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Up and down in life is usual. The most important things is that I have to find way to solve it. Blame will not solve anything. Stand up after you fall! Life is mystery... But there is always lesson of life which you can learn of.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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merasakan rasa memiliki nya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seperti apa rasa memiliki itu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seperti apa rasa menggenggam apa yang ku ingin kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada yang bilang,katanya untuk merasakan rasa memiliki itu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kita tinggal membayangkan dan merasakan nya di hati. Tapi yang aku rasakan sekarang adalah rasa tidak memiliki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tidak memilikinyaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tidak bisa merasakan nya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemana rasa itu??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa banyak orang di luar sana bilang mudah untuk merasakan rasa memiliki?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haihhhhh mudah dari Hong Kong??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buktinya aku sekarang lupa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan rasa memiliki dikatakan mudah memperoleh segala keinginan???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi bagaimana???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku lupa aku ingin apa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku paksakan diriku untuk mengingat, apa yang ingin aku miliki???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidak ada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kosong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hampa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seperti aku ada di ruang kosong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lenyap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku berjalan di hamparan pasir pantai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanya dengan merasakan sedalam-dalam nya butiran pasir di pantai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku ambil sejumput, dan memandangnya sedapat-dapatnya, karena butiran pasir itu begitu kecil. Ibarat kita sendiri, kita adalah bagian dari butiran pasir di jagatraya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejenak kemudian aku bisa merasakan, dalam butiran pasir itu, ada alam semesta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hati ini bergetar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah.. tidak hanya dalam pasir itu ada alam semesta, tapi juga dalam hati ini ada alam semesta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari Imam Ali:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan dalam dirimu adalah alam semesta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagaimana aku bisa merasa aku tidak memiliki apa-apa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padahal sebenarnya kita sudah memiliki semua...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lututku rasa nya lemas, mengingat penciptaan Mu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lututku gemetar,karena aku menyadari alam semesta Mu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badan ku menjadi dingin karena tiba-tiba aku merasakan betapa Engkau menyayangi ku,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan aku?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dengan ketidaksadaran ku, aku lupa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tidak mampu melangkah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah... aku melihat nya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku merasakan nya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku menyadari nya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam diri ku, aku merasakan alam semesta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah... Huu...Allah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku hanya bisa merasakan Engkau sedang tersenyum padaku..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah... Huu... Allah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam butiran pasir kecil itu aku merasakan alam semesta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tidak mampu melangkahkan kaki ku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku hanya merasakan hati ku sedalam-dalam nya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan iya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku bisa merasakan aku memiliki semua nya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku bisa merasakan kehadiran Mu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jangan hanya berkeliling melihat-lihat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perjalanan yang sebenarnya di sini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tamasya besar itu dimulai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secara tepat dimana engkau berada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engkau adalah jagat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engkau memiliki segala yang kau perlukan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau adalah rahasia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau adalah yang terbuka lebar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jangan cari obat kesulitan mu di luar diri mu sendiri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau adalah obat itu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau lah penyembuh duka mu sendiri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku lupa kalau aku sudah memiliki semua nya di dalam hati ku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karena di dalam hati semua manusia, Allah ada di situ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku jauh... Engkau Jauh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku dekat... Engkau dekat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahai Allah,ampuni aku bila aku terlupa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahai Allah, yang memperbaiki segala urusan dunia akhirat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahai Allah yang memberi karunia kemudahan untuk mengingatMu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahai Allah yang dengan mengingat Mu membuatku tenang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahai Allah yang menghapuskan kesedihan ku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila aku memiliki semua itu, itu adalah karena rahmat Mu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temani aku dengan kesadaran itu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karena sekarang aku tahu, apa yang aku ingin kan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku hanya ingin merasakan bersama dengan Mu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿Hanya itu saja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engkau yang memilikiku..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasa ingin memiliki? lupakan...aku sudah memiliki Mu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-1082284431798040360?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/1082284431798040360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=1082284431798040360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/1082284431798040360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/1082284431798040360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2010/08/belajar-dari-butiran-pasir-memahami.html' title='Belajar dari butiran pasir, memahami rasa memiliki dan tidak memiliki'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-3676066801853452203</id><published>2010-08-22T19:36:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T19:40:35.815+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Belajar dari bulan purnama, belajar menghadapi dan mengenali rasa takut</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku duduk sambil menatap langit yang mulai gelap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suara binatang malam mulai bersahutan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masih dalam keheningan ku sendiri dan keheningan malam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa hal yang bermunculan dalam pikiran ku mencari perhatian ku untuk di bahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang tidak hanya satu masalah yang dengan cuek nya seliweran di kepala ku...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagus.... Bagus....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tambah terus....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu hal yang cukup menyita pikiran ku, memikirkan nya sudah membuatku pusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tidak tahu harus bagaimana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku takut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku takut bila nanti kedepan nya tidak seperti yang aku harapkan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku takut bila nanti menyulitkan aku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku takut kalau nanti tidak cepat diselesaikan masalah nya tambah ruwet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tidak siap dengan hasil akhir nya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku ingin masalah ini cepat selesai, aku tidak tahan lagi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al Anbiya: 37&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manusia diciptakan bersifat tergesa-gesa. Kelak aku perlihatkan kepadamu tanda-tanda kekuasaan Ku. Maka jangan lah engkau meminta Aku untuk menyegerakannya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa yangsebenarnya harus ku takutkan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau aku takut pada hasil akhir nya, itu berarti aku tidak percaya Dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau aku takut hal ini akan menyulitkan ku, sama juga.. itu berarti aku lupa kalau Dia selalu memberi kemudahan, bukan kesulitan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang sebenarnya kalau aku menuntut kemudahan, apakah benar2 belum ada kemudahan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atau aku hanya menuntut kemudahan dari sisi ku? sisi manusia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apakah kesulitan itu bukan berarti Allah sedang menaikkan keimanan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau aku takut akan keruwetan masalah, berarti aku terburu-buru pada hasil akhir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sedangkan Allah lah yang paling tahu apa yang terbaik buat ku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau aku takut dengan hasil akhir nya, itu berarti aku lupa bahwa Dia selalu memeliharaku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apa ketakutan ku itu beralasan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan ketakutanku itu, aku melupakan bahwa Dia selalu memberi yang terbaik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku melupakan bahwa dia selalu menjaga ku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al Anbiya: 42&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katakanlah siapakah yang dapat memeliharamu di waktu malam dan siang hari selain Allahyang maha Pemurah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku hanya bisa mendongakkan kepala ku, dan aku melihat bulan purnama...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pemandangan itu malah mengaburkan pandangan ku dengan airmata yang mulai merebak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bulan purnama itu seolah berkata, mengapa engkau harus takut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan tanpa sebab kau melihat ku malam ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila engkau takut, lihatlah,aku ada di langit luas yang gelap sendirian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukankah gelap itu tidak enak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merasa sendirian di kegelapan itu tidak enak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sama mengerikan nya bila engkauharus berjalan di tempat yang gelap sendirian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atau bahkan bila kamu harus melakukan semuanya sendiri, sementara dulunya banyak yang membantu dan mendukungmu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi lihat, aku masih bisa melihat ada sinar bintang, jadi aku tidak sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meskipun aku takut juga, tapi aku memilih untuk melakukan apa yang bisa aku lakukan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dengan menerangi sedapat mungkin dengan sinarku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan aku tidak sendirian dengan rasa takutku, karena aku memilih untuk melihat  kalau aku tidak sendirian dan menghadapi gelap ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku memilih untuk merasakan bahwa dalam kegelapan malam,cahaya ku tampak dengan jelas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahkan tidak setiap saat engkau bisa melihatku di langit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila engkau takut, lihatlah ke atas, di kegelapan malam, dan bila saat nya, engkau bisa melihat aku disitu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila kau tidak melihatku di langit malam, itu berarti aku sedang menikmati keheningan ku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa yang sebenarnya kau takutkan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Komentar orang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cemooh orang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perilaku kasar orang lain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pengalaman buruk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diri sendiri?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan itu semua menggambarkan secara tidak langsung: rasa untuk di hargai atau...kenyamanan???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pertanyaan sederhana:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudahkah aku menghargai Dia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila itu kenyamanan, bukan kah kenyamanan itu sudah ada di hati mu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila tidak nyaman,bukan kah itu prasangka mu sendiri?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila tidak nyaman, itu hanya sepersekian dari kenyamanan mu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leherku tercekat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sulit menelan ludah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diantara tanda kehidupan yang baik adalah tidak ciut hati karena pernah salah melangkah dan tidak menyerah dalam keadaan kurang baik.Karena semua kejadian adalah kejadian baik dan kejadian sangat baik. Semua kejadian yang kita alami, selalu... dalam setiap detik nya, Allah bersama kita. Karena Dia akan mengalihkan perhatian kita dari ketakutan kita, dari kekhawatiran kita, kembali kepadaNya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pikiran berkata: Aku kelabui dia dengan kata-kata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinta berkata: Diamlah, aku tipu dia dengan hati dan jiwa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiwa berkata kepada hati: Pergilah. Jangan bikin aku tertawa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segala sesuatu sudah milikNya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, bagaimana kau bisa menipunya dengan apa saja?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahai Tuhan ku, ketentuan Mu pada diri ku merupakan kenyataan yang baik bagi angan ku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku hanya bisa meminta untuk menolak dan menjauhkan atas apa yang aku takutkan dari apa yang Engkau ketahui tentang diriku menjadi  kebaikan bagi ku di dunia dan di akhirat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanya kepada Mu aku meminta pemeliharaan -Mu atas diriku, keluarga, sanak keluarga jauh, teman-teman ku, saudara-saudaraku sebaik-baik nya pemeliharaan. Agar mereka semua terpelihara dari celaan, aib, kesengsaraan, kekhawatiran, tercukupi seluruh keinginan, jauh dari kebencian, dekat dengan rejeki atas rasa syukur dan beribadah dengan baik kepada Mu. Dengan kasih Mu yang penuh ridha pada kami semua dan menjadikan kami semua ahli surga. Dengan rahmat Mu setelah ridha Mu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niatkan, apa pun yang kita lakukan untuk Dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lillahi ta ala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bismillahirrahmanirrahim......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-3676066801853452203?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/3676066801853452203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=3676066801853452203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/3676066801853452203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/3676066801853452203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2010/08/belajar-dari-bulan-purnama-belajar.html' title='Belajar dari bulan purnama, belajar menghadapi dan mengenali rasa takut'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-4849005933801010023</id><published>2010-08-13T13:02:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T13:02:49.981+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Belajar dari semut, memahami rasa layak atau tidak layak</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masih dengan diamku di sore ini, aku tidak tahu ada apa dengan hati ku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada rasa apa didalam hati ku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tidak tahu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diantara semua yang sudah ku lakukan, ada rasa bahwa akutidak layak untuk mendapatkan nya. Dan kenapa harus aku? Bila aku ingin kesuksesan, ada rasa bahwa aku tidak layak untuk itu.  Minder? Mungkin...Bila aku di landa kesulitan,masih....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada rasa untuk tidak layak untuk mendapatkan kesulitan itu. Karena aku merasa semestinya aku mendapat yang lebih baik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi...apa sebenarnya masalahnya? Bila diberikan yang baik-menurut pandangan orang- aku merasa tidak layak mendapatkannya, bila diberi yang kurangpun aku masih merasa tidak layak....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasa tidak layak....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aih... rasa tidak layak ini membuatku merasa hhhhhhhh.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah, aku tidak tahu harus bagaimana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engkau ingin aku melakukan apa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seekor semut melintasi tangan ku sambil menggosokkan antena nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku cuma diam melihat nya, tanpa mengerti maksud nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa hubungan nya antara rasa tidak layak ku dengan semut kecil itu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku menyandarkan punggungku ke tembok sambil menikmati udara sore ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semut itu masih ada di tangan ku tanpa aku menyadari nya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia masih ngotot untuk diam di situ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tidak mengerti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah... aku mengerti sekarang... aku mengerti....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semut itu seolah berkata...mengapa engkau manusia merasa tidak layak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan kah engkau adalah khalifah Nya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan kah engkau adalah makhluk-Nya yang baik?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila engkau yang wujud mu sedemikian merasa tidak layak,lihat lah aku...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banyak orang merasa aku ini tidak layak hidup,sehingga bila bertemu aku langsung menginjak ku, tanpa mendengarkan jeritan ku?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entah manusia lain yang mengangkat tangan nya untuk membunuhku yang kecil ini, karena dianggap mengganggu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karena tubuhku yang kecil ini, engkau tidak mampu melihat ku saat engkau berjalan diatasku?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan mengapa engkau merasa dirimu tidak layak???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disia-siakan???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astaghfirullah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ampuni aku ya Allah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku lupa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku lupa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terima kasih untuk petunjuk Mu hari ini...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿Bila aku kembalikan lagi pada Niat ku untuk selalu bersama Mu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layak kah aku?Apa kah aku yang masih seperti ini layak punya keinginan untuk selalu bersamaMU? Aku tidak tahu...Aku yang masih banyak dalam diri ini perlu ku benahi...layak kah aku??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"jangan merasa aneh dengan banyak nya kekeruhan selama engkau berada di dunia. Sebab yang Ia tampakkan hanyalah yang memang layak dan mesti menjadi sifatnya- al hikam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengingat Mu dalam hembusan napas ku...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napas ku masih ada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engkau masih bersama ku...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagaimana aku tidak menangis haru... Engkau masih bersama ku...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku yang masih seperti ini...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku yang merasa bahwa aku ini tidak layak untuk bersama MU...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engkau masih meluangkan waktu Mu bersama ku...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sementara aku masih meragukan MU....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astaghfirullah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maafkan aku, ya Allah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"jangan menantikan rampungnya urusan dunia sebab itu bisa membuatmu lupa kepada Allah dalam kondisi yang telah Dia tetapkan untuk mu" –Al Hikam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita akan bersama dengan apa yang menjadi pusat perhatian.Apa niat ku untuk hidup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa tujuan ku untuk hidup? Bila niat ku, pusat perhatian kudan tujuan hidup ku adalah untuk Mu, Ya Allah...aku tidak peduli lagi dengan yang lain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesungguhnya surat itu dari Sulaiman yang isinya,"Dengan nama Allah Yang Maha Pengasih, Maha Penyayang. (An Naml:30)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keadaan lahir kita berkaitan dengan batin kita. Bagaimana cara mu untuk mengaktifkan rasa yang bisa menikmati limpahan keselarasan hidup.Maknai setiap perjalanan hidup, kita akan menemukan begitu banyak yang Allah berikan tapi masih "tertimbun" dalam keSADARan kita. Bagaimana kita menghidupkan istiqamah dan sabar dalam sehari-hari. Bagaimana kita SADAR bahwa hidup itu bermakna?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kosongkan kalbumu dari segala sesuatu selain Allah, dan Dia akan mengisinya dengan makrifat dan rahasia – Al Hikam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila aku merasa tidak layak untuk menerima nikmat mu... itu karena aku melupakan bahwa rahmat Mu teramat luas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanpa memandang dan tanpa memilih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sementara aku terlalu memandang dan memilih...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ijinkan aku belajar dari Mu, Allah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ampuni aku, Ya Allah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semua makhluk didunia ini layak untuk mendapatkan apa pun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semua makhluk didunia ini layak untuk menerima rahmat Mu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semua makhluk didunia ini layak untuk mendapatkan kebahagiaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semua makhluk didunia ini layak untuk mendapatkan kemudahan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semua makhluk didunia ini layak untuk mendapatkan ampunan Mu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan yang terpenting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semua mahkluk di dunia ini layak bersama Mu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karena dalam setiap detik hembusan napas kita, Dia bersama kita...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SADAR kah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasakan dengan mata terpejam, betapa lembutnya hembusan napas kita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasakan dengan mata terpejam, betapa lembutnya Dia memeluk kita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasakan dengan mata terpejam, betapa luasnya rahmat Nya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam tangis ku, dalam senyum ku...aku merasakan semua jalan kemudahan terbuka bersama dengan tangan Mu yang selalu menggenggam ku menjalani sisa hidup ku...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku layak untuk semua rahmat Mu atas kebahagiaan, kemudahan, kesuksesan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku juga layak untuk bersama Mu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan doa ini juga untuk  semua makhluk yang ada di muka bumi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Allah.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan menyebut, nama Allah jalani hidup ku....(singing mode on)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-4849005933801010023?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/4849005933801010023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=4849005933801010023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/4849005933801010023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/4849005933801010023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2010/08/belajar-dari-semut-memahami-rasa-layak.html' title='Belajar dari semut, memahami rasa layak atau tidak layak'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-9080116913448099744</id><published>2010-08-13T13:01:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T13:01:59.406+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Belajar dari sinar matahari dan hembusan napas, belajar untuk kembali inner journey.memaafkan dan melepaskan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setiap hari,meskipun kita melewati jalan yang sama, bertemu orang yang sama, kita selalu melakukan sesuatu yang baru dan perjalanan hidup yang baru. Setiap saat adalah hal yang baru dan kita menghadapi sesuatu yang belum kita ketahui apa hasil nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila kita melihat dan menyadari akan gerak pikirannya sendiri, ia akan melihat pemisahan antara pemikir dan pikirannya, bahkan antara si pengamat dan yang diamati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pikiran...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekilas terbayang wajah beberapa orang yang membuatku seolah aku ini tidak punya arti. Sedih rasanya...apa yang kurang? Inisudah... itu sudah...apa pun yang bisa kulakukan sudah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari Matsnawi Rumi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahai saudaraku,engkau adalah pikiran itu sendiri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirimu selebihnya bukanlah apa-apa kecuali otot dan tulang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otot dan tulang... ah iya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku berusaha memaafkan mereka, tapi bayangan betapa mereka begitu jahatnya membuat aku kembali merasa campur aduk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku mencoba menghadirkan wajah Nya untuk kembali mengingat bahwa ada wajah Nya juga dalam perilaku orang yang menyebalkan itu. Yang ada masih rasa kecewa...sedih yang mendalam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tangan ku menyentuh dahan pohon, sambil merasakan se-rasa rasa nya apapun yang ada dihati. Masih menyusuri guratan pohon itu, aku merasakan berkecamuknya rasa kecewa, rasa marah dan kekecewaan yang dalam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin aku masih belum benar-benar bisa memaafkan, mungkin aku lupa bagaimana cara nya, mungkin aku masih merasa terlalu disia-siakan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa lagi?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menerima semua rasa itu, sambil mengingat wajah Mu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beri aku petunjuk yang aku mengerti, ya Allah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini aku sudah mencoba untuk hening sejenak. Tapi pikiran ku begitu ramai nya. Seperti ramai di terminal bis. Nanti kalau aku melakukan ini, akan begitu... nanti kalau begitu akan begini... nah... nanti...nanti....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benar-benar rasanya putus asa...aku paksakan untuk berpikir keras... apa yang harus akulakukan???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagus sekali, Dee....tambah rame aja pikiran mu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belum bisa juga....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aih.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku mencari jawaban apa yang bisa aku mengerti. Apa.... Dimana petunjuk-Mu??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mendadak sinar matahari bersinar sangat terik, sampai-sampai aku tidak bisa membuka mataku sama sekali, saking terik nya...Mengingat itu semua napas ku rasanya jadi sesak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tarik napas yang lama....dan menghembuskan nya kembali....napasitu kembali menjadi baik...tapi cuma sebentar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa detik aku hanya diam membisu, dan sesaat kemudian tangan ini gemetar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astaghfirullah.... Aku mengerti sekarang...dengan matahari yang sedemikian teriknya Engkau memintaku untuk melakukan kembali inner journey...memandangdengan pandangan mata ke dalam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari Rumi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kembali, kembalilah,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahkan jika engkau sudah mengingkari taubatmu seribu kali!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi??Inner journey yang seperti apa lagi...???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya aku menyerah di rasa bingung ku...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tutup saja mataku, dan mulai menarik napas panjang...seberapa kuat aku bisa menarik napas ku tanpa aku menghembuskan? Tiba2aku tertarik untuk mencoba menahan napas sepanjang mungkin. Dan ada dorongandari dalam hati untuk menghembuskan pelan2. Sebenarnya, ternyata Allah sudah mengajarkan kita untuk melepaskan semua nya. Bisa di lihat dari betapa leganya kita bisa menghembuskan napas. Bahkan napas pun tidak bisa kita tahan lama-lama. Jadi apa pun yang ada di pikiran itu, lepaskan ...biarkan menjadi terurai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melalui napas,aku bisa merasakan kehadiran Nya kembali, dalam setiap lembutnya tarikan dan hembusan napas. Seolah aku merasakan Allah berkata: "Dan Aku selalu bersamamu..." Masihkah aku merasa sendirian? Bagaimana mungkin aku masih begitu keras kepala nya menggenggam pikiran yang membuatku bingung sendiri. Lepaskan apa yang ada di pikiran mu, sama seperti Aku yang mengajari mu untuk melepaskan dengan lembut napas mu dengan dorongan dari dalam hati mu. Tanpa Mu sebentar saja, napas ku akan putus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bukankah Aku ini Tuhan mu? Mereka menjawab, Ya, sesungguhnya kami bersaksi [(Al A`Raf (7):172]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah mendatangkan gangguan lewat tangan mereka agar engkau merasa tidak tentram bersama mereka. Dia ingin membuatmu resah terhadap segala sesuatu agar tidak ada yang melalaikan mu dari Nya (Al Hikam)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam hembusan napas pelan ku, aku hanya bisa mengucapkan kata-kata:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahai Allah, jaga aku dengan mata Mu yang tidak pernah tidur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelihara aku dengan kekuatan Mu yang tidak pernah surut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ampuni aku dengan kekuasaan Mu atas diriku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahai Allah, aku akan tetap dalam kebaikan Mu dan jauh daricelaka, karena Engkau tumpuan ku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahai yang menjaga Ibrahim dari Namrud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahai Allah yang melindungi Musa dari Firaun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindungi aku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cukupkan Engkau sebagai pelindungku dari kejahatan makhluk Mu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku memohon rahmat Mu dan nikmat Mu yang telah Kau tentukan untuk ku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terima kasih ku atas cahaya, penglihatan, pengetahuan yang kau berikan dalam hatiku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku berserah atas semua persoalan ku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limpahkan shalawat kepada Muhammad beserta keluarganya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahai Allah, aku memaafkan perlakuan mereka dan bila mereka masih membuat ku merasa sedih, aku belajar untuk memaafkan mereka. Beri mereka pengganti yang sebaik-baik nya penyelesaian masalah. Karena Engkau adalah sebaik-baiknya penolong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan rahmat Mu, wahai Yang Maha Penyayang, diantara para penyayang....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With heart abundance, with God, it always be alright....&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/653758177137909462-9080116913448099744?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/9080116913448099744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=9080116913448099744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/9080116913448099744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/9080116913448099744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2010/08/belajar-dari-sinar-matahari-dan.html' title='Belajar dari sinar matahari dan hembusan napas, belajar untuk kembali inner journey.memaafkan dan melepaskan'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-578161011700929820</id><published>2010-08-13T13:00:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T13:00:57.089+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Belajar dari daun kering dan tiupan angin, mengikuti keinginan yang sudah dilepaskan untuk menuju tujuan yang lebih tinggi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tidak pernah tahu apa yang akan terjadi besok, nanti, ataupun detik-detik ke depan.&lt;br /&gt;Kalau aku boleh memilih, pastilah aku pilih yang aku rasa baik. Tapi apa ya iya, apa yang aku rasa baik pasti baik? Aku tidak pernah tahu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iya… ada rasa sedih kenapa harus ada kejadian seperti ini&lt;br /&gt;Iya....aku menerima kalau aku merasa tidak mampu menangani nya&lt;br /&gt;Iya....aku juga bingung&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa harus begini, ya Allah? Pertanyaan kurang pintar dari hamba Mu yang sedang bingung…hilang semua yang bisa terpikirkan…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi Yaa Allah.. temani aku...&lt;br /&gt;Aku tidak tahu harus apa...&lt;br /&gt;Temani aku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanya berjalan dengan berdiam diri, melangkah dengan merasakan hati&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Apa…ya Allah…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daun-daun kering di pelataran jalan cuman tergeletak pasrah&lt;br /&gt;Seperti pikiran yang dilepaskan. Sejenak aku memperhatikannya…&lt;br /&gt;Daun kering itu memang seperti pikiran yang dilepaskan.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi apalagi?? Apalagi setelah itu?&lt;br /&gt;Beri aku petunjuk ya Allah...saat ini aku benar-benar tidak tahu...&lt;br /&gt;Yang aku mengerti, ya Allah..&lt;br /&gt;Yang aku mengerti…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku meneruskan langkahku sambil memperhatikan daun kering itu.&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa langkah kemudian angin bertiup…memutarkan daun kering itu sejenak keatas, dan mendorong nya maju…mengangkat daun kering yang lain ke atas dan membelokkannya ke samping…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku memberhentikan langkahku&lt;br /&gt;Hanya menyibukkan diri dengan melihat daun-daun kering yang berpindah tempat karena angin, melihat daun yang berputar2…Ada daun kering yang bergerak jauh… ada juga yang bergerak dekat… ada yang setelah itu diam di suatu pojokan… ada yang masih terbang tertiup ke suatu tempat…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah… ternyata itu jawaban Mu…&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah…Aku hanya bisa merasakan Engkau tersenyum padaku…&lt;br /&gt;Itu pelajaran untuk ku hari ini…alhamdulillah aku mendapatkan jawaban nya…&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah…aku bisa mendapatkan nya…&lt;br /&gt;Aku merasakan diriku seolah terbang tertiup angin…&lt;br /&gt;Ringan…dan Iya…aku tidak mampu menahan tangis ku…&lt;br /&gt;Feel the universe inside me...feel that Allah hug me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadang bila kita merasa sudah melepaskan segala keinginan,&lt;br /&gt;Boleh jadi apa yang kita hadapi berbeda dengan apa yang kita bayangkan&lt;br /&gt;Tapi kalau kita mematokkan tujuan tertentu pada apa yang kita lepaskan&lt;br /&gt;Seolah-olah merasa keinginan itu sudah lepas tapi masalah yang sama masih melingkupi&lt;br /&gt;Maka apa yang kita lepaskan itu sebenarnya tidak akan kemana-mana&lt;br /&gt;Hanya dengan melepaskan yang sebenar2nya&lt;br /&gt;Dan membiarkan nya pergi selepas2nya…&lt;br /&gt;Hanya dengan membuka selebar-lebarnya&lt;br /&gt;Mengakui dan menerima dalam hati seluas2nya&lt;br /&gt;Maka pikiran dan segala keruwetan itu akan pergi sesuai dengan tujuannya.&lt;br /&gt;Nah…Tujuan nya?&lt;br /&gt;Sudah tahukah tujuan dari masalah yang masih dengan setianya berputar disekeliling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan Yang telah mengatur (keadaan makhluk-makhluk-Nya) serta memberikan hidayah petunjuk (ke jalan keselamatannya dan kesempurnaannya); ( Ayat 3 : Surah al-A’laa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan kamu tidak dapat menentukan kemahuan kamu (mengenai sesuatu pun), kecuali dengan cara yang diatur oleh Allah, Tuhan yang memelihara dan mentadbirkan seluruh alam. ( Ayat 29 : Surah at-Takwiir)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada kalanya Dia membukakan untuk mu pintu pengabdian&lt;br /&gt;Tapi tidak membukakan pintu penerimaan&lt;br /&gt;Sebagaimana Dia menetapkanmu berbuat dosa&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi dosa itu menjadi sebab sampaimu kepada Nya&lt;br /&gt;(Al Hikam)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tujuan nya adalah untuk sampai nya kita kepada Nya...&lt;br /&gt;Jalan untuk kesana bermacam ragam nya..&lt;br /&gt;Ada jalan lancar dengan pengabdian&lt;br /&gt;Ada jalan berliku melalui dosa&lt;br /&gt;Ada jalan pengabdian penuh ujian...&lt;br /&gt;Semua nanti nya berujung kepada Mu&lt;br /&gt;Yaa Allah...temani aku...temani aku...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari Rumi:&lt;br /&gt;Dan jika semua lintasan dan jalan&lt;br /&gt;Yang terbentang di hadapan mu ditutup oleh Nya&lt;br /&gt;Akan diperlihatkan Nya jalan tersembunyi&lt;br /&gt;Yang belum pernah dilihat oleh siapapun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, sebenarnya…Apapun yang kita alami, apapun itu adalah proses belajar.&lt;br /&gt;Seberapa mampu kita bisa menerima nya tanpa memberi komentar...&lt;br /&gt;Seberapa bisa kita berjalan untuk menuju kepada Dia&lt;br /&gt;Yaa Allah, Aku tidak pernah kehilangan harapan atas rahmat Mu dan kearifan Mu&lt;br /&gt;Bila aku terlupa, ampuni aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kehendak bebas itu ikhtiar untuk bersyukur&lt;br /&gt;Pada Tuhan atas kemurahhatian nya (matsnawi Rumi 1929)&lt;br /&gt;Dikaulah satu-satunya yang mampu&lt;br /&gt;Menyempurnakan segala yang fana (matsnawi Rumi I 3899)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fana.... Rumi mengingatkan aku akan fana nya dunia...&lt;br /&gt;Kemurahhatiannya...&lt;br /&gt;Yaa Allah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahkan tulisan Al Hikam pun menamparku sekali lagi:&lt;br /&gt;Engkau jangan berharap Dia mengeluarkan mu dari situasi yang kamu hadapi&lt;br /&gt;Berpindah pada situasi yang lain&lt;br /&gt;Karena jika Dia menghendakimu berada pada situasi yang kamu inginkan&lt;br /&gt;Dia tidak perlu mengeluarkanmu dari situasi yang tengah kau hadapi (Al hikam)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahai Allah yang Maha Kuasa melaksanakan apa yang Ia inginkan&lt;br /&gt;Wahai Allah yang ada di tempat yang tertinggi&lt;br /&gt;Wahai Allah yang Memiliki segala keagungan&lt;br /&gt;Engkau yang tidak dibatasi tempat&lt;br /&gt;Aku hanya bisa menutup wajahku dari bingung nya aku akan urusanku&lt;br /&gt;Urusan ku yang ku takutkan akan menyulitkan&lt;br /&gt;Urusan ku yang ku khawatirkan akan membingungkan&lt;br /&gt;Urusan ku yang menganiaya diriku sendiri, yang membuatku lupa akan Engkau&lt;br /&gt;Aku salah&lt;br /&gt;Aku ijinkan Engkau untuk memudahkan urusanku, bila Engkau mau&lt;br /&gt;Aku yang tanpa sengaja mencela Mu karena terlambatnya permohonanku Kau kabulkan&lt;br /&gt;Padahal bisa saja keterlambatan itu lebih baik, karena Engkau mengetahui segala urusan. Aku tidak bisa melihat Tuan yang lebih sabar dibanding Engkau dalam menghadapi aku dan semua hamba Nya yang lain.&lt;br /&gt;Engkau selalu berupaya menyayangiku meski kadang aku lupa dan menghindari Mu&lt;br /&gt;Tapi itu tidak menghalangi Mu untuk tetap menyayangiku, mengasihiku….&lt;br /&gt;Astaghfirullah….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku yakin Engkau selalu menolongku.&lt;br /&gt;Aku yakin atas banyak nya karunia Mu&lt;br /&gt;Aku melihat semua nya menjadi mudah karena Mu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terima kasih untuk selalu menemaniku…&lt;br /&gt;Terima kasih untuk selalu menyayangi ku..&lt;br /&gt;Terima kasih atas kemudahan yang kulihat saat ini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limpahi juga rahmat Mu bagi hamba Mu yang lain&lt;br /&gt;Limpahi juga kemudahan dunia akhirat bagi hamba Mu yang lain&lt;br /&gt;Limpahi rezeki materi dan nonmateri bagi hamba Mu yang lain&lt;br /&gt;Limpahi kebahagiaan dan ketenangan bagi hamba Mu yang lain&lt;br /&gt;Aku memohonkan juga bagi mereka semua…Amin…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaa Allah… Yaa sami’ Yaa Maalik…Yaa Wakil…Yaa Mubdi u Yaa Majiibu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku melihat tangan Mu terbentang memeluk kami semua..&lt;br /&gt;I love You, Allah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-578161011700929820?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/578161011700929820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=578161011700929820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/578161011700929820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/578161011700929820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2010/08/belajar-dari-daun-kering-dan-tiupan.html' title='Belajar dari daun kering dan tiupan angin, mengikuti keinginan yang sudah dilepaskan untuk menuju tujuan yang lebih tinggi'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-3635779279195673499</id><published>2010-08-13T12:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T12:59:46.221+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Belajar dari debu dan angin, menyadari dan melepaskan nafsu untuk menyalahkan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidak sekali aku menerima telpon atau bahkan email yang bilang, Dee... kamu nulis nya kok pas banget kayak yang aku alami. Emang kamu dukun? Wahhhh….sejak kapan ada dukun semanis aku, nih?? Lebih sering nya, ide nulis itu dapat nya dari pengalaman pribadi, yang aku sendiri juga lagi pernah di aduk-aduk, di puter-puter atau dibikin jumpalitan. Nah.. kalo di bilang nyindir atau dukun, itu sih.. nda bener...paling nda, enak juga kan kalau di putar-putar nya ada teman nya? Ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siang ini aku duduk di teras sambil duduk ngawur selonjoran...(mumpung ibu lagi nda di rumah...kalau nda bisa ada nyanyian sayang, “nduk.....anak perempuan duduk nya kok pethingkrangan ngawuur gitu??”). Sudah mulai thekluk-thekluk, hp ku yang juga mulai ikut-ikutan thekluk-thekluk mendadak teriak-teriak berbunyi, ada telephon masuk. Belum sempat ngomong “halo”, dari ujung telephon, suara seorang sahabat yang dengan heboh nya berkata, kalau nda boleh dibilang ngomong tanpa tanda baca, he he he...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dee, aku lagi mau marah...aku lagi sebel...”&lt;br /&gt;“Lha yo sek tho...aku sek ngantuk...nanti dulu aja, gimana?”&lt;br /&gt;“Wadoh Dee, ora iso...aku lagi sebel soal nya bla bla bla bla bla”&lt;br /&gt;Zzzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dee, kamu disitu??”&lt;br /&gt;“hah??”&lt;br /&gt;“hoi.....”&lt;br /&gt;“maap…aku ngantuk…”&lt;br /&gt;“Ya wis deh..ku telpon lagi nanti..”&lt;br /&gt;“ho oh..”&lt;br /&gt;Pffhhhh ndlosor lagi ah…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tangan ini tanpa sengaja menyentuh debu di atas meja. “wah... padahal seingatku meja sudah ku lap bersih, tadi pagi”...”kenapa juga harus ada debu diatas meja, gara-gara angin, sih..”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astaghfirullah...maafkan aku ya Allah... aku lupa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan karena siapa-siapa bahwa ada debu di situ. Tanpa sadar aku barusan menyalah kan sesuatu yang lain atas sesuatu yang tidak ku ingin kan. Padahal aku hamper terlupa bahwa sebenarnya kesulitan hidup itu sebenarnya terletak pada keinginan kita sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engkau adalah pikiran mu sendiri - matsnawi Rumi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah.. aku lupa.. dan hal itu terlupakan oleh ku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika Dia bermaksud menunjukkan anugrah Nya kepada mu, maka dia menjadikan suatu perbuatan dan membuatnya seolah-oleh kau yang sudah melakukan – Al Hikam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi..yang ku lihat hanya anugrah nya saja..hanya itu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidak ada buruk nya sebutir debu pun. Karena Ibarat kita sendiri, manusia adalah debu yang ada di dunia dan diangkat derajatnya bagaikan batu mulia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari Rumi:&lt;br /&gt;Segenggam debu mengatakan, akulah kucir&lt;br /&gt;Segenggam debu mengatakan, aku lah tulang&lt;br /&gt;Kamu akan bingung – tiba tiba cinta dating&lt;br /&gt;Sini mendekatkah, akulah kehidupan abadi bagi mu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teringat kembali, berapa kali aku pernah disalah-salahkan… juga berapa kali mungkin aku pernah menyalah-nyalahkan tanpa aku menyadarinya. Merenungi ini, aku menegak kan duduk ku, dan hanya membisu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is only one preperator of evil on the planet:human unconsciousness. That realization is true forgiveness, your victims identity dissolves and your true power emerges – the power of the presence. Instead of blaming the darkness, you bring in the light – Eckhart Tolle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apapun yang ada di hadapan ku, sebenarnya karena Allah yang menggerakkan nya sedemikian rupa. Bukan karena ia ingin menyusahkan ku... bukan karena ia ingin menyakiti ku, juga bahkan bukan karena ia ingin menyalahkan ku dan membuatku seolah menjadi orang yang menderita. Karena Engkau, Ya Allah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Bukan Kamu yang melempar ketika kamu melempar.Tapi Allah lah yang melempar ([8}Al Anfal: 17)&lt;br /&gt;jadi apa pun yang ada di depan ku, berkat Engkau, Ya Allah..aku bisa diam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari Rumi:&lt;br /&gt;Diamlah&lt;br /&gt;Sekalipun kau miliki dua ratus lidah&lt;br /&gt;Pada setiap helai rambut di kepala mu&lt;br /&gt;Kau tidak akan mampu jelaskan hati itu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;betul.... tulisan Rumi itu menamparku...&lt;br /&gt;Bila kita melakukan perbuatan baik bagi orang yang melakukan perbuatan baik kepada kita itu adalah lumrah.. tapi menjadi hamba Nya yang istimewa adalah tetap melakukan perbuatan baik pada siapa pun, meskipun ia melakukan perbuatan yang menyakitkan sekalipun, dalam bentuk apa pun. Karena ia juga digerakkan oleh Nya. Aku tidak mampu membenci nya, atau menyalahkan dia lebih buruk, karena Engkau juga yang menggerakkannya untuk melakukan hal itu. Aku hanya bisa memaafkan nya tanpa dia minta maaf padaku. Aku hanya ingin menjadi hamba Mu yang istimewa. Karena Engkau sudah menjadikan ku yang sekecil debu ini seperti ciptaan Mu yang istimewa. Khalifah Mu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah.. ampuni aku..&lt;br /&gt;Jaga aku dengan mata Mu yang tidak pernah tidur&lt;br /&gt;Yaa Rabbi, aku yakin bahwa diri Mu tidak membiarkan aku celaka&lt;br /&gt;Wahai Allah yang melindungi semua nabi dari segala kejahatan&lt;br /&gt;Wahai Allah yang maha menolak dan memelihara&lt;br /&gt;Bagaimana mungkin aku takut dan bersedih bila Engkau yang menjadi tumpuan harapan ku. Engkau menciptakan ku karena Engkau menyayangi ku&lt;br /&gt;Wahai pelindungku di saat aku sulit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindungi aku&lt;br /&gt;Perbaiki keadaanku&lt;br /&gt;Mudahkan urusan ku&lt;br /&gt;Beri aku solusi, bila menurutmu itu baik untuk ku&lt;br /&gt;Apa pun itu, yaa rabbi... temani aku...&lt;br /&gt;Terima kasih untuk selalu membahagiakan ku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berikan apa yang paling baik, untuk semua manusia yang ada di bumi ini&lt;br /&gt;Seperti Engkau yang selalu memberikan nya bagi ku&lt;br /&gt;Amien&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-3635779279195673499?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/3635779279195673499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=3635779279195673499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/3635779279195673499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/3635779279195673499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2010/08/belajar-dari-debu-dan-angin-menyadari.html' title='Belajar dari debu dan angin, menyadari dan melepaskan nafsu untuk menyalahkan'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-7356538605272720225</id><published>2010-08-13T12:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T12:58:45.292+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Belajar dari ayunan dahan pohon dan angin, mengenali rasa sombong dan melepaskannya</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Langit sore ini kembali mendung.&lt;br /&gt;Sambil mengambil jemuran baju yang lumayan banyak, baru teringat kalau pintu kamar depan belum ku tutup. Aku lemparkan sembarangan baju yang sudah kering, untuk cepat2 menuju teras depan kamarku dan menutup pintu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerakan tangan ini terhenti karena melihat dahan-dahan pohon yang berayun-ayun di tiup angina. Pohon yang bila siang hari seolah terlihat kokoh berdiri tanpa siapapun yang bisa menggoyangkan nya sedemikian rupa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sombong…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Membanggakan diri…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernahkah? Aku lupa…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seperti manusia yang kadang membanggakan diri nya lebih dibandingkan yang lain, yang akhirnya menyibukkan diri hanya dengan menyombongkan kelebihan diri nya sendiri. Sombong… Ya Rabbi…ampuni aku bila dengan tidak sengaja aku pernah menyombongkan diri. Karena segala sesuatu yang ada adalah milik Mu semata. Bukan pula hak ku untuk dengan demikian aku mempunyai alasan atas apapun untuk menyombongkan diri. Bila demikian, temani aku selalu dan bantu aku dalam menjaga lisan dan hati ku dari emosi yang satu ini...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanya pada Mu saja, aku bisa berharap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah, aku berlindung kepada Mu dari menyekutukan Mu dengan sesuatu dan aku menyadari itu, dan aku juga berlilndung dan minta ampun atas apa yang tidak aku ketahui yang membawa malapetaka bagi ku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahkan celaan dan hinaan sebenarnya bukan lah suatu penderitaan. Karena penderitaan sebenarnya membakar ego kita sendiri. Bukan kah segala sesuatu sudah Kau tetapkan dan Kau ijinkan? Bila demikian, maka sebenarnya penderitaan yang pernah aku alami adalah sesuatu yang indah, karena Engkau selalu memberikan yang terbaik. Dalam penderitaan, doa yang ku lantunkan akan berbeda pada saat aku lapang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan bila Kau beri aku kelapangan, mudahkan lah hati ku untuk selalu mengingat Mu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penderitaan ataupun kelapangan adalah sama, tidak ada bedanya. Karena Engkau selalu menemaniku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cukupkan bagi ku Nama Mu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dan ingatlah kamu akan Tuhan mu, bila kamu lupa” (Al Kahfi: 24)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaa Rabbi..karuniakan aku kesungguhan untuk bertakwa kepada Mu&lt;br /&gt;Jadikan lisan ku selalu mengingat Mu&lt;br /&gt;Yaa Rabbi tidak pernah putus harapan ku untuk berdoa kepada Mu&lt;br /&gt;Karena Engkau tahu aku hanya punya harapan dan doa yang ku gantungkan pada Mu&lt;br /&gt;Sekalipun doaku belum terkabulkan,&lt;br /&gt;Aku yakin bahwa Engkau Maha Mendengar&lt;br /&gt;Engkau adalah Pendengar Yang terbaik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dialah Yang Paling Awal dan Yang paling Akhir, Yang maha Zahir dan Maha Batin dan Yang Berkuasa atas segala sesuatu (Al Hadid:3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku memohon syafaat petunjuk dari diri Mu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abaikan perhatian orang kepadaku, karena hanya pandangan Mu saja yang terlihat.&lt;br /&gt;Abaikan pandangan orang terhadapku, karena aku merasakan penerimaan Mu.&lt;br /&gt;Bila mataku tidak sanggup merasakan penerimaan Mu, itu karena cahaya Mu yang teramat agung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sesungguhnya kamu dalam keaadaan lupa, maka aku singkapkan pandangan mu yang menutupi mata mu. Sehingga pandangan mu hari ini menjadi tajam (50:22)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Tempat terbitnya bernagai cahaya adalah hati dan berbagai kelembutan rahasia yang terkandung di dalam nya” – Al hikam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari Rumi:&lt;br /&gt;Kebaikan Mu selalu mengirimkan kebaikan dan tawaran rahasia tanpa seorang pun tahu&lt;br /&gt;Jangan hilang arah karena tidak kenal kompromi&lt;br /&gt;Jangan terjerat pada apa pun&lt;br /&gt;Marilah berjalan bersama Ku&lt;br /&gt;Jika kita sampai di tujuan&lt;br /&gt;Angin kegembiraan meniup di awal jalan ini&lt;br /&gt;Ia memberi ketahanan dan alamat yang tepat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Rabbi..Hanya lantunan kalimat ini yang mengiringi langkah kehidupan ku, Doa yang pernah diajarkan Nabi Yunus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan (ingatlah kisah) Dzun Nun (Yunus), ketika ia pergi dalam keadaan marah, lalu ia menyangka bahwa Kami tidak akan mempersempitnya (menyulitkannya), maka ia menyeru dalam keadaan yang sangat gelap [968]: "Bahwa tidak ada Tuhan selain Engkau. Maha Suci Engkau, sesungguhnya aku adalah termasuk orang-orang yang zalim." ( Surat Al Anbiyaa: 87)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laa ilaaha illaa anta subhaanaka innii kuntu mina alzhzhaalimiina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laa haulaa walaa quwwata illa billahi (tidak ada daya upaya dan kekuatan kecuali dari Allah Ta’ala)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-7356538605272720225?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/7356538605272720225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=7356538605272720225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/7356538605272720225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/7356538605272720225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2010/08/belajar-dari-ayunan-dahan-pohon-dan.html' title='Belajar dari ayunan dahan pohon dan angin, mengenali rasa sombong dan melepaskannya'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-9038213518582204831</id><published>2010-05-02T14:45:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T15:25:24.386+07:00</updated><title type='text'>(sepenggal catatan dari Ubud) belajat dari kayu yang lembab dan jamur, hidup untuk melayani</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acara besok adalah kita healing diri kita di sungai…&lt;br /&gt;Bagi yang tidak ikut, tidak apa-apa, dan tolong diberitahukan kepada panitia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medan besok menuruni 200 anak tangga untuk menuju ke sungai…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dee, kalau besok kamu nda ikut juga nda papa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku hanya menjawab, aku putuskan besok saja. Tapi kalaupun berangkat, aku perlu pinjam tangan untuk sebagai tumpuan dan pegangan. (sambil dalam hati, Ya Allah, beri saya petunjuk Mu, malam ini…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai kembali ke kamar untuk istirahat, selesai bersih2 badan sebentar, kebetulan dapat tempat di samping jendela. Teman sekamar ku sudah terbang di mimpinya. Duduk melihat kegelapan malam, aku keluar sebentar. Angin malam yang biasanya menggigit tulang ku, malam ini rasanya hangat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai angin yang baik, tolong lihatkan keadaan di sungai bawah sana untuk ku...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam penantian menanti jawaban, mata ini berhenti pada tumpukan jamur yang biasanya kalau pagi tak ku lihat. Malam ini terlihat bagus…ku sentuh sedikit permukaan jamur itu.. juga permukaan kayu yang malam ini terlihat lunak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa pesan Mu, ya Allah…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sambil menyentuh kaki bekas operasi, aku hanya diam saja menunggu kabar dari angin.&lt;br /&gt;Menyusuri bekas jahitan operasi di kaki ku...jahitan yang panjang, sambil merasakan hati dan menatap kayu lembab berjamur itu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seolah-olah kayu lembab itu berkata, lihatlah aku baik-baik...rasakan apa yang sesungguh nya aku inginkan, apa yang  ku ragukan? Apa? Tapi aku baik-baik saja.  Lihat...rasakan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamur tumbuh diatas kayu yang lembab...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamur itu dapat hidup karena di layani dengan sepenuh hati oleh kelembaban dan kayu. Tanpa itu, jamur tidak tumbuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sama juga seperti kita, manusia. Kita bisa melakukan segala hal yang kita mau dan mendapatkan apa yang kita inginkan karena ada orang lain ataupun sesuatu yang mendukung nya. Baju, ada yang membuatkan.. kita tidak membuat sendiri kain nya..semua saling melayani yang lain…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa yang aku punya untuk ku bagikan untuk yang lain? Untuk saudara-saudaraku disana yang juga sama seperti aku, sedang belajar untuk kehidupannya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hembusan angin datang mengabarkan bahwa sungai di bawah sana baik-baik saja, dan semua yang di bawah sana menyampaikan salam nya padaku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suara di hati ku mengatakan sesuatu: “Bukankah telah ku lapangkan untuk mu dada mu?” (saya tidak ingat ini surat apa dan ayat berapa, hanya saja mendadak terdengar suara itu di hati). Ya Allah, bila memang begitu, bila dengan aku berangkat aku juga bisa membantu yang lain dari sisi yang mungkin aku tidak tahu apakah itu bermanfaat atau tidak, tapi bila Engkau memberiku petunjuk demikian…aku berangkat. Temani aku, ya Allah. Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perjalanan turun melalui anak tangga yang sedemikan banyak, Allah membantuku turun dengan  meminjamkan tangan dari dua saudaraku yang semoga juga selalu mendapat kemudahan dalam semua urusan nya, terima kasih saudaraku Andi, terima kasih saudaraku Oegoen. Akhir nya sampai juga aku di perbatasan antara dataran dan sungai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suara teriakan dari ujung sungai sebelah sana memberitahuku untuk tidak perlu menyeberang bila aku tidak ingin. Sekali lagi, aku hanya bisa bertanya pada Mu, ya Allah...beri aku petunjuk...hembusan angin di punggungku mendorongku maju...sambil mengatakan, ayo... aku juga akan menemanimu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah, ya Allah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan hati yang mantab, aku melepas sepatuku, meskipun sebelum nya aku juga disarankan untuk tetap menggunakan sepatu untuk menghindari batu. Aku hanya ingin merasakan tanah di bawahku, bila tidak memungkinkan, aku akan pakai sepatu lagi. Merasakan dinginnya tanah...seolah ada aliran energi yang mengatakan, jadilah seperti aku...tenangkan hati mu...ok...aku jalan...bismillahirahmanirrahim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ujung kaki ku mulai menyentuh air. Pelan-pelan, air mulai terasa lebih tinggi…ku tajamkan telinga ku…air sungai di ujung sana berteriak… aku akan belok ke kiri.. arahkan kaki mu, ikuti aku…Aku hanya diam sambil menajamkan indra perasa di kaki saja dan merasakan nya di hati…Aliran air bercampur pasir, terasa membentuk pusaran empuk yang justru malah melapisi kaki ku, seolah memakai sepatu paling empuk sedunia buatan alam dari Nya. Benar… semua berkolaborasi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inilah alam semesta yang saling bekerja sama, sementara kita manusia yang diciptakan Dia sebagai makhluk yang paling sempurna sering kali melupakan bahwa kerja sama itu penting. Malah kadang kita sibuk meremehkan yang lain. Belum tentu pula kita bisa melakukan dengan lebih baik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan bantuan MU yang menggerakkan banyak tangan, banyak perlindungan dan banyak kemudahan, sampai lah aku di suatu tempat yang belum pernah aku lihat sebelum nya. Ya Allah, terima kasih atas ijin Mu untuk ku dapat melihat ciptaan Mu. Aku mendapatkan banyak pesan dari ciptaan Mu ini untuk kemudian ku sampaikan. Dan bila ini bermanfaat bagi yang lain, sungguh.. tidak sia-sialah hidup ku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanya doa dari nabi Daud yang bisa kubaca di antara hembusan angin, senyum dari tanaman-tanaman yang terus berdzikir pada Mu, juga suara indah dari air terjun dan suara gesekan dedaunan…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasulullah shollallahu ’alaih wa sallam bersabda:&lt;br /&gt;“Di antara doa Nabi Daud ’alihis-salaam ialah: “Ya Allah, sesungguhnya aku memohon kepadaMu cintaMu dan cinta orang-orang yang mencintaiMu dan aku memohon kepadaMu perbuatan yang dapat mengantarku kepada cintaMu. Ya Allah, jadikanlah cintaMu lebih kucintai daripada diriku dan keluargaku serta air dingin.” Dan bila Rasulullah shollallahu ’alaih wa sallam mengingat Nabi Daud ’alihis-salaam beliau menggelarinya sebaik-baik manusia dalam beribadah kepada Allah.” (HR Tirmidzi 3412)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari Rumi:&lt;br /&gt;Jika kau kenakan sabuk pelayan&lt;br /&gt;Dan melayani hati&lt;br /&gt;Seperti budak ataupun pelayan&lt;br /&gt;Adalah jalan kea arah rahasia&lt;br /&gt;Yang akan terbuka di depan mata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku kembali kepada mu&lt;br /&gt;Karena aku tidak menemukan semacam itu dari yang lain&lt;br /&gt;Aku temukan semua itu di dalam dirimu dimana-mana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tercenung diri ini mengingat tulisan Rumi yang sudah di tuliskan pada masa silam&lt;br /&gt;Ya...hanya dengan itu.. kita semua kembali kepada Mu, ya Rabbi&lt;br /&gt;Hidup semua orang adalah hitam dan putih&lt;br /&gt;Yang gemerlap karena cahayaMu, ya Rabbi…&lt;br /&gt;Aku memilih untuk meraih cinta Mu&lt;br /&gt;Selalu belajar untuk menjadi hamba Mu yang istimewa…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berilah kami petunjuk…&lt;br /&gt;(Allah memberi petunjuk kepada siapa saja yang di kehendaki: Al Baqarah: 272)&lt;br /&gt;(Barang siapa yang tiada di beri cahaya petunjuk pleh Allah, tiadalah ia mempunyai cahaya sedikit pun: An Nur: 40)&lt;br /&gt;Ya Tuhan Kami, sempurnakanlah cahaya kami (At Tahrim: 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Rabbi, Engkau tidak pernah pergi sehingga harus ku cari&lt;br /&gt;Karena Engkau tidak pernah pergi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk semua saudara-saudaraku, aku hanya bisa mendoakan kalian semua juga selalu dalam lindungan Nya, selalu dalam rahmat Nya, selalu dalam kemudahan dan penyelesaian masalah apapun yang terbaik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terima kasih juga untuk papa dari saudara ku Irma yang menemani naik tangga, seperti ketemu dengan papa ku sendiri mungkin waktu itu lagi ngopi sambil baca Koran dirumah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terima kasih untuk kebersamaan kita semua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Rabbi, aku memohon melalui nama-nama Mu yang indah&lt;br /&gt;Melalui wajah Mu yang bisa ku lihat dimanapun&lt;br /&gt;Wahai Allah, Tuhan ku yang menyebut namanya menentramkan hatiku,&lt;br /&gt;Wahai yang sebaik-baiknya diminta&lt;br /&gt;Sempatkan aku untuk selalu bersyukur,&lt;br /&gt;Tuntun dan temani aku untuk selalu mengingat Mu&lt;br /&gt;Engkau boleh melakukan apapun yang Kau kehendaki atas diriku&lt;br /&gt;Aku akan selalu memohon pada Mu atas takdir yang sudah Kau tetapkan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apapun itu, ya Rabbi…aku akan tetap mencintai mu…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karena aku tahu rahmatMu lebih luas daripada murka Mu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Allah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all, because Allah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-9038213518582204831?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/9038213518582204831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=9038213518582204831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/9038213518582204831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/9038213518582204831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2010/05/sepenggal-catatan-dari-ubud-belajat.html' title='(sepenggal catatan dari Ubud) belajat dari kayu yang lembab dan jamur, hidup untuk melayani'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-3155911741710694407</id><published>2010-05-01T18:43:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T18:48:28.657+07:00</updated><title type='text'>belajar dari capung, lebih memperhatikan hati</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/S9wU_kumt1I/AAAAAAAAAl0/-fLIHcEkOIA/s1600/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 120px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/S9wU_kumt1I/AAAAAAAAAl0/-fLIHcEkOIA/s320/a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466267130144405330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila pengalaman yang sudah-sudah sebelum nya Allah memberi pesan melalui alam Nya yang tetap berdzikir dan berbicara dengan bahasa nya, kali ini pesan Nya di bawa melalui capung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidak hanya sekali capung melintas melalui saya. Bahkan ada yang lama terbang persis di depan saya seolah-olah dia berkata, bacalah pesan ku… bacalah pesan ku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi berhubung pada saat walking meditation saya kali ini di kepala saya di penuhi bayangan pudding yang yummy ala Anahata…jadi lah saya hanya memandang capung itu sambil memiringkan kepala dan mengatakan pada dia untuk mengulangi lagi pesan Nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidak puas dengan reaksi saya….semakin banyak saja capung yang berdatangan. Seolah-olah berkata, bila kamu tidak mengerti pesan Ku, rasakan kehadiran kami semua…&lt;br /&gt;Nah lo… jadi lah saya menikmati pemandangan capung diatas hamparan sawah… sambil merasakan sepenuh hati enak nya makan pudding ala Anahata….(menulis sambil menelan ludah banyak-banyak…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok…ok… saya mengerti…itulah pelajaran saya hari ini. Memperhatikan…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masih sambil bingung dengan pesan yang saya dapat, memperhatikan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa yang harus saya perhatikan? Pasti ada pesan khusus lain kenapa saya harus lebih memperhatikan…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teringat pada waktu saya pergi ke suatu pegunungan di Trawas dan sedang terkagum-kagum pada jenis capung yang belum pernah saya lihat, seorang bapak yang bertugas membersihkan halaman, mengatakan kalau capung adalah indikator bahwa udara sekitar bersih. Dan di dekat sungai jenis capung yang ada lebih bervariasi lagi. Subhanallah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Udara bersih...capung...memperhatikan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terlintas langsung...itu dia pesan Nya….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jangan hanya berkeliling melihat-lihat&lt;br /&gt;Perjalanan yang sebenarnya disini&lt;br /&gt;Tamasya besar itu dimulai lagi&lt;br /&gt;Secara tepat dimana engkau berada&lt;br /&gt;Engkau adalah jagat&lt;br /&gt;Kau memiliki segala yang kau perlukan&lt;br /&gt;Kau adalah rahasia&lt;br /&gt;Kau adalah yang terbuka lebar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jangan cari obat kesulitan mu&lt;br /&gt;Diluar diri mu sendiri&lt;br /&gt;Kau adalah obat itu&lt;br /&gt;Kaulah penyembuh dukamu sendiri….&lt;br /&gt;(Rumi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pesan Mu saat itu adalah melihat langsung ke dalam hati sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;Benar…Kadang kita memang disibuk kan bicara sana dan sini sampai lupa diam&lt;br /&gt;Padahal disaat itulah Dia sedang ingin menyampaikan sesuatu.&lt;br /&gt;Begitu sayang nya Dia kepada kita, tapi kita yang dengan sombong nya lupa kehadiaran Dia yang ada di hati….yang menanti kita dengan sabar…sampai kapan kita akan berhenti bicara dan kembali berkomunikasi dengan Dia.&lt;br /&gt;Yang terus mengarahkan kita pada hal-hal baik yang bisa kita peroleh di dunia dan akhirat.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi kita sibuk kan diri kita dengan kebingungan kita akan masalah yang ada&lt;br /&gt;Membicarakan hal yang ada di hadapan kita yang membuat hati kita di aduk-aduk dan emosional&lt;br /&gt;Seolah dengan begitu masalah akan selesai. Padahal, tidak….&lt;br /&gt;Dan bahkan melupakan kelebihan kita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astaghfirullah….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setiap individu adalah istimewa&lt;br /&gt;Setiap ciptaan nya indah&lt;br /&gt;Setiap kejadian adalah baik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah, melalui kemuliaan Mu, aku berharap kasih Mu dalam segala keadaan…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sesungguh nya Allah itu sangat pengasih dan penyayang terhadap manusia” (Al Baqarah: 143)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-3155911741710694407?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/3155911741710694407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=3155911741710694407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/3155911741710694407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/3155911741710694407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2010/05/belajar-dari-capung-lebih-memperhatikan.html' title='belajar dari capung, lebih memperhatikan hati'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/S9wU_kumt1I/AAAAAAAAAl0/-fLIHcEkOIA/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-6895490134560498686</id><published>2010-04-22T12:45:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T12:55:26.422+07:00</updated><title type='text'>belajar dari petir, menerima ketidaknyamanan dan melepas keinginan bahagia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/S8_ktFZEjDI/AAAAAAAAAls/opBB1NsyJI0/s1600/petir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/S8_ktFZEjDI/AAAAAAAAAls/opBB1NsyJI0/s320/petir.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462836336216280114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alan Gatot Subroto, Jakarta.. di jam 17.30, jam pulang kerja. Sudah dua hari ini aku berdiri cukup lama demi menanti lewat nya taxi untuk mengantar kembali pulang. Semua taksi yang lewat penuh dengan lampu pengenal taksi yang dimatikan pertanda ada penumpang di dalam nya. Genap sudah 2 jam menunggu. Ku coba sekali lagi untuk menelpon operator taksi untuk minta di jemput. Jawaban yang ada adalah semua taksi sedang full booked. Tidak bisa order melalui telepon. Pilihan nya adalah menunggu saja apa yang lewat. Apa pun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pilihan yang ada adalah mencoba mencari taksi di mall terdekat. Tapi juga tidak ada yang lewat. Sore ini hujan deras.. butiran air hujan dengan tetesan yang cukup besar dan cepat mulai membasahi kepalaku. Saat yang tepat saat lupa bawa payung atau pun jaket yang ada tutupan kepala nya. Air hujan mulai mengaburkan pandangan ku melalui kacamata yang basah. Asap knalpot di tengah kemacetan cukup membuat napas jadi sesak. Seorang ibu memberi tempat disamping nya untuk sama-sama  berteduh di halte. Setelah tiga jam menunggu dengan pilihan untuk menikmati saja hujan yang turun, akhir nya aku dapat taksi juga dan selama perjalanan pulang hanya memandang macet nya Jakarta dari balik jendela dengan perjalanan lebih dari dua jam. Sampai di rumah jam 23.00, lumayan malam menurutku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selama tiga hari, aku mendapatkan pengalaman yang sama. Sempat terbetik pertanyaan dalam hati, Ya Allah... apa pesan Mu kali ini untuk ku? Ya Allah, pasti bukan tanpa maksud Kau memberiku pengalaman ini. Beri petunjuk Mu yang bisa ku mengerti. Engkau Maha Tahu, jujur aku katakan bahwa physically aku capek banget. Ya Allah, temani saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabtu, hari terakhir, akhirnya aku bisa menyelesaikan pekerjaanku. Sambil menunggu hujan reda untuk keluar beli makan siang, aku duduk di teras depan. Melihat langit yang mendung. Tiba-tiba aku di kagetkan suara petir yang menggelegar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekali lagi terdengar suara petir menggelegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petir...mengingatkan aku pada penderitaan.&lt;br /&gt;Suatu uraian dari E.Tolle yang mengatakan bahwa “manusia punya pikiran bahwa manusia seharus nya tidak menderita. Pikiran bahwa kita menderita adalah akar penderitaan kita. Dimana sebenarnya penderitaan itu adalah timbul nya kesadaran terdalam manusia dan membakar egoisme”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petir juga mengajarkan aku untuk menerima ketidaknyamanan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaksi yang timbul memang bisa macam-macam sebagai wujud pelampiasan egoisme dari hati, misalnya marah, menangis, histeris, pikiran-pikiran negatif, yang semua nya akan menyiksa diri sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dan bahwasanya Dialah yang menjadikan orang tertawa dan menangis.” (QS. An-Najm: 43).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uraian dari kitab al hikam yang tidak sengaja melintas di hati, yang benar-benar terasa menampar hati adalah: Bila kita merasa mengalami penderitaan dalam bentuk apa pun, dan kita berdoa untuk di lepaskan dari penderitaan itu, tapi kita tidak benar-benar terbebas dari penderitaan itu, adalah karena Allah masih berkehendak kita ada disitu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QS. Al-Baqarah ayat 216&lt;br /&gt;”Boleh jadi kamu membenci sesuatu, padahal ia amat baik bagimu, dan boleh jadi (pula) kamu menyukai sesuatu, padahal ia amat buruk bagimu; Allah mengetahui, sedang kamu tidak mengetahui.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berarti apa pun yang ada di hadapan kita ini adalah baik. Bagaimana kita merasakan dari hati yang terdalam bahwa memang kita harus melalui nya. Tanpa mengomentari nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bisakah??? Sementara manusia, juga berarti disini aku sendiri pun kadang tak sengaja mengomentari kejadian yang sudah Kau aturkan untuk kami semua. Astaghfirullah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tulisan Rumi mengingatkan ku:&lt;br /&gt;Mencinta adalah mencapai Tuhan&lt;br /&gt;Takkan pernah lagi dada seorang Pencinta merasakan kesedihan&lt;br /&gt;Takkan pernah lagi jubah seorang Pencinta tersentuh kematian&lt;br /&gt;Takkan pernah lagi jazad seorang Pencinta ditemukan terkubur di tanah&lt;br /&gt;Mencinta adalah mencapai Tuhan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bisa jadi apa yang kita alami pun adalah hukum sebab akibat. Tapi itu semua sudah atas kendali Allah juga. Apapun itu adalah baik. Pembahasan akan kejadian yang kita alami akan mempengaruhi proses kita dalam taslim..berserah diri dan total surrender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apapun itu, semua berasal dari Mu, temani aku dalam menerima ketentuan Mu&lt;br /&gt;Ridha Mu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Imam Ibnu Katsir menafsirkan surat At Taghaabun ayat 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Barangsiapa yang ditimpa suatu musibah, lalu dia menyedari bahawa musibah tersebut adalah qadha dan qadar Allah, oleh itu dia dapat sabar menghadapinya dan reda menerimanya, niscaya Allah akan memberi hidayah (petunjuk) kepada hatinya dan mengganti apa yang luput itu dengan hidayah kepada hatinya serta keyakinan yang benar. Malahan terkadang gantian dari Allah itu lebih baik daripada apa yang luput. (Tafsir Al Quran Al ‘Azim ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Imam Ibnul Qayyim berkata: “Hendaknya kita menyadari bahwa musibah yang menimpa kita bukanlah untuk memusnahkan kita, sesungguhnya kehadiran musibah tersebut hanyalah untuk menguji sampai dimana kesabaran kita, dengan demikian barulah jelas apakah kita layak menjadi WALI ALLAH ataupun tidak”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Allah berfirman dalam surah Fathi Maksudnya: Apa saja yang Allah anugerahkan kepada manusia berupa rahmat, maka tidak ada seorangpun yang dapat menahannya; dan apa saja yang ditahan oleh Allah maka tidak seorangpun yang sanggup untuk melepaskannya sesudah itu. Dan Dialah Yang Maha Perkasa lagi Maha Bijaksana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imam Ali, menantu Rasulullah pernah berkata, bahwa ada tiga ibadah yang utama. Yang pertama adalah sabar, yang kedua adalah diam, yang ke tiga adalah menanti kelapangan Nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah dengan ijin Mu, lindungi aku dan kami semua dari bahaya yang tampak dan juga bahaya yang tidak tampak, yang hanya Engkaulah yang tahu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah, jadikan diam ku dengan selalu mengingat Mu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tulisan Rumi yang mengingatkan ku:&lt;br /&gt;Adakalanya dengan tujuan menolong&lt;br /&gt;Dia membuat kita sengsara&lt;br /&gt;Tapi kepiluan hati demi Dia&lt;br /&gt;Akan membawa kebahagiaan&lt;br /&gt;Senyum akan datang&lt;br /&gt;Sesudah air mata&lt;br /&gt;Siapapun yang meramalkan ini adalah hamba yang di berkati Tuhan&lt;br /&gt;Dimanapun air mengalir, hidup akan makmur&lt;br /&gt;Dimanapun air mata berderai dan mengingatNya&lt;br /&gt;Rahmat ilahi akan diperlihatkan&lt;br /&gt;Pergilah ke pangkuan Tuhan..&lt;br /&gt;Dan Tuhan akan memelukmu dan menciummu dan menunjukkan&lt;br /&gt;Bahwa Ia tidak akan membiarkan mu lari dari Nya&lt;br /&gt;Dia akan menyimpan hati mu dalam hati Nya&lt;br /&gt;Siang dan malam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahai Yg Maha Mendengar,selalu berlaku kodrat Mu,wahai Yg Maha Mengatasi,yg tempat semuanya berakhir.Dgn syafaat Mu,melalui kemuliaan Mu.Aku hanya ingin mengulurkan tanganku &amp;amp; memohon pd Mu,krn yg lain adl fana &amp;amp; bergantung pd-Mu.Engkau yg menyayangi kami semua.Sgl sesuatu akan selesai dg cara &amp;amp; ketentuan Mu.Aku hanya punya doa &amp;amp; melarikan diri pada Mu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-6895490134560498686?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/6895490134560498686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=6895490134560498686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/6895490134560498686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/6895490134560498686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2010/04/belajar-dari-petir-menerima.html' title='belajar dari petir, menerima ketidaknyamanan dan melepas keinginan bahagia'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/S8_ktFZEjDI/AAAAAAAAAls/opBB1NsyJI0/s72-c/petir.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-2503160117501548390</id><published>2010-02-17T12:41:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T12:54:22.428+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What I feel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My thought'/><title type='text'>Belajar dari matahari, awan dan embun pagi, melepaskan kemelekatan dunia dan napsu untuk mendapat keajaiban…</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ialog pagi waktu lagi masak di kos2an..&lt;br /&gt;Mba... aku belum mendapat miracle...&lt;br /&gt;Masalahku masih banyak…&lt;br /&gt;Padahal aku sudah melakukan ini dan itu..&lt;br /&gt;Tapi masih ada banyakkkkkk&lt;br /&gt;Aku merasa sebal…. %^$##%%^*(!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giliran aku yang bingung harus menjawab apa.&lt;br /&gt;Sebenarnya apa sih definisi dari miracle?&lt;br /&gt;Keajaiban karena mendapatkan apa yang di inginkan?&lt;br /&gt;Lha kalau sudah dapat apa yang di ingin kan terus pengen nya apalagi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm...&lt;br /&gt;Pengen nya sih hati menjadi tenang...&lt;br /&gt;Karena apa yang aku rasa enak itu sudah terwujud...&lt;br /&gt;Tapi terus apa lagi yang saya mau, ya mba?&lt;br /&gt;Sepertinya tujuan akhir saya rasa bahagia…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm ok…&lt;br /&gt;Yang bisa ku lakukan saat itu hanya mendengarkan saja.&lt;br /&gt;Karena aku sendiri juga sedang me release…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah dia merasa lebih lega...&lt;br /&gt;Aku hanya bilang..&lt;br /&gt;Apa yang kamu lihat dari saya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm yang aku lihat mbak Dee kelihatan nya selalu baik-baik saja.&lt;br /&gt;Ok… alhamdulillah… amin…&lt;br /&gt;Oke lah kalau begitu.. :D&lt;br /&gt;Aku teringat pengalaman ku beberapa waktu yang lalu, waktu aku sedang mencari jawaban.&lt;br /&gt;Kebetulan waktu itu, langit juga sedang menunjukkan hal yang sama…&lt;br /&gt;Yuk.. kita berdua lihat ke langit…&lt;br /&gt;Apa yang kau lihat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia berkata,”Aku melihat ada matahari..”&lt;br /&gt;Terus??&lt;br /&gt;Aku juga melihat ada awan..&lt;br /&gt;Terus apa lagi??&lt;br /&gt;Apa dong mba?? Aku lihat nya cuman itu aja..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku menggandeng tangan nya untuk merasakan apa yang aku rasakan..&lt;br /&gt;Dik.. lihat di atas sana…matahari bersinar.. tapi sebagian sinarnya ditutupi awan..&lt;br /&gt;Lihatlah dan rasakan..matahari itu bersinar tidak benar2 terlihat sinarnya&lt;br /&gt;Karena sinarnya ditutupi awan.. Lihat...&lt;br /&gt;Lama dia memandangi matahari dan awan itu, belum paham apa yang ku maksud...&lt;br /&gt;“Lihatlah baik-baik dengan mata hati mu... apa yang terjadi kemudian dengan awan nya..”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mba... awan nya pergi...&lt;br /&gt;Iya, betul... itu juga sama seperti bila kita merasa ada masalah..&lt;br /&gt;Masalah itu akan pergi bila waktu nya dia pergi, sama seperti awan. Karena masalah itu ibarat seperti awan yang hanya mampir lewat, untuk kita memahami sesuatu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di depan kita berdua, aku melihat sesuatu.&lt;br /&gt;Aku merasa ada sesuatu di depan sana&lt;br /&gt;Sesuatu yang berbicara ke hatiku...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embun pagi...&lt;br /&gt;Sejenak aku melihat embun itu...&lt;br /&gt;Tanpa terasa aku menangis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/S3uCWeDzxTI/AAAAAAAAAlc/TwUpatnwmPw/s1600-h/Embun_Pagi2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/S3uCWeDzxTI/AAAAAAAAAlc/TwUpatnwmPw/s320/Embun_Pagi2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439084297517778226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelajaran baruku di pagi ini, embun mengajarkan bahwa, ibarat embun yang bening...&lt;br /&gt;Itulah hati kita...embun berkata, lihatlah...bahkan aku pun bisa pergi... bahkan aku pun tidak melekat dan hanya mengalir saja, aku datang untuk pergi lagi, aku datang untuk kemudian menetes, dan bisa juga menguap...aku memberikan rasa dingin di hatimu.. untuk hati yang sedang sedih...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meskipun pada akhirnya nanti aku akan hilang dari pandangan..&lt;br /&gt;Tapi jiwaku tidak akan hilang.&lt;br /&gt;Kebahagiaan adalah pada saat kita menggunakan diri kita untuk membuat perbedaan bagi sekitar. Karena itulah manusia yang sebenar-benarnya. Hidup yang sesungguh nya adalah hidup yang punya tujuan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saat diri kita terlepas dari apa yang kita miliki di dunia, itu sebenarnya adalah ujian sampai seberapa kita masih tetap mengingatNya. Apakah kita melekatkan diri kita pada dunia? apakah ukuran kebahagiaan kita adalah miracle menurut kita?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wahai Allah Yang Memberi Nikmat Pada seluruh makhluk...&lt;br /&gt;Wahai Allah Yang Selalu Memberi Kemudahan&lt;br /&gt;Wahai Allah Yang selalu Memberi Kelapangan&lt;br /&gt;Wahai Allah Yang Selalu Menolong&lt;br /&gt;Wahai Allah Yang Melepaskan Kesulitan&lt;br /&gt;Wahai Allah Yang dengan nama-nama Indah Mu Yang membuat Kami bergetar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau tahu Yang terbaik untuk kami semua…&lt;br /&gt;Dan Aku Yakin, Semua nya lancar…untuk semua makhluk di muka bumi ini.&lt;br /&gt;Dan benar-benar seperti itu... untuk semua makhluk di alam semesta..&lt;br /&gt;Amin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Di langit terdapat rejeki kalian dan apa yang di janjikan kepada kalian. Demi Tuhan langit dan bumi, Ia benar akan terjadi seperti perkataan Yang kalian ucapkan" (Adz Dzariyat: 22-23)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikhlas adalah rahasia antara Allah dan hamba Nya. Ikhlas hanya menjadikan Allah sebagai obyek.&lt;br /&gt;karena ikhlas adalah tidak melekat pada dunia..&lt;br /&gt;Bukan kemelekatan pada dunia dan bukan kemelekatan pada napsu, apa pun..&lt;br /&gt;Seperti embun pagi ni..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/S3uCexs6DkI/AAAAAAAAAlk/rkwp11X7Lrs/s1600-h/embun-pagi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/S3uCexs6DkI/AAAAAAAAAlk/rkwp11X7Lrs/s320/embun-pagi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439084440229383746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahai Allah yang dengan nama Nya Yang Maha Penyayang...&lt;br /&gt;Temani saya selalu...&lt;br /&gt;Tuntunlah saya dan kami semua..&lt;br /&gt;Selalu...&lt;br /&gt;Dengan petunjuk-MU yang dengan nya kami mengerti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mba… gorengan Prata nya gosong….”&lt;br /&gt;Wadowwww.........&lt;br /&gt;....sambil menatap calon sarapan yang hitam....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-2503160117501548390?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/2503160117501548390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=2503160117501548390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/2503160117501548390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/2503160117501548390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2010/02/belajar-dari-matahari-awan-dan-embun.html' title='Belajar dari matahari, awan dan embun pagi, melepaskan kemelekatan dunia dan napsu untuk mendapat keajaiban…'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/S3uCWeDzxTI/AAAAAAAAAlc/TwUpatnwmPw/s72-c/Embun_Pagi2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-7429347174266017548</id><published>2009-06-12T23:34:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T23:35:23.579+07:00</updated><title type='text'>belajar dari tanah.. menundukkan kepala (pikiran)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enunggu angkutan kota lewat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kepala saya rasa nya berat. Ada beberapa hal yang saya pikirkan, di sisi lain sisa demam belum hilang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa saat kemudian, angkutan kota yang saya tunggu lewat. Saya dapat tempat di belakang berdekatan dengan beberapa orang. Saya masih sibuk memilih pikiran apa yang enak dan rasa yang enak di hati. Sayup2 saya dengar pembicaraan yang lumayan agak keras. "Bu, saya ini jengkel.. kenapa A begini dan begitu...apapun yang saya lakukan rasa nya nda ada bener nya...salahhhh terus" Sepintas kalimat itu yang saya dengar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malam hari nya, saya mendapat telpon dari teman lama. Yang inti nya cerita kalau dia sering disalah-salahkan. Dia bertanya pada saya, apa yang harus dilakukan. Jujur, saya belum tahu harus menjawab apa. Saya cuma bisa berkata "sabar..." Dan dengan cepat dia menjawab, "Yah.. sabar kan ada batas nya???... gimana sih...Wah, kamu di curhati jawab nya cuman satu kata itu aja. Sudah capek ngomong panjang lebar" Wah..giliran saya yang mendadak buntu harus menjawab apa, sementara pengaruh obat mulai terasa, dan membuat saya mengantuk. Saya tanya balik, "Lha, kamu pengen nya apa?" Giliran diam nda jawab..Lho...piye...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi, hari ini saya belajar sesuatu dari tanah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menatap tanah tempat ku berpijak, saya mengerti kenapa saat saya sedang banyak pikiran dan menundukkan kepala, secara tidak langsung saya meminjam energi tanah. Di saat yang sama, pikiran yang banyak itu menyeruak hilang. Itu karena tanah punya energi MENERIMA. Tanah digunakan berpijak banyak orang, gedung2 besar.. gunung... Terbayang betapa kuat nya tanah ini. Tanah mengajarkan untuk menerima. Bahkan dia juga menerima kita bila kita meninggal. Silence acceptance. Teringat ucapan sahabat saya, "Nerimo ing Pandum"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita bertemu dengan orang yang menyalahkan kita, terima saja. Tidak pernah ada orang yang 100% benar. Kerjakan saja apapun itu sebaik mungkin dengan sepenuh hati. Bila kita bertemu dengan orang yang menjengkelkan karena menyalah2kan, dia adalah selain guru ikhlas.. dia juga guru kebijaksanaan. Bukan karena dia mengajarkan kebijaksanaan, tapi kita menjadi lebih bijaksana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syukuri apa pun yang di depan mu, karena dia guru ikhlas dan guru kebijaksanaan&lt;br /&gt;Sabar atas apa pun yang menimpa mu, karena Allah memberi kita dua telinga dengan satu mulut. Tidak perlu di balas balik. Dengarkan saja. Lidah kita cuma satu, kan? sementara telinga ada dua, kan?Silence acceptance&lt;br /&gt;Fokus atas apa pun yang kau pikir dan kau rasa enak, karena kejadian itu adalah kunci pesanan mu&lt;br /&gt;Tenang atas pikiran2 yang terlintas di kepala mu, karena lebih enak merasa kan apa yang enak di hati&lt;br /&gt;Bahagia atas hasil yang kita dapat. Ingat ucapan sahabat saya, Bahagia tanpa alasan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah, Dia Yang Maha Tahu dan Maha Mendengar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insya Allah, doa kita semua sedang dalam proses di kabulkan. Apa pun itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-7429347174266017548?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/7429347174266017548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=7429347174266017548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/7429347174266017548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/7429347174266017548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2009/06/belajar-dari-tanah-menundukkan-kepala.html' title='belajar dari tanah.. menundukkan kepala (pikiran)'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-3035632043067330492</id><published>2009-06-12T23:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T23:34:09.501+07:00</updated><title type='text'>belajar dari air.. memaafkan diri sendiri</title><content type='html'>Pagi jam 6... Perawat membuka tirai di depan tempat tidurku di rumah sakit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada 2 baskom air di siapkan. Dengan wajah ceria, perawat menyapaku. Pagi Mba Tristi... ayo.. waktu nya seka...Nda terasa sudah pagi lagi. Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasien di sebelah tiba2 memanggil perawat. "Suster, tolong...ini selang nya lepas, infus nya habis.."&lt;br /&gt;Saya minta perawat untuk membantu Bu Bati dulu, karena dia lebih perlu dibanding saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sambil ucek2 mata, masih pengen tidur lagi..perhatian saya melihat ke 2 baskom itu sambil merenung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washlap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baskom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terlintas di kepala saya....air bisa membersihkan benda, tapi benda tidak bisa membersihkan air. Air itu seperti hati, bila dia bening.. dia bisa membersihkan. Benda adalah pikiran, yang bisa dibersihkan atau dengan kata lain dipengaruhi hati. Pikiran dibersihkan dengan hati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hebat sekali air ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan kata lain, bila air itu kotor, membersihkan nya juga nda total bersih, masih tersisa yang kurang bersih tadi. Sama seperti hati dan pikiran kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila hati kita kurang bersih,&lt;br /&gt;apakah masih ada prasangka, mmm keinginan atas rasa ...&lt;br /&gt;merasa lebih hebat dan lebih baik dari orang lain, mmm keinginan atas rasa ....&lt;br /&gt;merasa puas dan bahagia dengan membicarakan kekurangan orang lain, dan apakah kita sendiri selalu benar?&lt;br /&gt;merasa sebagai orang yang paling sudah melakukan segala nya dengan benar. Keinginan atas rasa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apakah kita bisa mencerminkan diri ini seperti air yang bening? Hati yang ikhlas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah, kepada MU lah aku kembali. Tunjukkan kami jalan yang benar. Ampuni kami semua&lt;br /&gt;Terbuka semua jalan MU untuk kami semua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah aku memaafkan diri ini, hati ini alhamdulillah kembali bening, karena MU.&lt;br /&gt;Kau memberi kami semua hati yang sebening air...maafkan kami semua&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah, ayo.. heningkan diri sebentar...rasa itu ada.. tapi ok lah.. tidak apa-apa..mmm dia lepas...pergi dan menguap entah kemana&lt;br /&gt;Dan rasa itu pergi, kami pulang.. pejuang ikhlas MU datang kembali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyanyi bareng yukkkkk&lt;br /&gt;Dari YAKIN ku teguh...Hati IKHLAS ku.. penuh.. mmm  mmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah.. enak dan enteng rasanya. Terasa sampai sana, kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; Rasakan..rasakan..alhamdul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;illah...Ya Allah...&lt;br /&gt;Permintaan kami semua pun Kau kabulkan...amin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah terima kasih atas pelajaran MU. Air, terima kasih sudah mengingatkan ku kembali&lt;br /&gt;Mas Nunu, terima kasih..&lt;br /&gt;Sahabat pejuang ikhlas ku...yuk ngecek bareng2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam ikhlas dari hati&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-3035632043067330492?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/3035632043067330492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=3035632043067330492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/3035632043067330492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/3035632043067330492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2009/06/belajar-dari-air-memaafkan-diri-sendiri.html' title='belajar dari air.. memaafkan diri sendiri'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-7950926972861933422</id><published>2009-06-12T23:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T23:33:14.970+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Belajar dari burung</title><content type='html'>Beberapa hari saya di Rumah Sakit, Allah mengajarkan sesuatu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya berada di kamar yang di isi 2 pasien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah saya dapat kamar di samping jendela. Karena tidak ada keluarga penunggu untuk saya, dan telephone genggam yang kesulitan mendapat sinyal (benar2 di isolasi), hiburan saya selama di rumah sakit kalau belum ada kerabat yang datang hanya: CD Player, beberapa buku dan melihat jendela di samping kiri saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sering sekali burung2 bernyanyi di depan jendela, dan ada juga burung yang menjaga keseimbangan nya untuk tetap berada di pandangan mata saya. Untuk kemudian terbang ke atas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak terhitung saya melihat burung terbang...tapi kali ini rasa nya lain..Saya melihat ada pelajaran hidup yang di ajarkan burung2 itu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk terbang ke suatu tujuan, burung punya 2 sayap. Seperti dalam hidup..ada kesulitan dan juga ada kemudahan. Mencapai tempat yang baik dengan terbang, kita perlu 2 sayap..sayap kemudahan dan sayap kesulitan. Kita tidak bisa terbang ke suatu tempat hanya dengan sayap kemudahan saja.. atau sayap kesulitan saja. Karena hidup itu seimbang. Dengan seimbang, kita bisa menuju kemana kita inginkan. Terbang dengan kemudahan dan kesulitan bersama, akan membuat kita memandang hidup itu lain...hasil yang dicapai pun akan lain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm dan seorang teman bertanya, mba.. aku nda ngerti maksud nya.&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, burung itu bermaksud cerita kalau kita pingin nya hidup itu hanya yang mudah2 saja, tapi tidak pernah mau menerima yang sulit. Ibarat burung yang terbang, terbang nya miring ke samping, karena cuma senang nya saja (1 sayap). Padahal kalau kita mau memikir dan merasa kalo susah pun bisa di pikir dan di rasa senang, rasa nya akan sama juga. Heningkan diri...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kepak kan kedua sayapmu dengan tenang...sehingga bisa mengatur irama dengan tepat&lt;br /&gt;Kepak kan sayap mu dengan sabar...sehingga kau bisa sampai di tujuan tidak kelelahan&lt;br /&gt;Kepak kan sayap mu dengan syukur...sehingga kepak mu akan punya makna&lt;br /&gt;Kepak kan sayap mu dengan fokus.. sehingga kau bisa sampai di tujuan dengan tepat&lt;br /&gt;Sampailah kita dengan bahagia.. :) kebahagiaan dengan kekuatan hati...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan tidak pernah menjadikan segala sesuatu itu sia2..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-7950926972861933422?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/7950926972861933422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=7950926972861933422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/7950926972861933422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/7950926972861933422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2009/06/belajar-dari-burung.html' title='Belajar dari burung'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-6875321650430049233</id><published>2009-05-28T22:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T22:52:56.408+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catatan yang tersisa dari Revolusi Hati</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da satu catatan yang tersisa dari acara Revolusi Hati. Catatan yang khusus saya buat dalam satu notes tersendiri. Karena catatan ini begitu membekas di hati saya. Catatan yang berasal dari orasi mas Nunu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas Nunu berkata, tanyakan pada hati kita, doa apa yang pernah kita lantunkan dalam kehidupan kita. Apa yang pernah kita fokuskan dalam hidup kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ucapan mas Nunu itu mengingatkan saya. Bahkan kita kadang bisa terombang ambing kebingungan mencari solusi atas masalah yang kita hadapi. Kita bertanya kesana kemari, membahas masalah yang kita dapat, yang akhirnya kita berfokus pada masalah itu. Kita mencari tahu "di luar sana". Sungguh saya merasa tersentil, saya ingat suatu ucapan bijaksana.. "Tanyalah pada hati mu".."mintalah fatwa pada hatimu".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejenak saya berkomunikasi dengan hati saya. Hai, hati ku yang selalu ada di situ. Aku disini... Aku kembali...Aku ingat... kau selalu berbicara padaku. Maafkan aku yang terlalu sibuk mendengar di luar sana. Padahal, kau selalu memberitahuku. Aku pulang...Saya menyentuh hati saya...rasanya...hati saya tersenyum...alhamdulillah...nyessss... terasa dari ujung kaki sampai ubun2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemudian, dari belakang barisan penonton...ada seorang yang menyanyikan lagu "Hero" dari Mariah Carey". Orang yang hebat itu adalah kita sendiri. Ayo... kita menyanyi bersama sambil menyentuh hati kita masing2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a hero If you look inside your heart You don't have to be afraid Of what you are There's an answer If you reach into your soul And the sorrow that you know Will melt away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then a hero comes along With the strength to carry on And you cast your fears aside And you know you can survive So when you feel like hope is gone Look inside you and be strong And you'll finally see the truth That a hero lies in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a long road When you face the world alone No one reaches out a hand For you to hold You can find love If you search within yourself And the emptiness you felt Will disappear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then a hero comes along With the strength to carry on And you cast your fears aside And you know you can survive So when you feel like hope is gone Look inside you and be strong And you'll finally see the truth That a hero lies in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord knows Dreams are hard to follow But don't let anyone Tear them away Hold on There will be tomorrow In time You'll find the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then a hero comes along With the strength to carry on And you cast your fears aside And you know you can survive So when you feel like hope is gone Look inside you and be strong And you'll finally see the truth That a hero lies in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah, aku rela bila ada kesulitan yang ada di depan ku, aku tahu, Kau selalu bersamaku dan ada sesuatu yang lebih besar di depan sana. Fokus...&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah, aku pasrah bila aku bertemu orang-orang yang menguji ku, aku tahu itu hanya sementara dan mereka tidak mengerti. Tenang... Sabar...&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah, aku selalu tersenyum dari hati atas apapun yang ada di hadapan ku. Syukur...&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah, aku merasa semua sudah Kau atur. Karena semua nya baik-baik saja. Bahagia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai... sahabat2 pejuang ikhlas ku...ayo kita bergandeng tangan bersama, bila ada api ikhlas yang mulai padam.. ayo kita recharge bersama. Kita semua hebat, karena manusia di ciptakan sempurna. Ayo kita ijinkan semua yang indah berdatangan. Ayo kita tetap rendah hati. Hati ini terbuka..karena kita berlapang dada..Hati saya merangkul hati semua teman2 pejuang ikhlas. My soul friends...I am here. Langit indah pun selalu menaungi kita... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-6875321650430049233?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/6875321650430049233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=6875321650430049233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/6875321650430049233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/6875321650430049233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2009/05/catatan-yang-tersisa-dari-revolusi-hati.html' title='Catatan yang tersisa dari Revolusi Hati'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-5687912592838968306</id><published>2009-05-25T16:37:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T18:01:45.820+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things happen'/><title type='text'>Catatan Revolusi hati Republik Ikhlas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ari Jumat, 22 Mei 2009, Hotel Santika, Slipi, Jakarta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita berempat datang dari Surabaya dengan dress code ungu, warna dari katahati (maksudnya sih sebenernya biar bagus di foto, namanya juga pasukan HF-Heboh Foto). Baru masuk di pintu utama, kita lihat ada mba Eka di bagian registrasi. Langsung kita semua pada bengak bengok... "Mba Eka".... Sementara Mba Eka nya sendiri juga nda kalah hebohnya... "Surabaya...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita nyari nama kita untuk tanda tangan, tangan kita di stempel dengan tulisan "ikhlas inside". Baru masuk beberapa langkah..wuah... ada mba Veve yang cantikkkkk pake kebaya putih di pintu penyambutan...&lt;br /&gt;Heboh lagi... bengak bengok...pokok e bengak bengok thok...pasukan ludruk bonek(a) cantik :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selesai heboh sama mba Veve, saya terpisah dari 3 teman saya yang lain, gara2 mereka terbang menuju meja makan.. (yo ngono...jan uapik tenan...). Masih celingukan nyari pasukan ungu.. saya ketemu sama mas Firdaus. Langsung dengan sigap nya mas Firdaus bilang.." Nah ini nih... ayo2 cepat ikut saya, yang lain sudah nunggu" melewati beberapa pintu..akhirnya sampai juga di ruang investigasi. Disitu sudah ada 3 orang. Ada bu Rini Sanyoto, mbak Yasmine, Pak Badroni. Saya yang ke empat nih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pak Wisnu yang diberi mandat menjadi MC, membawa selembar kertas untuk mencatat siapa saja yang sudah hadir. Kemudian Pak Imam datang. Terus Pak Wisnu memberi tahu apa yang perlu di lakukan di panggung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada yang saya catat dalam hati setelah sesi briefing dari mas Wisnu. Hasil obrolan santai kita berlima yang pingin saya sharing di sini. Kesamaan tentang ikhlas dari sudut pandang kita masing2. Ikhlas is a total surrender. Ikhlas adalah keyakinan. Apapun yang kita ucapkan dengan pikiran dan perasaan yang connect, dengan ikhlas...tangan Tuhan yang bekerja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/Sh-9Pjaw2iI/AAAAAAAAAlE/hT_48RwRaJw/s1600-h/a+744.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/Sh-9Pjaw2iI/AAAAAAAAAlE/hT_48RwRaJw/s320/a+744.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341195757987879458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa saat kemudian, kita berlima masuk ke ruangan yang sudah di isi lebih dari 700 orang. Rasanya semangat sekali, energi positifnya terasa, padahal acara belum di mulai. Ya Allah, alhamdulillah saya sudah Kau beri kesempatan datang disini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acara dibuka oleh mba Auk Murat. Cantik sekali...membacakan struktur acara. Saya sibuk merasakan enaknya rasa ada disana. Waktu mba Veve kasih ucapan sambutan, terasa sekali kalau acara ini sangat sukses. Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/Sh-vFJ91bMI/AAAAAAAAAkU/F2T7G2c39gE/s1600-h/DSC04391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/Sh-vFJ91bMI/AAAAAAAAAkU/F2T7G2c39gE/s320/DSC04391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341180186194177218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah mba Veve selesai dengan kata sambutan, acara selanjutnya adalah testimoni. Waktu dipanggil di atas panggung, kita berlima surprise kalau ada profil kita di slide. Testimoni pertama, ibu Rini Sanyoto. Beliau adalah korban Situ Gintung. Harta benda hilang, dan setelah beliau berserah, entah dari mana, rekening bank beliau malah bertambah. Minggu lalu, beliau baru pulang dari umroh, hadiah dari seseorang, alhamdulillah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Testimoni kedua, mbak Yasmine, cantik dan masih muda. Mbak Yasmine bilang kalau dia menang di suatu lomba, karena dia sudah ikhlas. Alhamdulillah, menang juara 1. hadiahnya jalan2 ke eropa. Ikhlas membuat dia mengenal dirinya. Dia pernah bilang ke teman nya, kalau suatu saat dia akan memenangkan lomba itu, dan ternyata benar. Ikhlas dan yakin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Testimoni ketiga, oleh pak Imam, yang berasa seperti bapak saya sendiri. Teman2 katahati diundang dengan tangan terbuka. Wah.. saya sudah bayangkan kolam renang nya. Tapi kolam renang saya menghadap sawah, pak..:) Pak Imam cerita, beliau sebenarnya adalah "korban percobaan" dari mas Nunu. Nda papa, pak..percobaan nya sukses..catatan yang saya ingat: Tuhan itu pintar, tanya hatimu, dan percaya pada Tuhan. Pintar mana, dirimu atau Tuhan...begitu kita jawab pertanyaan itu, ikhlaskan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Testimoni ke empat, oleh pak Roni. Wah, saya nda ngira kalo bisa ketemu sama yang buat TDA. Sungguh. Beliau cerita pengalaman beliau yang pernah di tipu orang, tapi setelah mengaplikasikan ikhlas.. yang datang malah tidak di duga, justru keberhasilan2 dan kesuksesan. Alhamdulillah, selalu sukses, ya pak.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Testimoni terakhir, saya. Jujur aja, itu pertama kali saya ngomong di depan orang sebanyak itu.Alhamdulillah ternyata bisa juga.. :) buat saya, ikhlas itu adalah saat dimana perasaan dan pikiran ketemu di satu titik dan berasa enak. Tetep aja kalo ingat hadiah gambar tangan di langit dari Allah buat saya itu bikin saya nangis.......Ya Allah alhamdulillah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah testimoni, acara berikutnya adalah dari mas Nunu. Yang saya ingat dari sesi ini, intinya adalah, bagaimana kita merayakan kehidupan dan menajamkan mata hati. Menghayati hidup sebagai hadiah. Hidup dengan lapang dada dan rendah hati. Hidup dengan memikirkan dan merasakan apa yang baik untuk sekitar. Kembali ke fitrah kita sebagai manusia yang selalu bahagia. Keberhasilan yang kita dapat itu lumrah, karena itulah hakikat kita. Hakikat manusia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acara di lanjutkan dengan diskusi antar agama. Poin yang saya catat disini adalah bahwa ikhlals itu tidak pernah membedakan apakah perbuatannya dibenci atau disukai Tuhan. Karena benci dan suka itu berarti kita masih hidup di dualisme. Catatan dari Pak Bob Sadino, hidup tanpa rencana, tidak mengada2.&lt;br /&gt;Tidak melihat hidup sebagai dualisme, tapi suka2 kita aja. Pak Bob memberi contoh, kalau kita anggap putih itu putih, salah. karena putih itu bisa berwarna2 (pelangi.. jadi ingat pelangi yang saya lihat tempo hari...). Di Bali, sering kita lihat ada kain kotak2 hitam putih, saya baru ngerti artinya. Hidup itu seperti itu. Pada saat kita sedang di kotak hitam, jangan lah sedih. karena selangkah ke depan, kesamping akan ketemu putih. Dan sebaliknya. Pada saat kita ada di bagian putih, jangan keburu senang dulu. kesimpulan nya, apa pun yang kita dapat sekarang ini senang2 aja... tidak hidup di dualisme. Ingatlah pelangi....(cocok banget dengan notes yang pernah saya buat tentang pelangi, connect...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/Sh-xmK0RGGI/AAAAAAAAAkc/G9QUnLYz3bQ/s1600-h/DSC04399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/Sh-xmK0RGGI/AAAAAAAAAkc/G9QUnLYz3bQ/s320/DSC04399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341182952381421666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/Sh-zuS0oU0I/AAAAAAAAAkk/QS7CGH8kqRg/s1600-h/DSC04406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/Sh-zuS0oU0I/AAAAAAAAAkk/QS7CGH8kqRg/s320/DSC04406.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341185290992636738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemudian dilanjutkan dengan penandatanganan prasasti republik ikhlas. Yang di teruskan dengan lagu republik ikhlas. Lagu ini saya sering tahu. Tapi kalau saya nyanyikan dengan cara yang benar... rasanya....mantap... Ayo nyanyi bareng saya.. pegang hati nya masing2... Lihat kebun ku.. penuh dengan bunga.. ada yang putih dan ada yang merah...setiap hari.. kusiram semua.. mawar melati.. semua nya indahhhh (terasa nda, kalau rasanya seperti nyanyi gini: Lihat hatiku...penuh dengan kebahagiaan...ada kebahagiaan berwarna2...setiap hari aku yang memelihara nya...apa pun dalam hidupku, semua nya indah...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acara di tutup dengan acara puncak... foto2.... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/Sh-23vueDNI/AAAAAAAAAks/gXlaNMgdzHQ/s1600-h/a+741.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/Sh-23vueDNI/AAAAAAAAAks/gXlaNMgdzHQ/s320/a+741.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341188751905131730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/Sh-5hNgAUlI/AAAAAAAAAk0/AH3OB2Dxcvc/s1600-h/a+742.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/Sh-5hNgAUlI/AAAAAAAAAk0/AH3OB2Dxcvc/s320/a+742.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341191663295418962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/Sh-7cR-yd3I/AAAAAAAAAk8/8nhxyMJ6zOo/s1600-h/a+747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/Sh-7cR-yd3I/AAAAAAAAAk8/8nhxyMJ6zOo/s320/a+747.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341193777622185842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya surprise dapat piala dari katahati. Piala ini juga untuk semua pejuang ikhlas, semua soul friends ku. Ayo kita semua gandeng tangan, menyalakan keikhlasan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/Sh_ALKZCoPI/AAAAAAAAAlM/1trBEoRT9dI/s1600-h/a+743.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/Sh_ALKZCoPI/AAAAAAAAAlM/1trBEoRT9dI/s320/a+743.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341198981085176050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-5687912592838968306?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/5687912592838968306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=5687912592838968306' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/5687912592838968306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/5687912592838968306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2009/05/catatan-revolusi-hati-republik-ikhlas.html' title='Catatan Revolusi hati Republik Ikhlas'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/Sh-9Pjaw2iI/AAAAAAAAAlE/hT_48RwRaJw/s72-c/a+744.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-1751674531885119563</id><published>2009-05-05T10:20:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T12:42:26.675+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guru Ikhlas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ulan Mei 2009, 1 tahun kenal yang nama nya quantum ikhlas. Ikhlas.. kata yang sering dengar. Tapi lebih mengenal dan insya Allah mengerti makna nya setahun belakangan ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada waktu ikut pelatihan nya, buat saya, Guru ikhlas saya adalah cuma mas Nunu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah jalan sekian bulan, saya memahami, guru ikhlas itu ada dimana2, bisa jadi dia pengemis yang saya temui di sekitar masjid. Yang mana kala setelah saya beri dia uang dan saya tawari untuk minum bersama saya dia menolak, dan berkata: "Berikan buat pengemis yang lain, nak.. saya sudah cukup." Yang justru dengan kalimat ikhlas nya itu membuat saya senang sekali memberi buat pengemis lain atau siapa pun di sekitar saya. Yang saya miliki cuman titipan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi akhir-akhir ini saya memahami, guru ikhlas saya juga bisa orang atau situasi yang menguji saya. Alhamdulillah saya di beri kesempatan untuk bertemu situasi dan orang yang kurang enak (kurang enak lebih enak di dengarkan dan dirasa dari pada kalau saya bilang itu menyebalkan. he he he..) Saya lebih mengatur kalimat yang saya ucapkan, saya pikirkan dan saya rasakan. Justru dengan kejadian kurang enak itu, sekarang saya senang-senang aja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seperti kalimat yang sengaja saya tulis di laptop kerja saya, supaya saya selalu ingat:&lt;br /&gt;"Tidak ada satupun hamba Ku yang ikhlas ku ambil harta yang Ku berikan padanya kecuali untuk ku ganti dengan yang lebih baik. Tidak ada satupun hamba Ku yang ridha dengan bala yang ku timpakan pada nya kecuali Ku naik kan derajat nya. Dan tidak ada satupun hamba ku yang bersyukur, kecuali Ku tambah Nikmat-Ku untuk nya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi apa pun yang terjadi, sekarang saya senang terus. Kadang emosi juga naik turun, tapi ingat janji Allah di atas tadi, dapat kejadian kurang enak, itu juga guru ikhlas. Kan mau di ganti yang lebih baik... Nah...senang-senang aja terus.. :) bersyukur aja terus...semua yang ada di kehidupan kita itu guru ikhlas, yang membuat kita menjadi lebih baik. Rasakan dengan hati yang tetap besyukur. Diterima tanpa di komentari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabar.. Fokus...Syukur... Tenang... Bahagia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semua yang menyenangkan dan yang di ingin kan, yang ada di daftar sedang di proses untuk di kabulkan. AMINNNNN :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagaimana pun, terima kasih buat mas Nunu, guru ikhlas saya yang sudah mau berbagi ilmu nya, membuat saya lebih oooo gitu to...Juga teman2 pejuang ikhlas yang juga menjadi guru ikhlas buat saya. Guru ikhlas yang ada dimana2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayuk di rasa bareng... keinginan2 sedang di proses... alhamdulillah....senang sekali...&lt;br /&gt;Wuah... sudah kelihatan tuh.....Lancar deh semua nya.&lt;br /&gt;Written last Saturday. • Comment • LikeUnlike&lt;br /&gt;You, Endrasari Ais W, Beny Subiantono, Isna Ahmad and 9 others like this.&lt;br /&gt;Endrasari Ais W, Beny Subiantono, Isna Ahmad and 9 others like this.&lt;br /&gt; at 11:05 on 03 May&lt;br /&gt;cerita awal kurang lebih sama. dg tau qi dan zi, lebih bisa 'ngeh' dg ajaran2 kuno yg isinya keikhlasan. aku rasa.. kita jadi ketemu krn kita memang 'mencari' di level 'quantum' dan kita diketemukan dg 'guru'nya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 11:10 on 03 May&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Di, moga jadi 'pengingat' utk senantiasa berbaik sangka trhdp smua kejadian . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 13:34 on 03 May&lt;br /&gt;Aku kl ngasih pengemis sll dlm hati 'bs jd pnghasilan mereka lbh bnyk dariku, tp memang bgtulah pkrjaan mereka, sy ikhlas m'berinya' (tau crita cak to d JP, pnghasilannya dari ngemis m'capai 6 jt perbulan)..&lt;br /&gt;Tp bc tulisan ini, sy hrs merubahnya biar lbh adem..&lt;br /&gt;'Bhw yg saya berikan adalh titipan dariNya utk mereka..'&lt;br /&gt;Thanks y mbak ada tmbhn p'cerahan nih..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 13:39 on 03 May&lt;br /&gt;Yup..selalu berprasangka baik pada-NYA,pertolongan&amp;amp;miracle-NYA mengikuti perasaan kita.Hati kita mesti 'joy'dulu,maka semua akan berubah jadi bahagia..Enjoy ajaaa :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 14:03 on 03 May&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dian, thanks ya...your notes always bring tears to my eyes...(dasar cengeng hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 14:23 on 03 May&lt;br /&gt;Wuah wah wah, aku terbawa oleh tulisan mbak Tristi. Kalo diteruskan lagi bisa jd buku lho. He he he... Inspiring!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 14:31 on 03 May&lt;br /&gt;Thanks sudah menulis kisah di atas... mengingatkan kembali untuk tetap semangat berjuang iklas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 14:37 on 03 May&lt;br /&gt;yah...mbak emang semua kejadian/kehidupan di dunia ini adalah guru ikhlas kita...sama pengalaman kita...&lt;br /&gt;saya jg mengucapkan byk terima ksh pada mas nunu yg telah membimbing, mengajari bagaimana cara menemukan 'ikhlas' itu....&lt;br /&gt;byk sekali hasil dr ikhlas itu....byk skl...yg tdk kita kira....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 15:29 on 03 May&lt;br /&gt;@Ra: asyik juga ya, sama2 mencari di kuantum dan bisa ketemu secara face to face.&lt;br /&gt;@An: sama2 Nic..&lt;br /&gt;@Wis: sama2, saya juga masih belajar.&lt;br /&gt;@Rev: di rasa enak dulu deh...kan pasti ada yang enak.. :)&lt;br /&gt;@Ki: gudang air mata ku juga berliter2, mba Ki...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 15:31 on 03 May&lt;br /&gt;@Kas: alhamdulillah, kalo inspiring,bu. Berarti hidup saya tidak sia2&lt;br /&gt;@Si: sama2, tulisan itu juga untuk mengingatkan saya sendiri&lt;br /&gt;@Ni: bener banget... mba....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 15:57 on 03 May&lt;br /&gt;smg stiap org bs paham bhw smuanya, apapun itu, menurut mereka baik atau buruk, mereka suka atau tdk, sbnrnya adalah merupakan AMANAH-NYA ...&lt;br /&gt;enjoy these lifes n keep stay in d'right path ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 16:03 on 03 May&lt;br /&gt;ikhlas akan selalu memberikan ketenangan pada diri kita, sabar akan selalu membuat kita memahami diri sepenuhnya, jd ikhlas dan sabar akan menuntun kita menuju manusia yang lebih baik, amiin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 16:04 on 03 May&lt;br /&gt;Whuah...whuah...whuah... Tristy... What an inspiring note..&lt;br /&gt;Terima kasih... Aku merasakan dan mengalami hal yang sama.. Tp gak bisa berkata-kata... bisanya cuma nangis aja... ihik-ihik...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 16:39 on 03 May&lt;br /&gt;iya ya mbak...kita kyknya kok semakin cengeng ya...&lt;br /&gt;kita merasa bersyukur lgsng deh nangis.....terharu terus bawaannya....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 18:18 on 03 May&lt;br /&gt;Iyaaa nihhh...hmmm dah mulai mendekat nihhh pesanan nya ..ayooo kita ijinkan diri kita untuk menerima nya..Alhamdulillah..terima kasih Ya Allah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 21:43 on 03 May&lt;br /&gt;@Ri: semua nya sudah yang terbaik yang bisa kita terima&lt;br /&gt;@Ea: tenang.. pesanan akan datang&lt;br /&gt;@Tjip: terima kasih, mba...alhamdulillah, aku juga punya banyak air mata... berapa obat tetes mata yang harus ku beli.. ini gratis..&lt;br /&gt;@Ni: bukan cengeng, mba... terharu... stok air mataku nambah terus...bisa ngetik, lihat tangan ku bergerak aja udah nangis, ingat ada teman yang kena stroke.. Ya Allah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 21:45 on 03 May&lt;br /&gt;@Ani: Ayo Ta... di sambut bareng.. ditangkap bareng.. yuk..yuk... aku mengijinkan diri ku mendapatkan apa yang aku membuatku tenang, yang ku tulis dan ku rasa enak.. wuih... asyik..asyik..Alhamdulillah...pesanan ku datang.... wuah... seneng terus nih... tidur sambil senyum2 nih..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 21:51 on 03 May&lt;br /&gt;"melihat saat sekarang dengan kesadaran"..wisdom itu yang membuat kita jadi punya guru ikhlas yang banyak dan di mana2...dulu kalo kiita memberi uang pada peminta2, sambil lalu/gak sadar...sekarang kita pilihkan uang yang paling bagus (bukan lecek), kita berikan dengan dua tangan, kalo perlu sambil membungkuk, sambil senyum, ikhlas tanpa ... Read moreberprasangka buruk, apakah dia pura2 atau pemalas, kita ikhlasin...lihat/rasakan reaksinya..ucapan terima kasihnya "menusuk hati"...menyejukkan..rasakan juga "balasanNya" setelah kita "feeling abundance"...betul2 tak terduga...&lt;br /&gt;Matur Nuwun Tristy....IKHLAS IS THE WAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 06:05 on 04 May&lt;br /&gt;gw juga lgi dlm proses nich Di biar bisa bersikap sabar dan ikhlas, smoga bisa mencapai pd tahap itu sehingga bisa menuntun gw menjadi manusia yg lebih baik, dunia maupun akhirat, amiennn...sist smua notes yg loe tulis bener2 bikin gw semakin mo mengenal Allah lebih dekat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 07:38 on 04 May&lt;br /&gt;menanam dan menyirami boleh dari siapa saja, tapi bertumbuh hanya dengan hubungan pribadi denganNya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 08:22 on 04 May&lt;br /&gt;shubanallah...guru Ikhlas ada dimana mana dan diri kita sendiri yang mampu menyelaminya...salam ikhlas my soul friends....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 08:33 on 04 May&lt;br /&gt;wah, subhanallah.. makasih banyak ya ilmunya mbak.. aduh, ampe ga bisa berkata-kata nih.. aku terharu bangettt,, tersentuh bangeettt,,, ya Allah.. alhamdulillah... :)&lt;br /&gt;makasih ya mbak q sayang.. mbak juga salah satu guru ikhlas saya.. makasih tlah berbagi dan mengajarkan keindahan berserah dan ikhlas menerima hadiah terindah dari sang Maha Indah.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 08:48 on 04 May&lt;br /&gt;subhanallah..subhanallah..subhanallah...terima kasih banyak atas sharenya...tulisannya saya copy-paste mbak...biar enak membacanya...asyiiiikkkkkk....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 09:12 on 04 May&lt;br /&gt;makasiiih mba tulisannya...pas banget momentnya, pas lg belajar ikhlas atas semua kejadian2 kmrn, pas baca ini..ampe nangis terharu...thanks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 09:40 on 04 May&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; memang guru Ikhlas ada dimana-mana...&lt;br /&gt;bilamana tombol ikhlas kita sudah ON (Play),&lt;br /&gt;semua elemen-elemen alam kehidupan secara otomatis akan menyelaraskan dan bekerjasama dengan diri kita, dan membawa diri kita menjadi manusia yang seutuhnya.&lt;br /&gt;Apabila kita sudah menjadi manusia seutuhnya maka secara otomatis hamba-hamba Allah akan datang membantu kita.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 09:47 on 04 May&lt;br /&gt;mbak...bagus bgt tulisannya. mohon lain waktu aku juga di tag ya mbak, please...=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 09:55 on 04 May&lt;br /&gt;4 miss dian,.. you dont know me..&lt;br /&gt;i was just accidently reading your note...&lt;br /&gt;its nice and give a little light into my cloudy day :)&lt;br /&gt;give me the streghth to be optimistic again.. ^_^ ... TQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 09:58 on 04 May&lt;br /&gt;mbak...bisa aku post ga, trs aku kirim ke temen2ku yg lain disini? mohon konfirmasinya ya mbak...makasih sblmnya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 10:27 on 04 May&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah...banyak sekali guru ikhlasnya nih...&lt;br /&gt;buat mbak tristi..terima kasih banyak...&lt;br /&gt;wusssssssshhhhhhhh....&lt;br /&gt;subhanallah...terima kasih Ya ALLAH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 09:28 on 05 May&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah.... hari ini nambah satu ilmu lagi mengenai keikhlasan...&lt;br /&gt;Sebenarnya banyak guru-guru ikhlas di sekitar kita...&lt;br /&gt;tetapi...&lt;br /&gt;kita sering tidak perduli...dan tidak memperhatikan...&lt;br /&gt;Terimakasih ya Allah... Engkau telah membukakan mata hati kami...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 13:36 on 05 May&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah.. dapat siraman rohani yg sangat menyejukkan hati. Kita memang diwajibkan utk saling mengingatkan. Thanks ya Tristi..eh Dian...eh putri...what ever-lah..yg ku ingat proses ikhlas yg mengalir deras dari perjalanan hidupmu.. dan selalu menginspirasiku..... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 09:59 on 06 May&lt;br /&gt;indah dan powerfull... mbak tristi bisa berbagi makna ikhlas dengan menyentuh..selamat ya mabk..terus berbagi pesan bahagianya..amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 12:20 on 08 May&lt;br /&gt;@Fau: Ya Pak, kadang tatapan matanya yang berterima kasih pun sudah membuat saya bersyukur sekali&lt;br /&gt;@Men: alhamdulillah...aku juga masih belajar&lt;br /&gt;@Arin: dan Dia ada di dalam hati&lt;br /&gt;@Erbe: salam ikhlas, my ikhlas teacher dan juga teman2 sehati yang lain&lt;br /&gt;@Wid: kita semua guru ikhlas bagi yang lain :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tristiningsih Dian Ekoputri Sastrodarmodjo at 12:26 on 08 May&lt;br /&gt;@Joes: alhamdulillah. salam ikhlas, pak&lt;br /&gt;@De: Aku juga belajar, Wi.. :) hidup itu untuk belajar. belajar tentang kehidupan&lt;br /&gt;@Be: ikhlas mode ON&lt;br /&gt;@Isna: alhamdulillah, terima kasih kalau dibilang bagus, alhamdulillah&lt;br /&gt;@Yosh: terima kasih, senang bisa berbagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tristiningsih Dian Ekoputri Sastrodarmodjo at 12:28 on 08 May&lt;br /&gt;@lady: menyelaraskan hati dengan sekitar&lt;br /&gt;@Ron:alhamdulillah..sama2 mengingatkan&lt;br /&gt;@Yus: alhamdulillah, sama2 pak.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-1751674531885119563?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/1751674531885119563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=1751674531885119563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/1751674531885119563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/1751674531885119563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2009/05/guru-ikhlas.html' title='Guru Ikhlas'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-105883018411110847</id><published>2009-05-03T20:23:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T20:33:05.905+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>Citizen of the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;just smiling to my self. By doing a test of facebook, it is said that by character, I am mostly Dutch. I even not yet going to Netherland. In another test, I am really come from Java. Since I still can understand about Java's culture and languange.He he he. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But by another test said that, I like an art, so I better stay in France. Unfortunately I can not speak French.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first name is in Italian word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. indeed.. I am citizen of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too bad, and I like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-105883018411110847?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/105883018411110847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=105883018411110847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/105883018411110847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/105883018411110847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2009/05/citizen-of-world.html' title='Citizen of the world'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-6779361149514706256</id><published>2009-04-25T09:59:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T10:07:41.789+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about me'/><title type='text'>I am here...alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;W&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ake up in the morning... I open my eyes... see my left side.. see my right side... where am I? ok.. I am here.. I recognize the place.. It is my bed...mmm I feel the air... then..Huray... alhamdulillah... I am stil alive...wait wait... let me sit proper.. I touch my leg.. ok.. they are still there.. wow.. thank you God.. not finish.. let me.. mmm what do I want to feel..wow.. amazing.. I can feel my heart beat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.. I am still alive.. thank you God... alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important thing that I grateful for is my live.. I am so happy because I am alive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do feel good..alhamdulillah.. ik voel me erg happy... horay...horay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My another day.. with another happines of live adventure.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-6779361149514706256?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/6779361149514706256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=6779361149514706256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/6779361149514706256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/6779361149514706256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-herealive.html' title='I am here...alive'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-5686901920337678692</id><published>2009-04-19T07:23:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T08:17:33.267+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What I feel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My comment'/><title type='text'>irama hati = irama semesta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;he goal of life is to make yourheartbeat match the beat of the universe, to match your nature with nature&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalimat ini yang terpampang di slide saat saya menghadiri pertemuan alumni katahati di Rumah makan kebun kota, Wiyung, Surabaya, bulan februari 2009. (Saya lupa kalimat dari siapa). Saat itu saya termenung lama mengingat pengalaman saya sekitar bulan Juni 2008, saat dokter mengatakan saya harus kembali operasi kedua di bulan Oktober 2008, paling lambat November 2008. Padahal operasi pertama belum total sembuh. Saking bingungnya mikir, waktu itu saya punya keinginan untuk sekedar telpon teman saya, untuk janjian ketemu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karena pada saat saya kebingungan, saya akan mudah merasa tenang bila menggenggam tangan seseorang. Tapi entah kenapa, semua nama yang ada di phonebook saya satu pun tidak ada yang mengangkat telpon dari saya. Padahal saya sudah menelpon 1 jam lebih. Akhirnya saya minta supir saya untuk memberhentikan mobil sebentar di tengah jalan tol Sidoarjo Surabaya. Beberapa menit saya berpikir, dan terucap: " Ya Allah, Kau tahu aku ingin menggenggam tangan seseorang. Ya Allah, paling tidak aku bisa merasakan keberadaan tangan. Ya Allah... hanya tangan....cuma itu saja". Saya pandangi langit menjelang adzan Maghrib. Beberapa saat kemudian, hati saya berkata, "fotolah langit yang ada di hadapan mu". Sekitar 2 detik saya mengambil gambar langit yang ada di hadapan saya. Kemudian karena saya harus cepat kembali pulang ke Surabaya, saya kembali ke mobil dan melanjutkan perjalanan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam perjalanan, saya lihat hasil foto saya. Dan... saya terperangah... saya menitikkan air mata... Karena langit yang saya foto, ...ada awan yang berubah bentuk menjadi tangan, hanya dalam 2 detik, dengan gambar yang jelas. Gambar tangan yang mengulur menunggu... Merinding....Subhanallah...Alhamdulillah...Sesuatu yang tidak mungkin dilakukan manusia, hanya Allah yang merubah bentuk awan itu untuk saya... Alhamdulillah.....Sekarang, di saat saya tidak tenang, hiburan saya: TV dengan layar sangat lebar..langit luas yang terpampang diatas...Alhamdulillah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itu adalah hadiah yang indah yang saya terima. Pelajaran yang saya dapat: Allah selalu mengabulkan doa hambanya di saat yang tepat, dan bila saya mencoba menghubungi teman saya satu pun tidak ada yang mengangkat, itu karena Allah ingin saya kembali pulang kepada Nya. Itu adalah cara Allah berkomunikasi dengan saya, "Selalu mintalah sesuatu padaku, pasti ku beri". Alhamdulillah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelajaran lain: bila hati kita sudah se irama dengan irama alam semesta, apa pun itu, apa pun bentuk nya... akan datang dengan mudah pada kita, meski itu hitungan detik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hati yang seluas langit yang membentang, yang menerima apa pun yang ada. guntur menggelegar..awan mendung, meteor yang menembus... atau bahkan pelangi indah dan burung2 yang bertasbih dengan caranya di langit...Alhamdulillah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jam 17.28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SepxbIuGuGI/AAAAAAAAAj8/RAl4ygJwSKk/s1600-h/Picture+141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SepxbIuGuGI/AAAAAAAAAj8/RAl4ygJwSKk/s320/Picture+141.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326194220330301538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jam 17.29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SepyQErOWeI/AAAAAAAAAkE/SrtR2-HVRck/s1600-h/Picture+144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SepyQErOWeI/AAAAAAAAAkE/SrtR2-HVRck/s320/Picture+144.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326195129777543650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jam 17.30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SepzNBFqOnI/AAAAAAAAAkM/GCpVn0ihxy0/s1600-h/Picture+146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SepzNBFqOnI/AAAAAAAAAkM/GCpVn0ihxy0/s320/Picture+146.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326196176786700914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="wall_posts" id="feed_comments_81859441257_81859441257"&gt;&lt;div id="comment_81859441257_81859441257_1337314" class="wallpost"&gt;&lt;div class="wallimage"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1032480885" title="Early Rahmawati"&gt;&lt;span class="UIRoundedImage UIRoundedImage_GIRLIE UIRoundedImage_SMALL"&gt;&lt;img src="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/v226/874/58/q1032480885_1727.jpg" alt="Early Rahmawati" class="UIRoundedImage_Image" /&gt;&lt;span class="UIRoundedImage_Corners"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="wallcontent" id="comment_box_81859441257_81859441257_1337314"&gt;&lt;div class="wallfrom"&gt;&lt;a onclick="'remove_feed_comment_dialog(" class="x_to_hide" title="Click here to remove this comment"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="wallmeta"&gt;at 02:29 on 09 April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="wallcredits"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="walltext"&gt;&lt;div id="text_expose_id_49ea750016cb56536802480" class="wall_actual_text"&gt;iya mbak benar sekali, kalau kita lagi ngga yakin dengan sesuatu, menyatulah dg alam...insyaallah dengan bernafas tenang, membiarkan udara masuk ke rongga dada kita akan mampu berpikir jernih, sambil berdoa tentunya, insyaallah akan diyakinkan jalan mana yang harus kita ambil, semoga...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="comment_81859441257_81859441257_1337539" class="wallpost"&gt;&lt;div class="wallimage"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1574658167" title="Fauzin Ahmad"&gt;&lt;span class="UIRoundedImage UIRoundedImage_GIRLIE UIRoundedImage_SMALL"&gt;&lt;img src="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/v228/29/26/q1574658167_6638.jpg" alt="Fauzin Ahmad" class="UIRoundedImage_Image" /&gt;&lt;span class="UIRoundedImage_Corners"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="wallcontent" id="comment_box_81859441257_81859441257_1337539"&gt;&lt;div class="wallfrom"&gt;&lt;a onclick="'remove_feed_comment_dialog(" class="x_to_hide" title="Click here to remove this comment"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="wallmeta"&gt;at 02:46 on 09 April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="wallcredits"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="walltext"&gt;&lt;div id="text_expose_id_49ea7500185365924268351" class="wall_actual_text"&gt;sambil atau setelah berdoa/bermunajat yang kita lakukan adalah membaca tanda2Nya (Iqra). Tergantung pada kita bisa atau tidak melihatnya. Tanda2 itu akan terlihat dengan penglihatan, bukan dengan mata. "Aku karuniakan kamu penglihatan (bukan mata) supaya kamu bisa melihat"...terima kasih ya...inspiratif..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="comment_81859441257_81859441257_1338384" class="wallpost"&gt;&lt;div class="wallimage"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=598589234" title="Revita Aryati"&gt;&lt;span class="UIRoundedImage UIRoundedImage_GIRLIE UIRoundedImage_SMALL"&gt;&lt;img src="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/v225/1305/58/q598589234_3776.jpg" alt="Revita Aryati" class="UIRoundedImage_Image" /&gt;&lt;span class="UIRoundedImage_Corners"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="wallcontent" id="comment_box_81859441257_81859441257_1338384"&gt;&lt;div class="wallfrom"&gt;&lt;a onclick="'remove_feed_comment_dialog(" class="x_to_hide" title="Click here to remove this comment"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="wallmeta"&gt; at 03:40 on 09 April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="wallcredits"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="walltext"&gt;&lt;div id="text_expose_id_49ea750019b566720937010" class="wall_actual_text"&gt;Subhaanallaahi wa bi hamdihi,Subhaanallahil Azhiim...Mahasuci Allah dan segala puji bagi-NYA...Mahasuci Allah dengan segala kebesaran-NYA&lt;br /&gt;"DIA-lah yang telah menurunkan ketentraman(perasaan) didalam hati orang-orang yang beriman supaya bertambah keimanannya disamping keimanan yang telah ada"(QS 48:4)hanya pada DIA semua bermuara...semoga kita selalu menjadi hamba-hamba-NYA yang beriman...amin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="comment_81859441257_81859441257_1338603" class="wallpost"&gt;&lt;div class="wallimage"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=741954006" title="Dessie Ariani Subyantoro-perron"&gt;&lt;span class="UIRoundedImage UIRoundedImage_GIRLIE UIRoundedImage_SMALL"&gt;&lt;img src="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/v227/1419/4/q741954006_7528.jpg" alt="Dessie Ariani Subyantoro-perron" class="UIRoundedImage_Image" /&gt;&lt;span class="UIRoundedImage_Corners"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="wallcontent" id="comment_box_81859441257_81859441257_1338603"&gt;&lt;div class="wallfrom"&gt;&lt;a onclick="'remove_feed_comment_dialog(" class="x_to_hide" title="Click here to remove this comment"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="wallmeta"&gt; at 03:55 on 09 April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="wallcredits"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="walltext"&gt;&lt;div id="text_expose_id_49ea75001aece6e30774535" class="wall_actual_text"&gt;subhanallah Di...makasih sdh slalu mengingatkan gw dgn suara2 indah-Nya ya Di...makasaih sekali lg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="comment_81859441257_81859441257_1339777" class="wallpost"&gt;&lt;div class="wallimage"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1341134941" title="Arini Kusumandari"&gt;&lt;span class="UIRoundedImage UIRoundedImage_GIRLIE UIRoundedImage_SMALL"&gt;&lt;img src="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/v222/1244/111/q1341134941_1450.jpg" alt="Arini Kusumandari" class="UIRoundedImage_Image" /&gt;&lt;span class="UIRoundedImage_Corners"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="wallcontent" id="comment_box_81859441257_81859441257_1339777"&gt;&lt;div class="wallfrom"&gt;&lt;a onclick="'remove_feed_comment_dialog(" class="x_to_hide" title="Click here to remove this comment"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="wallmeta"&gt; at 05:25 on 09 April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="wallcredits"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="walltext"&gt;&lt;div id="text_expose_id_49ea75001c2573467637495" class="wall_actual_text"&gt;Tanda akan turun hujan kita tahu, apalagi tanda-tanda lain harusnya kita juga tahu. Itu pentingnya kita berkomunikasi denganNya. Good Luck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="comment_81859441257_81859441257_1340873" class="wallpost"&gt;&lt;div class="wallimage"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1557968866" title="Martha Lazuarditya"&gt;&lt;span class="UIRoundedImage UIRoundedImage_GIRLIE UIRoundedImage_SMALL"&gt;&lt;img src="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/v227/257/51/q1557968866_755.jpg" alt="Martha Lazuarditya" class="UIRoundedImage_Image" /&gt;&lt;span class="UIRoundedImage_Corners"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="wallcontent" id="comment_box_81859441257_81859441257_1340873"&gt;&lt;div class="wallfrom"&gt;&lt;a onclick="'remove_feed_comment_dialog(" class="x_to_hide" title="Click here to remove this comment"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="wallmeta"&gt; at 07:12 on 09 April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="wallcredits"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="walltext"&gt;&lt;div id="text_expose_id_49ea75001ddf81386030466" class="wall_actual_text"&gt;Di dunia ini ada yg TERSIRAT dan TERSURAT.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="comment_81859441257_81859441257_1357126" class="wallpost"&gt;&lt;div class="wallimage"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1092412425" title="Annisa Wardani"&gt;&lt;span class="UIRoundedImage UIRoundedImage_GIRLIE UIRoundedImage_SMALL"&gt;&lt;img src="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/v226/1014/44/q1092412425_690.jpg" alt="Annisa Wardani" class="UIRoundedImage_Image" /&gt;&lt;span class="UIRoundedImage_Corners"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="wallcontent" id="comment_box_81859441257_81859441257_1357126"&gt;&lt;div class="wallfrom"&gt;&lt;a onclick="'remove_feed_comment_dialog(" class="x_to_hide" title="Click here to remove this comment"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="wallmeta"&gt; at 11:28 on 10 April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="wallcredits"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="walltext"&gt;&lt;div id="text_expose_id_49ea75001fa0b6428775460" class="wall_actual_text"&gt;Subhanallah wal hamdulillahi wa laa ilaaha ilallah wallahu Akbar:) aku nangis mba, baca tulisan ini.. Thank you for sharing this with me ya..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="comment_81859441257_81859441257_1357815" class="wallpost"&gt;&lt;div class="wallimage"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1446318940" title="RIna Sesa 'cullen-Soedarso"&gt;&lt;span class="UIRoundedImage UIRoundedImage_GIRLIE UIRoundedImage_SMALL"&gt;&lt;img src="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/profile6/1854/50/q1446318940_3268.jpg" alt="RIna Sesa 'cullen-Soedarso" class="UIRoundedImage_Image" /&gt;&lt;span class="UIRoundedImage_Corners"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="wallcontent" id="comment_box_81859441257_81859441257_1357815"&gt;&lt;div class="wallfrom"&gt;&lt;a onclick="'remove_feed_comment_dialog(" class="x_to_hide" title="Click here to remove this comment"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="wallmeta"&gt; at 13:30 on 10 April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="wallcredits"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="walltext"&gt;&lt;div id="text_expose_id_49ea7500213040270474357" class="wall_actual_text"&gt;Dian, kl g' slh kn pernah nunjukin fotonya k qta ...&lt;br /&gt;ada bbrp frame, kn ...&lt;br /&gt;tlg d upload skalian donk bersama notes ini, jd bs lbh seru &amp;amp; lbh mnghayati ...&lt;br /&gt;Allah always listen n always with us, dear ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;...  &lt;span class="text_exposed_link"&gt;&lt;a onclick="'CSS.addClass($("&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="comment_81859441257_81859441257_1360856" class="wallpost"&gt;&lt;div class="wallimage"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1391754002" title="Kiki Nindya Asih"&gt;&lt;span class="UIRoundedImage UIRoundedImage_GIRLIE UIRoundedImage_SMALL"&gt;&lt;img src="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/v223/385/107/q1391754002_7244.jpg" alt="Kiki Nindya Asih" class="UIRoundedImage_Image" /&gt;&lt;span class="UIRoundedImage_Corners"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="wallcontent" id="comment_box_81859441257_81859441257_1360856"&gt;&lt;div class="wallfrom"&gt;&lt;a onclick="'remove_feed_comment_dialog(" class="x_to_hide" title="Click here to remove this comment"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="wallmeta"&gt; at 20:59 on 10 April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="wallcredits"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="walltext"&gt;&lt;div id="text_expose_id_49ea750022d4a7836460569" class="wall_actual_text"&gt;Dear Dian...alhamdulillah, terima kasih sekali untuk notes-nya. Benar2 menyentuh hati. Semoga kita semua selalu mendapat petunjuk dan lindungan-Nya. Amin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="comment_81859441257_81859441257_1361447" class="wallpost"&gt;&lt;div class="wallimage"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1078582594" title="Tristiningsih Dian Ekoputri Sastrodarmodjo"&gt;&lt;span class="UIRoundedImage UIRoundedImage_GIRLIE UIRoundedImage_SMALL"&gt;&lt;img src="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/v225/372/30/q1078582594_2230.jpg" alt="Tristiningsih Dian Ekoputri Sastrodarmodjo" class="UIRoundedImage_Image" /&gt;&lt;span class="UIRoundedImage_Corners"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="wallcontent" id="comment_box_81859441257_81859441257_1361447"&gt;&lt;div class="wallfrom"&gt;&lt;a onclick="'remove_feed_comment_dialog(" class="x_to_hide" title="Click here to remove this comment"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="wallmeta"&gt; at 21:54 on 10 April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="wallcredits"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="walltext"&gt;&lt;div id="text_expose_id_49ea7500239705034564104" class="wall_actual_text text_exposed"&gt;@Early: Ya, mbak. Buat aku sekarang melihat keindahan alam, merasakan keberadaan alam dengan hati tenang dan ikhlas adalah hiburan yang lebih menghibur daripada TV&lt;br /&gt;@Fauzin: sama2, pak. Mudah2an kita semua selalu punya mata hati yang bisa melihat dengan jernih&lt;br /&gt;@Revita: Amin... amin...&lt;br /&gt;@Dessie: sama2, my sister...manusia adalah untuk saling mengingatkan...&lt;br /&gt;@Arini: Mbak Arini, akhirnya saya bisa mengurai dengan baik makna nya. Saya pernah tanya ke mbak sebelum saya daftar di Heart Focus Juli 2008 kemaren. Tapi ngeh dengan lebih jelas waktu februari 2009 kemaren&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;...  &lt;span class="text_exposed_link"&gt;&lt;a onclick="'CSS.addClass($("&gt;Read more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Martha: semoga kita bisa selalu membaca yang tersirat dan yang tersurat&lt;br /&gt;@Annisa: iya, mba.. sama2... tiap kali aku lihat foto ini, aku juga nda pernah nda nangis.. Ya Allah begitu sayangnya Engkau padaku... dan hamba2 mu yang lain&lt;br /&gt;Rina: sudah ku up load, mbak.. kemaren waktu sesi sharing aku nda sharing, karena menikmati denger sharing teman2 pejuang ikhlas yang lain&lt;br /&gt;@Kiki: alhamdulillah, senang bisa berbagi, Amin.. untuk doa nya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="comment_81859441257_81859441257_1368048" class="wallpost"&gt;&lt;div class="wallimage"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1305009060" title="Tri Joeswa Soewadi"&gt;&lt;span class="UIRoundedImage UIRoundedImage_GIRLIE UIRoundedImage_SMALL"&gt;&lt;img src="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/profile6/326/117/q1305009060_4894.jpg" alt="Tri Joeswa Soewadi" class="UIRoundedImage_Image" /&gt;&lt;span class="UIRoundedImage_Corners"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="wallcontent" id="comment_box_81859441257_81859441257_1368048"&gt;&lt;div class="wallfrom"&gt;&lt;a onclick="'remove_feed_comment_dialog(" class="x_to_hide" title="Click here to remove this comment"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="wallmeta"&gt;at 08:32 on 11 April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="wallcredits"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="walltext"&gt;&lt;div id="text_expose_id_49ea7500252166663392144" class="wall_actual_text"&gt;Subhanallah, Allahu Akbar,...suatu kisah yang menyentuh sekali, pelajaran yang sangat berharga bagi hidup kita semua...terima kasih mau berbagi bagi kita semua...saya yakin hal ini akan bermanfaat bagi kita semua...jangan bosan2 untuk berbagi hal2 seperti ini...ditunggu kisah2 yang lain...semoga sukses selalu...saya banyak belajar dari kisah2 seperti ini...khususnya dalam mengarungi kehidupan ini...terima kasih ya ALLAH atas semua anugerah ini...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="comment_81859441257_81859441257_1368967" class="wallpost"&gt;&lt;div class="wallimage"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1328175101" title="Widya Ferlita"&gt;&lt;span class="UIRoundedImage UIRoundedImage_GIRLIE UIRoundedImage_SMALL"&gt;&lt;img src="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/v222/1713/104/q1328175101_3885.jpg" alt="Widya Ferlita" class="UIRoundedImage_Image" /&gt;&lt;span class="UIRoundedImage_Corners"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="wallcontent" id="comment_box_81859441257_81859441257_1368967"&gt;&lt;div class="wallfrom"&gt;&lt;a onclick="'remove_feed_comment_dialog(" class="x_to_hide" title="Click here to remove this comment"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="wallmeta"&gt; at 10:32 on 11 April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="wallcredits"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="walltext"&gt;&lt;div id="text_expose_id_49ea750026c255155761350" class="wall_actual_text"&gt;Subhanallah.. Allahu akbar!!!..&lt;br /&gt;makasih ya mbak Di atas renungannya.. sudah tiga kali mbak Dian ceritain awan indah ini ke aku, dan sudah tiga kali pula aku nangis dan merinding..&lt;br /&gt;Subhanallah.. Alhamdulillah.. makasih banyak ya mbak.. ditunggu terus cerita2 yang lain ya mbak.. :)&lt;br /&gt;Semoga Allah selalu memenuhi hati kita dengan rasa syukur.. menjadikan hati kita seluas langit.. dan menghiasi hidup kita dengan keindahan iman.. amin.&lt;br /&gt;luv u mbak.. ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="comment_81859441257_81859441257_1369177" class="wallpost"&gt;&lt;div class="wallimage"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1305009060" title="Tri Joeswa Soewadi"&gt;&lt;span class="UIRoundedImage UIRoundedImage_GIRLIE UIRoundedImage_SMALL"&gt;&lt;img src="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/profile6/326/117/q1305009060_4894.jpg" alt="Tri Joeswa Soewadi" class="UIRoundedImage_Image" /&gt;&lt;span class="UIRoundedImage_Corners"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="wallcontent" id="comment_box_81859441257_81859441257_1369177"&gt;&lt;div class="wallfrom"&gt;&lt;a onclick="'remove_feed_comment_dialog(" class="x_to_hide" title="Click here to remove this comment"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="wallmeta"&gt; at 11:03 on 11 April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="wallcredits"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="walltext"&gt;&lt;div id="text_expose_id_49ea7500275f42644184701" class="wall_actual_text"&gt;Tuh khan...kalo mbak tristi...banyak berbagi...banyak teman yang bisa belajar dari semuanya ini...saya yakin ini semua akan bermanfaat bagi teman2 yang telah membaca tulisan mbak tristi...ditunggu2 teramat sangat cerita yang lain mbak...sukses selalu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="comment_81859441257_81859441257_1369450" class="wallpost"&gt;&lt;div class="wallimage"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1078582594" title="Tristiningsih Dian Ekoputri Sastrodarmodjo"&gt;&lt;span class="UIRoundedImage UIRoundedImage_GIRLIE UIRoundedImage_SMALL"&gt;&lt;img src="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/v225/372/30/q1078582594_2230.jpg" alt="Tristiningsih Dian Ekoputri Sastrodarmodjo" class="UIRoundedImage_Image" /&gt;&lt;span class="UIRoundedImage_Corners"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="wallcontent" id="comment_box_81859441257_81859441257_1369450"&gt;&lt;div class="wallfrom"&gt;&lt;a onclick="'remove_feed_comment_dialog(" class="x_to_hide" title="Click here to remove this comment"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="wallmeta"&gt; at 11:48 on 11 April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="wallcredits"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="walltext"&gt;&lt;div id="text_expose_id_49ea750027eff8937037712" class="wall_actual_text"&gt;@Joeswa: Nulis nya nunggu klik "ngeh" mode "on" nya dulu, pak. Sekarang rasanya tiap lihat langit rasanya seperti Allah itu merangkul saya dengan seluas dan segenap langit yang ada.&lt;br /&gt;@Widya: iya, jadi ingat yang waktu aku cerita ke Widya di laboratorium Paramita itu, kita nangis bareng bertiga. Cuek aja dilihatin orang. :) Amin untuk doa nya, juga untuk semua pejuang ikhlas dan semua manusia yang ada di bumi ini....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="comment_81859441257_81859441257_1370486" class="wallpost"&gt;&lt;div class="wallimage"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1445474859" title="Muhammad Yusuf"&gt;&lt;span class="UIRoundedImage UIRoundedImage_GIRLIE UIRoundedImage_SMALL"&gt;&lt;img src="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/v230/1425/78/q1445474859_439.jpg" alt="Muhammad Yusuf" class="UIRoundedImage_Image" /&gt;&lt;span class="UIRoundedImage_Corners"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="wallcontent" id="comment_box_81859441257_81859441257_1370486"&gt;&lt;div class="wallfrom"&gt;&lt;a onclick="'remove_feed_comment_dialog(" class="x_to_hide" title="Click here to remove this comment"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="wallmeta"&gt; at 15:53 on 11 April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="wallcredits"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="walltext"&gt;&lt;div id="text_expose_id_49ea750029c7d2451777987" class="wall_actual_text"&gt;Subhanallah.. kpn hari mas tri pernah cerita ttg hal ini dan baru skr sy ngeh kl itu storynya mbak dian.. selamat ya mbak.. sy terharu dengan kisah mbak.sangat inspiratif dan menyentuh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="comment_81859441257_81859441257_1389951" class="wallpost"&gt;&lt;div class="wallimage"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1567243794" title="Dewi Kurnia"&gt;&lt;span class="UIRoundedImage UIRoundedImage_GIRLIE UIRoundedImage_SMALL"&gt;&lt;img src="http://profile.ak.facebook.com/v225/510/18/q1567243794_9991.jpg" alt="Dewi Kurnia" class="UIRoundedImage_Image" /&gt;&lt;span class="UIRoundedImage_Corners"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="wallfrom"&gt;&lt;a onclick="'remove_feed_comment_dialog(" class="x_to_hide" title="Click here to remove this comment"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="wallmeta"&gt;at 10:46 on 13 April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="wallcredits"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="wallcontent" id="comment_box_81859441257_81859441257_1389951"&gt;&lt;div id="text_expose_id_49ea75002b1376b50707386" class="wall_actual_text"&gt;&lt;a onclick="'remove_feed_comment_dialog(" class="x_to_hide" title="Click here to remove this comment"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="wallmeta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Subhanallah....La'illahail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;allah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input name="charset_test" value="€,´,€,´,水,Д,Є" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input id="fb_dtsg" name="fb_dtsg" value="7KEg6jFis85nXCIzR72xSpOzRK4" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input id="post_form_id" name="post_form_id" value="47594ea8ace52437a7e5a2b8a8c6480b" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div class="wallcommentbox clearfix" 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SepxbIuGuGI/AAAAAAAAAj8/RAl4ygJwSKk/s72-c/Picture+141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-6523300231016302442</id><published>2009-03-15T12:17:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T12:36:50.615+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My thought'/><title type='text'>Can not stop my tear down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;can not stop my tear down while I am writing this notes. I am releasing my self to accept everything happen in my life. I am so grateful that I am still alive. I do I am... I can feel the wind blows at me and bring a good news, that winds is always accompany me, where ever I am. A nature is always speak to me, even a cloud can be form of something that entertain me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy, that because I ever have a cancer, I can be a motivator to others. Cancer will make you have another new life. I am so happy that I do not have to go to surgery...I am one of a lot of people that always lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear God, thank you for everything happen in my life. I am sorry if I ever thought a bad things of everything happen in my life. Every thing happen for a purpose. I love you, my dear God. Alhamdulillah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see in sky that every wish I have come true. Amein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-6523300231016302442?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/6523300231016302442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=6523300231016302442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/6523300231016302442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/6523300231016302442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2009/03/can-not-stop-my-tear-down.html' title='Can not stop my tear down'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-8953013385031064284</id><published>2009-02-08T19:21:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T19:46:16.554+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My thought'/><title type='text'>Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;t is rain. Not only one time today. But several times. I saw a sky... gray cloud pass. I also saw a thunder. Few minute later... rain is stop. Sky is become a little bit blue.. then a bird pass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I learn from that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand something. I understand the reason why every time I see a sky, there always a peaceful. It is because the nature of the sky. Sky always accept everything which pass it. Sky can accept meteor, although it is hurt. Sky can accept a beautiful thing like bird, it is also can accept a blue cloud, even a gray cloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human can feel peaceful if they learn from sky. Even can make happy for others. I take a deep breath... imagine all my problems, then switch my mind, my feeling and my soul into a sky...so peaceful...Be a sky not a cloud..and be happy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you my dear God for this lesson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-8953013385031064284?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/8953013385031064284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=8953013385031064284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/8953013385031064284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/8953013385031064284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2009/02/sky.html' title='Sky'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-4259668179450498532</id><published>2008-12-21T21:10:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T21:25:46.730+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My thought'/><title type='text'>Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ast Saturday I bought a book. One of them is telling about how to face a death. Yes.. death is something that will come to everybody, but never know when. Many example has come to my life. Death do not come only to old people. So, everybody have to prepare of their own death. As I learn...I know that we are need each other. Fill your life with a meaning things. A small thing can have a deep meaning to others... even for a little smile. As Eric Neyndorf, my second father said to me: the world is like a mirror, if you smile to the world, it will smile back to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to have every second of my life as a meaning to others. Never know for tomorrow. Do your best for this second. Never know what will happen for next second. Even.. I do not know whether I can still write this blog tomorrow....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything we have in this world is a beautiful things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-4259668179450498532?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/4259668179450498532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=4259668179450498532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/4259668179450498532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/4259668179450498532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/12/death.html' title='Death'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-4157438590516747241</id><published>2008-12-21T14:20:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T14:29:18.356+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My thought'/><title type='text'>Forgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;en more day, it will be a beginning year. What have I done for a whole year? Is it an improvement from the previous year? Is it a cutback from previous year? mmm I do not know exactly. I do not want to look back. I want to see what can I do for today. I never know what happen tomorrow. I have forgive every person who make me sad, who offend me, who make me angry.. since all of it make me realize of life. Nothing is perfect, except you consider that everything is already perfect. But actually, life has already perfect and balance. Agree?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-4157438590516747241?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/4157438590516747241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=4157438590516747241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/4157438590516747241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/4157438590516747241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/12/forgiving.html' title='Forgiving'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-461431842191457736</id><published>2008-12-21T12:48:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T13:24:58.033+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My thought'/><title type='text'>life like ants</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;W&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;e can learn about life from everywhere. Today I saw an ants. They walk marcher cross door. Few of them accidentally die because tread by people foot. The rest are moving their friend body, and the rest keep walking. They know that they never know when they will die. Nobody know about death. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lesson that I have from ants: life like ants. Keep moving in life, even there is a risk in front of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-461431842191457736?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/461431842191457736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=461431842191457736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/461431842191457736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/461431842191457736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/12/life-like-ants.html' title='life like ants'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-7098041544887965511</id><published>2008-12-20T20:11:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T20:16:57.684+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My thought'/><title type='text'>Misunderstanding</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;realize, that misunderstanding can be happen. It can make not comfortable things. But despite seen misunderstanding as something that annoying, it is better seen misunderstanding as the way to more understand about another person. Try to understand others rather than being understood by other. Face the misunderstanding as a lesson of life. It can make you mature. I do not say that it is easy. Just accept it. It will feel more better. It is a process that you can proceed in your life. Life is beautiful if we seen as a beautiful things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-7098041544887965511?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/7098041544887965511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=7098041544887965511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/7098041544887965511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/7098041544887965511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/12/misunderstanding.html' title='Misunderstanding'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-2879746352607452107</id><published>2008-12-20T19:55:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T20:11:19.726+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My thought'/><title type='text'>Today I am crying</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;do not mean to be too sensitive. But, this evening I am crying. It is not because a sad thing. It is because I am thankful because I still have a chance to life.  I still can breath, I still can walk, I still can read, I still can write, even more.. I still can motivate my other friend who got cancer. At least they can see an example from my being. I can pass it, it mean they are also have same opportunity. It mean that I still can give a value to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a beautiful life I have. I believe that destination of life is important, but in life...a journey of life is meaningful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-2879746352607452107?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/2879746352607452107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=2879746352607452107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/2879746352607452107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/2879746352607452107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/12/today-i-am-crying.html' title='Today I am crying'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-7343966446917678774</id><published>2008-12-20T07:13:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T07:25:59.549+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Acceptance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;eing life is a priceless gift. Being life mean that there is something that we can do in this world. Complaining of problem we have will make the problem look heavier. A mature person can be seen on how he/she handle the problem. Will they blame other person or look for the solutions. Anger, as I know, never give solution. It is only give another problem. It can make bad relationship to other human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accept of every problem we have, it is more better. If we calm, there is always a solution for that. But the first thing is... accept the condition, no matter it is. If we can accept the good thing in our life, we can do the same thing in bad thing. There is always something behind it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-7343966446917678774?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/7343966446917678774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=7343966446917678774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/7343966446917678774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/7343966446917678774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/12/acceptance.html' title='Acceptance'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-414577502442832545</id><published>2008-12-19T21:19:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T07:30:15.605+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My thought'/><title type='text'>Do a good thing because I want to</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;f I want to do a good thing to other people, I learn that just do because you want to do it. Never think of their reaction. If we are hope that we are deserve to have a good thing because of that, and we have not have it... we can be stress because of that. Not only stress, but we can be also sad. Sometimes the reaction is not like we are expecting, but let it be... Time will tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-414577502442832545?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/414577502442832545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=414577502442832545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/414577502442832545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/414577502442832545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/12/being-good-is-because-i-want-to-be.html' title='Do a good thing because I want to'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-3618826411446399569</id><published>2008-12-19T21:08:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T21:19:34.463+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My thought'/><title type='text'>Will you fight back?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;W&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;e never know when we receive a bad reaction from some body else. Deep in my mind, sometimes I feel sad. Another part of my mind I want to fight back. Even in another part, do not want to fight back. Re thinking all of it.. I am glad that I choose not to fight. I consider that it is a lesson of life for me. Just let it me. Thank you for all bad things, bad emotion pointed to me. If I can accept a good thing, I can accept the bad things to. Just change the point of view, then everything will seen beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-3618826411446399569?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/3618826411446399569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=3618826411446399569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/3618826411446399569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/3618826411446399569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/12/will-you-fight-back.html' title='Will you fight back?'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-6491554461940725392</id><published>2008-12-19T20:23:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T13:32:09.340+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My thought'/><title type='text'>When should you resign from your job?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;have read many article of when you should resign from your job. Most of them are explaining about reason because not happy of working place and working atmosphere. One of my friend said that there are 4 reason to resign: salary is too small, no more challenge, career and dedication to working place. It might be true. But I have different opinion. Salary too small.. mmm I still can consider, since there is no exact amount of enough salary... no more challenge... might be also. Ah.. I think 4 of them can became a reason to resign. I think I will add 4 more reasons, which for me more important. &lt;br /&gt;1. Because of health, since health can not be bought by money&lt;br /&gt;2. Family need you, since family is also can not be bought by money&lt;br /&gt;3. Your boss have ever think to find another one, since there is no guarantee that next time they will not do it. Even there is also a possibility that it is only because want to know your being. But for me, I will give things that I possible to give to company, as long as they need. But happiness is important. If the company think more happy without you in the company, although many way have done to it. It will make a question mark. &lt;br /&gt;4. Pride, since it is also can not be bought by money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, regardless my friend opinion, I more consider to a priceless things. Sometimes, even an employee have give a dedication... but it can be not enough. Never been enough.  Do you happy working in your work place? Do company want you? The answers is in your heart. Life must go on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-6491554461940725392?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/6491554461940725392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=6491554461940725392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/6491554461940725392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/6491554461940725392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-should-you-resign-from-your-job.html' title='When should you resign from your job?'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-8522052134967320210</id><published>2008-12-02T08:12:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T08:18:36.312+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things happen'/><title type='text'>Marjolein Bastin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;W&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ah... I just found out that Marjolein bastin have own sites. Since I am one of her fans. Her painting is so good. Everytime I read Libelle magazine, the first page that In wanna see is Marjolein Bastin page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy to see her site. I even have one ceramic paint by Marjolein Bastin. It is a gift from my friend, Jolanda Versteeg. I just wonder how is she going now.. It has been quiet long time since I do not see her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-8522052134967320210?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/8522052134967320210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=8522052134967320210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/8522052134967320210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/8522052134967320210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/12/marjolein-bastin.html' title='Marjolein Bastin'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-554096757910099467</id><published>2008-11-23T20:04:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T20:45:47.062+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My grateful'/><title type='text'>Relaxing mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SSldCO3iFrI/AAAAAAAAAh8/7c5KF1WW5P4/s1600-h/montupa+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SSldCO3iFrI/AAAAAAAAAh8/7c5KF1WW5P4/s320/montupa+094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271847131746014898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;esterday, I went to a small village, 60 minute from my home. My friend want me to go there to see a nature view. It is indeed.. a very good view to see. Sky is so blue and high... the land is so green... the air is so fresh..I can feel the water flow in my leg...hmmm what a nice experience of me. There is always some thing that we can grateful on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that everything I have is so great. Every problem I have is gone. Because I can have everything in my mind and heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-554096757910099467?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/554096757910099467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=554096757910099467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/554096757910099467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/554096757910099467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/11/relaxing-mind.html' title='Relaxing mind'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SSldCO3iFrI/AAAAAAAAAh8/7c5KF1WW5P4/s72-c/montupa+094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-1332190659495558899</id><published>2008-11-09T09:15:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T09:39:30.579+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My thought'/><title type='text'>Fighting against pain?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ain.. there is no one who want to have it. After I have a pain.. to tell the truth.. I have a moment which really make me fell up and down. But return back to choices.. I have a choices to see it in a different way. If I see the pain as a pain, yes.. it is pain. But I choose to see the pain as the way for me to see life in different point of view, I think.. pain is a way to go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no other way to fight against a pain despite of fight against ourself. Because if I still can live, there is nothing to complaint. In other word, just accept your pain, and do what you can do. Everything in life is always have a pair. A pair for a pain is something that can make you cure. I believe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-1332190659495558899?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/1332190659495558899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=1332190659495558899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/1332190659495558899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/1332190659495558899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/11/fighting-against-pain.html' title='Fighting against pain?'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-5453119358405416086</id><published>2008-11-09T08:56:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T09:14:37.845+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things happen'/><title type='text'>Being Betrayed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;n friday night, I got a phone call from my friend. She said that her husband have another wife and 2 children in Germany. That time, she was still in a feeling between believe and not believe. Since she have not got a confirmation that she is really betrayed by her husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minute later, she called me again. I still can remember her screaming voice in my ear. She said that her husband admit that it was true and it is an accident. Accident... but he have 2 children from her Germany wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I write this.. I am still speechless..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-5453119358405416086?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/5453119358405416086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=5453119358405416086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/5453119358405416086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/5453119358405416086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/11/being-betrayed.html' title='Being Betrayed'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-7796657901229903552</id><published>2008-11-02T18:42:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T19:01:40.444+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My thought'/><title type='text'>suatu pelajaran dari pengemis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;eminggu lalu, sebelum berangkat ke kantor, aku lihat ada 2 pengemis. Yang seorang umurnya mungkin sekitar 30 an. (maaf) dia tidak bisa menutup mulutnya, sehingga air liur nya kemana-mana. Tapi dia tetap menebar senyum ke orang yang melihatnya. di belakang nya ada seorang tua yang buta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hati ini rasanya bergetar melihat mereka berdua. Sulit diucapkan dengan kata-kata. Tapi melihat mereka, ada sesuatu yang membuatku ingat pada Mu. &lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah, betapa sempurna nya Diri-Mu mengatur semua nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suatu contoh yang nyata, pentingnya bekerja sama antar manusia. Karena Kau menciptakan manusia untuk saling melengkapi. Kekurangan satu orang akan ditutup oleh kelebihan orang lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-7796657901229903552?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/7796657901229903552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=7796657901229903552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/7796657901229903552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/7796657901229903552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/11/suatu-pelajaran-dari-pengemis.html' title='suatu pelajaran dari pengemis'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-197996440375390573</id><published>2008-11-02T14:13:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T14:37:19.511+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My thought'/><title type='text'>tired is not always bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ast week, I was shopping for a week groceries at Giant Supermarket. After I finish, I saw my favorite snoep (wuah.. I do not know how to say in english, so I wrote in dutch...). Then I bought it and I just eat it in front of the sales. Not for long, somebody, a donut baker, ask me a question. "Mam, you can sit down in those chair enjoy your snoep, and you won't be tired"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said to her, no thank you. But I enjoy stand here. I do not feel tired.&lt;br /&gt;It is because I ever feel sitting in very long time in wheel chair. So I am enjoying stand up in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While my leg is still normal, I never realize that being standing for a long time is nice. I am always complaint, how tired I am do so. But after I can not stand for a few month, I realize... that stand in my own leg.. although it is long and make tired.. it is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It make me remember about a sentence: human is always realize something good after they have experience loosing it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-197996440375390573?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/197996440375390573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=197996440375390573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/197996440375390573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/197996440375390573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/11/tired-is-not-always-bad.html' title='tired is not always bad'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-7411475606661579746</id><published>2008-10-04T11:40:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T12:42:13.249+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My comment'/><title type='text'>Ingat lah untuk berkata "cukup"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;amadhan kemaren aku pergi buka puasa sampai sholat tarawih ke masjid agung. Pengunjung yang tarawih di malam minggu ini lumayan banyak, menjadikan pedagang di sekitar masjid agung juga ketiban rejeki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waktu lagi ngatri beli es juice anggur... ada pengemis tua lewat. dia setua bibi yang pernah kerja di rumah ku, yang sudah pensiun, setelah 40 tahun bekerja ikut ibu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di tangan ada uang 1000, tanpa mikir panjang, uang itu aku berikan ke pengemis tua itu. Dia mengucapkan terima kasih, dan pergi beberapa langkah. Ternyata dia menghitung uang yang dia peroleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nda tau kenapa, aku sangat tertarik dengan nenek tua ini. Aku jalan mendekati dia, aku tanya, bu... ibu mau es juice? saya belikan, ya? Jawabannya bikin aku kaget. "Nda usah, nak... hari ini uang yang ibu dapat sudah cukup. kalo anak ketemu pengemis lain, berikan untuk dia saja. Saya punya air putih di dalam tas saya. Subhanallah... ibu tua ini menolak pemberian karena dia merasa cukup..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelajaran yang aku dapat, berani lah berkata cukup atas apapun yang kamu dapat. Terlintas di pikiran ku. Berapa banyak orang yang berani menolak dengan berkata cukup atas pemberian, dan masih tetap berpikir untuk berbagi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-7411475606661579746?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/7411475606661579746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=7411475606661579746' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/7411475606661579746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/7411475606661579746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/10/ingat-lah-untuk-berkata-cukup.html' title='Ingat lah untuk berkata &quot;cukup&quot;'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-3224521965297703401</id><published>2008-10-04T10:17:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T11:40:13.079+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My comment'/><title type='text'>While I heard "enough"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;n one night, in Ramadhan month, I have a lesson from a beggar.&lt;br /&gt;That time I was sit in some juice stall near street. Then come a beggar ask something to me. She is very old, with her gray hair. She stand for a few minute, waiting people who willing to give her money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave her 1000 rupiahs to her hand. Then she move it to her cloth. She remind me about my old maid who have retired. She gave me her smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The juice seller called me, she said that my order is finish. I still saw the old beggar around, and she count on her money. I walk to her. I asked, mam... do you want a glass of juice. I want to buy you one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said... no thank you... I have enough for tonight. please give it to other beggar if you can meet another. I have a glass of water with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear God, by this old woman, you teach me how to say enough. While in other places I often hear people say that everything in their life is not enough. They are still want more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-3224521965297703401?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/3224521965297703401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=3224521965297703401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/3224521965297703401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/3224521965297703401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/10/while-i-heard-enough.html' title='While I heard &quot;enough&quot;'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-1946629785543934891</id><published>2008-09-21T21:07:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T21:29:04.372+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things happen'/><title type='text'>Trying to be back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;have not written in my blog such a long time. I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many things happen.&lt;br /&gt;1. frequency of practising my leg getting more often&lt;br /&gt;2. preparation of ramadhan&lt;br /&gt;3. I am busy with my italian book&lt;br /&gt;4. I am trying to get back my Japanese and Netherland languanges&lt;br /&gt;5. I do not have time to upload picture&lt;br /&gt;6. I am to tired after many activity, it make me became a sleeping beauty (at least still beauty....)ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But inspite all of it, I miss writing here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-1946629785543934891?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/1946629785543934891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=1946629785543934891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/1946629785543934891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/1946629785543934891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/09/trying-to-be-back.html' title='Trying to be back'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-1243648950398048886</id><published>2008-08-18T11:22:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T11:26:34.873+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things happen'/><title type='text'>Adesso Tu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;I  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;like this lyric very much. Remind me of something. Thank you for my friend in Italia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nato ai bordi di periferia&lt;br /&gt;Dove i tram non vanno avanti più&lt;br /&gt;Dove l´aria è popolare&lt;br /&gt;È più facile sognare&lt;br /&gt;Che guardare in faccia la realtà...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanta gente giovane va viaA cercare più di quel che ha&lt;br /&gt;Forse perché i pugni presi&lt;br /&gt;A nessuno li ha mai resi&lt;br /&gt;E dentro fanno male ancor di più&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed ho imparato che nella vita&lt;br /&gt;Nessuno mai ci da di più&lt;br /&gt;Ma qaunto fiato quanta salita&lt;br /&gt;Andare avanti senza voltarsi mai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ci sei adesso tu&lt;br /&gt;A dare un senso ai giorni miei&lt;br /&gt;Va tutto bene dal momento che ci sei&lt;br /&gt;Adesso tu&lt;br /&gt;Ma non dimentico&lt;br /&gt;Tutti gli amici miei&lt;br /&gt;Che sono ancora là...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ci si trova sempre più soli&lt;br /&gt;A questa età non sai...non sai&lt;br /&gt;Ma quante corse ma quanti voli&lt;br /&gt;Andare avanti senz´arrivare mai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ci sei adesso tu&lt;br /&gt;Al centro dei pensieri miei&lt;br /&gt;La parte interna dei respiri tu sarai&lt;br /&gt;La volontàChe non si limita&lt;br /&gt;Tu che per me sei già&lt;br /&gt;Una rinvicita...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adesso sai chi è&lt;br /&gt;Quell´uomo che c´è in me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nato ai bordi di periferia&lt;br /&gt;Dove non ci torna quasi più&lt;br /&gt;Resta il vento che ho lasciato&lt;br /&gt;Come un treno già passato&lt;br /&gt;Oggi che mi sei accanto&lt;br /&gt;Oggi che si sei soltanto&lt;br /&gt;Oggi che ci sei...&lt;br /&gt;Adesso tu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-1243648950398048886?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/1243648950398048886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=1243648950398048886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/1243648950398048886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/1243648950398048886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/08/adesso-tu.html' title='Adesso Tu'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-2417930524615361621</id><published>2008-08-17T17:46:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T18:11:07.164+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things happen'/><title type='text'>I am praying</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ismillahirahmanirrahim. Allahumma shalli alaa Muhammadin wa aali Muhammadin. Ya Allah yang hidup abadi, aku mohon pertolongan lewat rahmat mu, perbaiki segala urusan ku, jangan biarkan nafsu ku menguasai ku. Ya Allah yang hidup abadi, jangan biarkan juga aku terlalu cenderung pada diriku sendiri, meskipun sebentar. Ya Allah yang paling mengasihi setiap orang yang meminta kasih sayang Nya. Ya Allah pelepas derita orang yang meminta, wahai Dzat yang Terbaik yang ditakuti malaikat dengan cahaya Nya, aku memohon pada Mu lewat nama yang disebut pemikul arassy Mu waktu menyeru Mu, yang disebut makhluk disekitar arassy Mu dengan cahaya Mu, yang mereka bertasbih dan berguncang karena takut siksa Mu. Melalui asma yang disebut jibril, Mikail dan ISrafil. Melalui semua nama itu, Engkau perkenankan permohonan ku, lepaskan kesulitan ku. hapuskan dosaku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah, yang memerintahkan sebuah teriakan pada seluruh makhluk Nya, dan mereka dihidupkan kembali dalama keadaan utuh. Dengan nama itu Engkau hidupkan tulang-tulang yang berserakan. Hidupkan hatiku, lapangkan dadaku dan selesaikan urusan ku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah yang mengistimewakan diri Nya dengan keabadian dan menciptakan untuk semua makhluk Nya kematian, kehidupan dan kemusnahan. Ya Allah yang perbuatan Nya adalah firman Nya dan perintah Nya berlaku bagi siap yang Dia kehendaki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah, aku memohon melalui nama yang diseru kekasih Mu ketika dia dilemparkan ke dalam api dan waktu dia berdoa dengan nama itu, Engkau menyahuti nya dengan berkata "Wahai api, jadilah kamu dingin dan takluk lah pada Ibrahim. Aku memohon melalui nama yang diseru Musa dari balik bukit dan Engkau menjawab doanya. Aku memohon Mu melalui nama yang dengannya Engkau ciptakan Isa dari Roh kudus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah, aku memohon Mu melalui nama yang dengan nya Engkau anugrahkan Yahya pada ZAkariya, melalui nama yang dengan nya Engkau lepaskan Ayyub, melalui namanya Engkau ampuni Daud dan engkau gerakkan angin atas perintah Sulaiman, melalui nama yang dengan nya Engkau pahamkan bahasa burung pada nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku memohon Mu melalui nama yang dengan nya engkau ciptakan Arrasy melalui nama yang dengannya Engkau ciptakan didalamnya makhluk ruhani, melalui nama yang dengan nya Engkau ciptakan jin dan manusia dan melalui namanya yang dengan nya Engkau ciptakan semua makhluk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku memohon Mu melalui nama yang dengan nya Engkau ciptakan setiap yang Engkau kehendaki, melalui nama yang dengannya Engkau takar kadar segala sesuatu. Aku memohon Mu demi hak semua nama ini, kabulkan permohonanku dan cukupilah kebutuhan ku, wahai Yang Maha Pemurah. Engkau yang paling tahu apa yang terbaik untuk ku. Amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-2417930524615361621?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/2417930524615361621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=2417930524615361621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/2417930524615361621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/2417930524615361621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-am-praying.html' title='I am praying'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-4178283926001107407</id><published>2008-08-13T20:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T20:15:38.762+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things happen'/><title type='text'>Piye ya?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;on ho un'idea. Che cosa devo fare? Se ho detto questo accada a causa di uno di noi, può ottenere la punizione dal nostro capo. Ma se mantenere il silenzio, capo penserà che l'errore è venuto da me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nel reparto acquisti, fanno di errore sbagliato. E 'il mio flusso di cassa mess. In magazzino, fanno registrare sbagliato. Non voglio spiegare di più. Dal momento che tutto ciò che spiegare, farà alcuna differenza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-4178283926001107407?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/4178283926001107407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=4178283926001107407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/4178283926001107407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/4178283926001107407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/08/piye-ya.html' title='Piye ya?'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-352279460345224679</id><published>2008-08-10T20:24:00.035+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T19:35:48.898+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My community'/><title type='text'>Be yourself.... merdeka!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SJ7tjyq_TfI/AAAAAAAAAT4/aCAYaDZWtt4/s1600-h/DSC00887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232881016204381682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SJ7tjyq_TfI/AAAAAAAAAT4/aCAYaDZWtt4/s320/DSC00887.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tanggal 10 Desember 2008, mana nih orang2? Wah aku datang kepagian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SJ7uepzEduI/AAAAAAAAAUA/4WWvkmmV19U/s1600-h/DSC00957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232882027434637026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SJ7uepzEduI/AAAAAAAAAUA/4WWvkmmV19U/s320/DSC00957.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Spanduk sumbangan dari mba Luluk, yang berhasil kita pasang. Weh, lumayan keringetan deh. Tapi akhirnya setelah dipindah2 ada 3 kali pindah, berhasil nemu juga tempat yang pas untuk pasang spanduk. Terima kasih spanduk nya, mba Luluk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SJ70MqoBhII/AAAAAAAAAUg/q2GGlIO9Hjo/s1600-h/DSC00901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232888315488863362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SJ70MqoBhII/AAAAAAAAAUg/q2GGlIO9Hjo/s320/DSC00901.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tumpukan doorprize, terima kasih juga buat Mba Eli Philips dari Australia yang sudah nyumbang doorprize. Yah.. biar aku nda dapat doorprize dari mba Eli, tapi kopdar kali ini, semua yang datang dapat, euy. Tanpa terkecuali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SJ7yVx1_feI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ShgFm0CZ7KU/s1600-h/DSC00896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232886273022066146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SJ7yVx1_feI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ShgFm0CZ7KU/s320/DSC00896.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kado untuk acara tukeran kado yang dibawa teman2. Ada juga yang besar.... apa ya isi nya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SKRAuxd39RI/AAAAAAAAAWA/xhc1K1Ib-hg/s1600-h/GOODY+BAG-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234379839208158482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SKRAuxd39RI/AAAAAAAAAWA/xhc1K1Ib-hg/s320/GOODY+BAG-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Terima kasih sumbangan sponsor... kok tahu aku belum pernah makan soyjoy... jadi ketagihan nih... ketagihan dapat sponsor dari soyjoy maksud nya. he he he :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SJ7xT4D9TvI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/1IPLjSwC404/s1600-h/DSC00892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232885140819889906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SJ7xT4D9TvI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/1IPLjSwC404/s320/DSC00892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dr. Marina Harun, lagi menjelaskan tentang seputar kanker serviks. Ini nih yang dicalonkan pesaing berat Luna Maya. Mba Luna Maya....datang dong ke kopdar Surabaya... ada saudara kembar nya lo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SKRAZo0PzvI/AAAAAAAAAV4/yCyc-F26oA4/s1600-h/INFO+KANKER+SERVIKS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234379476108824306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SKRAZo0PzvI/AAAAAAAAAV4/yCyc-F26oA4/s320/INFO+KANKER+SERVIKS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Temen2 yang lagi serius dengerin tentang kanker serviks. Saya pribadi baru tahu kalo kanker serviks itu bisa karena pasangan kita yang suka "jajan" dengan perempuan lain dimana2. Sempat terdengar komentar temen2, mendingan cari pasangan yang takut Tuhan.. wah itu sepertinya betul banget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SJ74zGverqI/AAAAAAAAAUw/Sir5SJEHv9g/s1600-h/DSC00900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232893373917867682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SJ74zGverqI/AAAAAAAAAUw/Sir5SJEHv9g/s320/DSC00900.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang pada serius lihat info kanker serviks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SJ751O0IqnI/AAAAAAAAAU4/f-Wya1wUTS8/s1600-h/DSC00904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232894509956246130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SJ751O0IqnI/AAAAAAAAAU4/f-Wya1wUTS8/s320/DSC00904.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pemenang kuis kanker serviks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SJ77qnWsK0I/AAAAAAAAAVA/npMFEixHHZ8/s1600-h/DSC00906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232896526588324674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SJ77qnWsK0I/AAAAAAAAAVA/npMFEixHHZ8/s320/DSC00906.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Goyang gergaji...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SKRB02F2ErI/AAAAAAAAAWo/GWjmNsWg3jI/s1600-h/GIFT-SALTUM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234381043040391858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SKRB02F2ErI/AAAAAAAAAWo/GWjmNsWg3jI/s320/GIFT-SALTUM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pemenang lomba goyang ada;ah....Yak.... Mama rere yang goyang nya paling heboh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Biar saltum juga dapat hadiah, lo... jangan salah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SJ73JwxuMzI/AAAAAAAAAUo/qBM9TREOm_E/s1600-h/DSC00917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232891564135428914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SJ73JwxuMzI/AAAAAAAAAUo/qBM9TREOm_E/s320/DSC00917.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Doorprize... doorprize...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SKRBqZ3IzAI/AAAAAAAAAWg/b3_ziNpkFII/s1600-h/GIFT-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234380863663819778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SKRBqZ3IzAI/AAAAAAAAAWg/b3_ziNpkFII/s320/GIFT-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doorprize bertaburan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SKRBeGPUAOI/AAAAAAAAAWY/YEQAAdOsmiE/s1600-h/fun-games+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234380652238078178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SKRBeGPUAOI/AAAAAAAAAWY/YEQAAdOsmiE/s320/fun-games+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lomba joget yuk.. yuk.. dewi persik mah... lewat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SKRBUzOmsGI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/RxOdFqUow8g/s1600-h/fun+games-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234380492516012130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SKRBUzOmsGI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/RxOdFqUow8g/s320/fun+games-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang ini aku lupa lomba apa. Apa test drive rexona???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SKRA7LPlN3I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JamTY_LTLQ4/s1600-h/GIFT-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234380052285962098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SKRA7LPlN3I/AAAAAAAAAWI/JamTY_LTLQ4/s320/GIFT-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment of truth, acara yang sempat bikin tangis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SKRJvw4FmnI/AAAAAAAAAXA/DpAJ1M8how4/s1600-h/DSC00929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234389751834188402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SKRJvw4FmnI/AAAAAAAAAXA/DpAJ1M8how4/s320/DSC00929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SKRIPFzwcdI/AAAAAAAAAW4/RKAOZuPYLbw/s1600-h/DSC00930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234388091005858258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SKRIPFzwcdI/AAAAAAAAAW4/RKAOZuPYLbw/s320/DSC00930.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SJ8Ene0Vl5I/AAAAAAAAAVw/ACH7UmGo8H0/s1600-h/DSC00928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232906368361797522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SJ8Ene0Vl5I/AAAAAAAAAVw/ACH7UmGo8H0/s320/DSC00928.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meja yang ini kok kayak nya penghuni nya banyak amat, ya? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SJ8CiaDvs0I/AAAAAAAAAVo/BkEpfPiW30c/s1600-h/DSC00927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232904082161644354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SJ8CiaDvs0I/AAAAAAAAAVo/BkEpfPiW30c/s320/DSC00927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kalo meja yang ini, malu2 deh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SJ8Ap4PJZvI/AAAAAAAAAVg/ZXkojH5OTIw/s1600-h/DSC00926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232902011498358514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SJ8Ap4PJZvI/AAAAAAAAAVg/ZXkojH5OTIw/s320/DSC00926.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aku meja nya disini... hiks.. karena kebagian motret, aku sendiri nda ada... huaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SJ7_YaJbsGI/AAAAAAAAAVY/ZlCsk4obzUg/s1600-h/DSC00925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232900611851923554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SJ7_YaJbsGI/AAAAAAAAAVY/ZlCsk4obzUg/s320/DSC00925.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dibanding meja yang lain, meja ini tampak sepi... Tapi sebenernya.. bukan sepi penghuni, tapi makanan nya yang udah habis duluan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SJ7-C6Ni8aI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/ThA2pFalaH4/s1600-h/DSC00924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232899142990360994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SJ7-C6Ni8aI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/ThA2pFalaH4/s320/DSC00924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sssst... aku juga pernah nonggo di meja ini, untuk ngabisin brownies. ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SJ79JDKPbXI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Brh_hjbswAw/s1600-h/DSC00921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232898148960005490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SJ79JDKPbXI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Brh_hjbswAw/s320/DSC00921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mbak Laksmi... selamat ulang tahun...hadiah doorprize nih &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SKRK9_fNd4I/AAAAAAAAAXI/B597VRoevi4/s1600-h/DSC00949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234391095786174338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SKRK9_fNd4I/AAAAAAAAAXI/B597VRoevi4/s320/DSC00949.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Heran deh... yang dapat voucher makan sesuai banget. Perkenalkan... ini dia anggota "the piring club" ha ha ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SKRMHxTBpJI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/F7j7LNDcYkY/s1600-h/DSC00955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234392363287291026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SKRMHxTBpJI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/F7j7LNDcYkY/s320/DSC00955.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat untuk pemenang Doorprize DVD. Sak jane aku yo pengen entuk... Ya bukan aku aja sih yang pengen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SKRHMO6DORI/AAAAAAAAAWw/ccHK182iyh4/s1600-h/DSC00953.jpg-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234386942396938514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SKRHMO6DORI/AAAAAAAAAWw/ccHK182iyh4/s320/DSC00953.jpg-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nomer ku mana.. nomer ku mana???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SKRNPMcxcKI/AAAAAAAAAXY/MPfm7ZQJOio/s1600-h/DSC00956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234393590346641570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SKRNPMcxcKI/AAAAAAAAAXY/MPfm7ZQJOio/s320/DSC00956.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semangat nasionalis... bendera merah putih dimana2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SKROnCScxeI/AAAAAAAAAXg/oKo-YpyIljA/s1600-h/DSC00958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234395099447477730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SKROnCScxeI/AAAAAAAAAXg/oKo-YpyIljA/s320/DSC00958.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Didepan resto. Be Yourself... Merdeka!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SKVpg15utsI/AAAAAAAAAXo/EoET7ZkmXKk/s1600-h/DSC00963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234706154834015938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SKVpg15utsI/AAAAAAAAAXo/EoET7ZkmXKk/s320/DSC00963.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagi nomer hp nya dong... Kayak nya kopdar yang ini kok kurang aja deh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SKVrDzUI_RI/AAAAAAAAAXw/LsZ_sGQLtxE/s1600-h/DSC00965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234707854946532626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SKVrDzUI_RI/AAAAAAAAAXw/LsZ_sGQLtxE/s320/DSC00965.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pertemuan lanjutan anggota "the piring club" ke meja yang lain.. Namanya juga "the piring club" Harus maklum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SKVsiSArtLI/AAAAAAAAAX4/TBizfA9OwwI/s1600-h/DSC00966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234709478094124210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SKVsiSArtLI/AAAAAAAAAX4/TBizfA9OwwI/s320/DSC00966.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat berangkat pulang Jakarta Oma Aning. Wah, oma Aning bergaya pakai selendang ungu dari mba Riris. Matching oma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iring&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-352279460345224679?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/352279460345224679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=352279460345224679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/352279460345224679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/352279460345224679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/08/be-yourself-merdeka.html' title='Be yourself.... merdeka!!!'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SJ7tjyq_TfI/AAAAAAAAAT4/aCAYaDZWtt4/s72-c/DSC00887.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-4630882377830463395</id><published>2008-08-09T23:36:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T23:47:18.725+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things happen'/><title type='text'>Feel hurt?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;W&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hat is the most hurt thing I ever had? It is from being hurt. Moreover if we have done the very best thing for something. But the reaction is blame back or more worse they said that it is a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lie.. something that I do not like. So I am always avoid to do a lie or say a lie. It is not saying that I am a good person. I am also human which also can make mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, this morning... I feel hurt by someone that I respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is also human. But for me, ( I am almost singing Metallica song, the unforgiven)...I think I better stay far and go. I am not interested to fight back, because I know that it is the best thing. I do not want to remember it. I do not want to put too much energy to think about that. So I made this posting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is up to you. End discussion. I release....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-4630882377830463395?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/4630882377830463395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=4630882377830463395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/4630882377830463395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/4630882377830463395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/08/feel-hurt.html' title='Feel hurt?'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-8011537499618342103</id><published>2008-08-09T23:17:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T23:36:46.328+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My comment'/><title type='text'>Intangible asset of your company</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mployee. He/she is an intangible asset. That is only if every boss in the world know about it. I seldom hear from a boss word. He is complain about their employee performance. Well, I think if the boss can not help to improve their employee performance, or more over if employee is resign for any reasons, it means that company can not maintain their intangible asset. If employee turnover frequency high, there will be a big question. what is the real thing inside company? The most things they are concern related to customer, but forgot to maintain employee. They are only thing how to manage employee, but forgot to maintain it. Manage will be success if working together with maintain. While employee start think to resign, then it means company is failed. It is also late respond. If company not aware, they will lost their employee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can say that a company succeed if they can have a good relation between:&lt;br /&gt;1. shareholders&lt;br /&gt;2. Employees&lt;br /&gt;3. Customers&lt;br /&gt;4. suppliers&lt;br /&gt;5. neighborhood&lt;br /&gt;6. environmental&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An employee is one of them. Have you maintain your employee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-8011537499618342103?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/8011537499618342103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=8011537499618342103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/8011537499618342103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/8011537499618342103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/08/intangible-asset-of-your-company.html' title='Intangible asset of your company'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-1843210739594410923</id><published>2008-08-09T14:20:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T14:39:01.545+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things happen'/><title type='text'>I remember..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;oday, 10 August. I remember that last year, in same date. I go to doctor who said to me real condition of my leg. That time I am so sad while seeing my leg. So sad...it made me silence in a week. My mother is also said to me that time, being surgery there will also a risk behind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I am trying to strengthen other people, and it succeed. Also to my self. Sometimes it works, but sometimes not work. Everytime I saw a yard, it is always remind me while I fall into a deep hole. I am trying to forget it. I am trying to strengthen my self. But today...the picture of big hole in yard in front of office, haunted me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scar in my leg will be remnd me everytime, in my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bismillahirahmanirrahim... I know this is the best condition for me. Maybe to make me more patient, or maybe it is a way to make me always remember You, my God. It is remind me that every time I feel sad and alone which no one care, You are always be with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything I have in this world is about relation between me to God and also between me to other people. Since we are not life alone. Everybody can have their own opinion, but I have done my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-1843210739594410923?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/1843210739594410923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=1843210739594410923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/1843210739594410923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/1843210739594410923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-remember.html' title='I remember..'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-5331528669757940098</id><published>2008-08-05T20:41:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T20:42:46.857+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things happen'/><title type='text'>vervelende dingen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;n deze laatste drie dagen, Ik kreeg buikpijn. In de ochtend ga ik veel tijd aan toilet .... aaaaahhh ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ik denk dat bijna te slapen in een toilet. ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gezond is altijd beter dan pijn ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ik kreeg veel miscall terwijl ik slapen. Ik vraag me af, ze voelen zich niet hetzelfde als mij, terwijl ze ziek zijn? Ik heb een goed voornemen terug te bellen, ze gillen op mij omdat ik niet ingaan op de telefoon terwijl ze me bellen. Wat een heel vervelende zaak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-5331528669757940098?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/5331528669757940098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=5331528669757940098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/5331528669757940098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/5331528669757940098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/08/vervelende-dingen.html' title='vervelende dingen'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-14694426561943393</id><published>2008-08-03T18:45:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T20:09:46.351+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Before no time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;read an article in my email. Those make me want to write this. The article tells something about the importance of saying thank you and how we love all of people surround us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people come and goes by in our life.&lt;br /&gt;I can not say one by one to them, since all of them is spread in all of the world. But with this posting, I want to say thank you to all of them and I love all of them because they make my life wonderful. All of you is important and special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankfull to my family, because they love me no matter I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankfull to all my friend that I have, because they are always with me in happy and bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful to all my colleague, because they teach me about life outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful to all my bos I ever had, because I can learn how to became leader and better one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful of happy thing that I have, because I can share the moment to all people around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful of sad and bad thing I have, because I can learn to thankful of happy thing if I have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful to people unknown who I can learn their life, because it can make me wise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-14694426561943393?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/14694426561943393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=14694426561943393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/14694426561943393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/14694426561943393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/08/before-no-time.html' title='Before no time'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-6380468405422745350</id><published>2008-08-03T14:50:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T15:22:49.326+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surabaya'/><title type='text'>Brievenbus?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SJVlBhzDvHI/AAAAAAAAATo/dm0bS4370xY/s1600-h/DSC00722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230197619187498098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SJVlBhzDvHI/AAAAAAAAATo/dm0bS4370xY/s320/DSC00722.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SJVkbv1MrMI/AAAAAAAAATg/_3vgTgJmzZo/s1600-h/DSC00716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230196970119539906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SJVkbv1MrMI/AAAAAAAAATg/_3vgTgJmzZo/s320/DSC00716.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ust wonder.. what is the function of this old yellow thing I see in the street in long time ago. Is is same as something I see in post office? But it is used as electricity panel. Then, stay far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing few things like this in Surabaya, make me feel like in little Netherlands :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-6380468405422745350?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/6380468405422745350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=6380468405422745350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/6380468405422745350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/6380468405422745350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/08/brievenbus.html' title='Brievenbus?'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SJVlBhzDvHI/AAAAAAAAATo/dm0bS4370xY/s72-c/DSC00722.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-1334744671779692002</id><published>2008-08-02T18:45:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T15:20:17.143+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things happen'/><title type='text'>kincir angin (windmolen)?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SJRM5DPZDrI/AAAAAAAAATY/Lzab4IiXBtc/s1600-h/DSC00527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229889610290106034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SJRM5DPZDrI/AAAAAAAAATY/Lzab4IiXBtc/s320/DSC00527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SJRLn0RQncI/AAAAAAAAATQ/wLEFHZ9dPjE/s1600-h/DSC00526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229888214702005698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SJRLn0RQncI/AAAAAAAAATQ/wLEFHZ9dPjE/s320/DSC00526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SJRKAR8sKkI/AAAAAAAAATI/_CnsPRRxer0/s1600-h/DSC00524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229886435962399298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SJRKAR8sKkI/AAAAAAAAATI/_CnsPRRxer0/s320/DSC00524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;W&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hile I am somewhere in Sidoarjo, I saw something interested me. It make me turn right into the place. And I see some nursery. After few minute.. I saw something.. just like windmolen. According what I read somewhere (I forgot where). windmolen is use also in Netherlands, Spain, Canada, America and England. But why windmolen is identic with Netherland? I do not know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with small kite in windmolen... it is in Indonesia :r&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-1334744671779692002?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/1334744671779692002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=1334744671779692002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/1334744671779692002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/1334744671779692002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/08/kincir-angin.html' title='kincir angin (windmolen)?'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SJRM5DPZDrI/AAAAAAAAATY/Lzab4IiXBtc/s72-c/DSC00527.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-3628361654449663119</id><published>2008-08-02T18:41:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T18:45:32.007+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things happen'/><title type='text'>seikhlasnya?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SJRIZgkk-TI/AAAAAAAAATA/vdNqR4inMVg/s1600-h/DSC00529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229884670361270578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SJRIZgkk-TI/AAAAAAAAATA/vdNqR4inMVg/s320/DSC00529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;da keber barber shop. yang bikin tertarik ambil foto nya soalnya tarif pijat seikhlasnya?.. wah.. kira2 berapa ya? Mana aja jasa cukur kumis atau jenggot? Wah.. baru tahu nih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-3628361654449663119?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/3628361654449663119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=3628361654449663119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/3628361654449663119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/3628361654449663119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/08/seikhlasnya.html' title='seikhlasnya?'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SJRIZgkk-TI/AAAAAAAAATA/vdNqR4inMVg/s72-c/DSC00529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-3022770933668854637</id><published>2008-07-19T23:04:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T23:13:15.522+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things happen'/><title type='text'>Mijn verjaardag</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;andaag is mijn verjaardag! Getting older. I got a lot of visit from my family, and also a lot of food. Forget about diet. he he he. Forgot my fever for a while. I am also going to orphan plece near my home. I am so gratefull that I am still have a life and I can give something to other who need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing their smile while they receive a new cloth make me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother cook me a special rice for a special day with my favorite omelette cheese. Yummy.... heeeelijk lekker....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-3022770933668854637?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/3022770933668854637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=3022770933668854637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/3022770933668854637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/3022770933668854637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/07/mijn-verjaardag.html' title='Mijn verjaardag'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-8602039533264012296</id><published>2008-07-13T12:17:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T12:35:10.910+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My grateful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My thought'/><title type='text'>learn from around</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;o we ever learn from around? I mean not by school, but everything around us. &lt;br /&gt;For example. air, water and sun. Do we ever say thank you and gratefull of air, water and sun? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;warm is come from sun who burn itself. The warm feeling we have is free. no charge. many people in cold area have to pay much money to go to warm place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air is free. Many sick people in hospital have to pay to have oxigen, and it is not cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain, do we ever said gratefull when we have rain while we must go to an appointment? While in another place is hardly need a rain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if there are come, flood or another things happen, we are teached to be always gratefull too. Why? because we are teached to be patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human have nature. Easily forget and easily remember of those kind.&lt;br /&gt;I wrote here so I am always remember to gratefull of everything around me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-8602039533264012296?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/8602039533264012296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=8602039533264012296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/8602039533264012296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/8602039533264012296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/07/learn-from-around.html' title='learn from around'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-4758881255359227911</id><published>2008-07-13T12:02:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T21:09:03.274+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My thought'/><title type='text'>real good</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;can say that the real good people is a people who say a good thing, in front of people they talk about, and also behind them. Yesterday I experienced 2 things that make me write this posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some person in some place (with I stay around, in public area) say things and give her a very sweet smile. But suddenly after she is leave, the person said the opposite one. I do not like it at all. Sound like that she is better than anybody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a perfect one too, so that is why I do not dare to say bad things about another person. Say a bad things with a good manner is much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another type of person that we should avoid of is a person who said doing the good thing by smiling, but actually only doing for themself. It is not honest person. Too bad, but as I know many people is like that, everywhere. I am so sad, I found it also around me. I do not want to became one of them. So before I say something, I better think longer. Everythings had already said can not be revise suddenly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-4758881255359227911?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/4758881255359227911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=4758881255359227911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/4758881255359227911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/4758881255359227911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/07/real-good.html' title='real good'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-1336346872019622399</id><published>2008-07-13T11:30:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T12:01:59.927+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My thought'/><title type='text'>Judge</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;do not want to judge people of what they do. Because no guarantee that I can do as good as they do. Complaining is always the easiest part. Before say somthing bad to other people, think... what can you do to make it better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-1336346872019622399?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/1336346872019622399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=1336346872019622399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/1336346872019622399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/1336346872019622399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/07/judge.html' title='Judge'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-2954322892315201823</id><published>2008-07-13T11:27:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T11:30:25.908+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My thought'/><title type='text'>Amazing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;very human in this world is born with amazing things in their life. No matter bad things they have, but they have to realize that they are amazing. Stop woorying that we can not do something. Because every body is always have some good thing to do to others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-2954322892315201823?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/2954322892315201823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=2954322892315201823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/2954322892315201823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/2954322892315201823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/07/amazing.html' title='Amazing'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-2753913874359252082</id><published>2008-07-08T20:45:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T20:52:24.400+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My thought'/><title type='text'>Extreme</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;very extreme things is always not good. Extreme bad or extreme good. Because if you feel extreme good, then suddenly something happen to became extreme bad, you will be shock and stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not say that extreme good is bad. But I think better try to enjoy everything happen no matter how it is. Never feel it to extreme, although the result is extreme good. Keep you heart and mind think calm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-2753913874359252082?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/2753913874359252082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=2753913874359252082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/2753913874359252082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/2753913874359252082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/07/extreme.html' title='Extreme'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-689999462898175770</id><published>2008-07-08T20:25:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T07:43:50.046+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My thought'/><title type='text'>No one</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;esides family and real friend, no one will really care of you, unless they have some purpose for their self. My parents had ever told me that long time ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was difficult to believe that. But unfortunately, now I can say that it is true. Too bad to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of human is that? Do you like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where can I find real human?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-689999462898175770?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/689999462898175770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=689999462898175770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/689999462898175770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/689999462898175770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-one.html' title='No one'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-6865606302477216978</id><published>2008-07-06T22:16:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T20:52:53.273+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things happen'/><title type='text'>Pass away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;his afternoon my neighbour was pass away because of cancer. He know it late. The cancer is about 13 cm in his body. After he found it 1 month later, today he pass away on ICU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never know when it will be end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-6865606302477216978?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/6865606302477216978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=6865606302477216978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/6865606302477216978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/6865606302477216978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/07/pass-away.html' title='Pass away'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-382384047373705509</id><published>2008-07-06T22:10:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T20:53:14.668+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My thought'/><title type='text'>heart vs emotion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;F&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;or any cases, people will face 2 choices. Make decision with emotion or make decision with heart. If you choose make decision with emotion, it will not lasting. Give few time for yourself to think, and feel it with your heart. Make decision with your heart and everything will be different. But it has to be with a good heart too. Do you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-382384047373705509?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/382384047373705509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=382384047373705509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/382384047373705509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/382384047373705509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/07/heart-vs-emotion.html' title='heart vs emotion'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-2972651513844299124</id><published>2008-07-06T14:24:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T20:53:36.409+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My comment'/><title type='text'>Forgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ast week I put a praying carpet. I pray like usual. After finish, something past into my mind. It is about people who make me so dissapointed. I just sit down for about 30 minute and thinking. But the angry feeling won`t go and I feel so bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I learn, I am trying to accept the feeling. Take a deep breath...and let the feeling go. after 5 minute later, the bad feeling is gone. I let God handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is always forgiving, even human is always do bad things. As human, we better forgiving somebody else. It is for our own. After forgiving, it feel better. Life must go on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-2972651513844299124?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/2972651513844299124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=2972651513844299124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/2972651513844299124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/2972651513844299124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/07/forgiving.html' title='Forgiving'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-5501123409189054565</id><published>2008-07-06T14:05:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T21:03:40.886+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My comment'/><title type='text'>Are you a killer?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;killer is not always people who have a gun, a poisonous things or another that can be use to kill other people. We can say that a people who say a bad thing to other people is a killer too. A tongue is also a killer too. Other people character can be killed by a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, A say that B is inexperience doing things, stupid, or other bad things. Then the next thing happen is B will keep the sentence down to his heart and thought. Although for A, such word like that is for expression. But it is also can killed B`s character. No matter how hard B trying to do, if sometimes B doing a mistake, B will start to think again of A`s sentence. It can make worse, if the sentence is repeated at B`s heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no guarantee that A is not like B in past time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there are many killer out there and they are free, they are even not in jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I know, people like A doing like this because he/she is ever have same experience like this. I think, it is better to make a peace with your self. No one born with a bad part in their life. Make a peace with other people. We do not live alone. A good thing in somebody is to cover the bad thing on somebody else. No one is perfect. The world will become more beautiful to stay. Could you make it happen by not become a killer?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-5501123409189054565?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/5501123409189054565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=5501123409189054565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/5501123409189054565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/5501123409189054565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/07/are-you-killer.html' title='Are you a killer?'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-513240901255743584</id><published>2008-06-24T12:24:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T12:28:47.828+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My comment'/><title type='text'>People reaction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;eople reaction can never be predict. If we show a painful face, they will say that " Aih.. it is only like that. It is piece of cake". But if we try to cheerful ourself and show a happy face, some people will say "Then you are lying, because your face is so cheerful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like a behavior of people that have a hobby to find somebody else mistake.&lt;br /&gt;Stay far from them if you can not accept their word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-513240901255743584?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/513240901255743584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=513240901255743584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/513240901255743584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/513240901255743584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/06/people-reaction.html' title='People reaction'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-6095324032842420115</id><published>2008-06-24T12:19:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T12:24:28.320+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things happen'/><title type='text'>An offer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;got an offer from cancer foundation to be their volunter to another woman who got a cancer pain. She said there are many people who almost give up of their life because got a cancer. She said that maybe if I talk to them it can make them better. Because they know that I have the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-6095324032842420115?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/6095324032842420115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=6095324032842420115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/6095324032842420115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/6095324032842420115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/06/offer.html' title='An offer'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-4307160874126171695</id><published>2008-06-18T08:28:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T08:39:14.833+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My comment'/><title type='text'>Life is a choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ife is a choice. In same case, if you think something bad, then you will feel bad. But if you think a good thing, then you will feel happy. Never force something beyond your strength. Always be happy, because I am a sun.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Somebody ask me. What do you feel about this work? nothing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-4307160874126171695?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/4307160874126171695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=4307160874126171695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/4307160874126171695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/4307160874126171695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/06/life-is-choice.html' title='Life is a choice'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-6554216703509934830</id><published>2008-06-17T20:57:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T21:02:17.140+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My comment'/><title type='text'>I feel so rich</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;W&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ow.. I am so rich.. I have 2 car and a house with a complete big yard and more in my body. So, I am just like a walking big house. You know why? because I have a healthy heart, a healthy brain, a healthy hand, a healthy skin and a lot of more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oxygen is free without charge too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so lucky. I am rich..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-6554216703509934830?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/6554216703509934830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=6554216703509934830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/6554216703509934830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/6554216703509934830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-feel-so-rich.html' title='I feel so rich'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-8849103300248940971</id><published>2008-06-15T13:39:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T13:57:51.540+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My grateful'/><title type='text'>Sky, sun and life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;like to see sky at 17.00, because the view is always different. It is look like God painting. I am grateful that I can see that. Yesterday I saw a very beautiful sky with a sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun is very amazing. In the morning they give benefit to human life, and before sun is go, in the 17.00 he is still give human a very nice painting in sky with his view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God for giving us a sun, sky and life. Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my life, I want to be like a sun. I can make another people shine in their life, while I am alive. But I am also can left  something good to other people, while I am not in this world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-8849103300248940971?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/8849103300248940971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=8849103300248940971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/8849103300248940971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/8849103300248940971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/06/sky-sun-and-life.html' title='Sky, sun and life'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-6095195040076926299</id><published>2008-06-15T13:06:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T13:39:28.225+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things happen'/><title type='text'>A fake</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;often meet a fake smile. not only from my life, but also from my friend or family story. They can be your enemy behind you. They can say yes infront of you, but they can also against you. This is something that make me sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is something that I can learn. It reduce my sadness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-6095195040076926299?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/6095195040076926299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=6095195040076926299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/6095195040076926299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/6095195040076926299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/06/fake.html' title='A fake'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-1487734921176753138</id><published>2008-06-15T13:00:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T12:32:37.871+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My comment'/><title type='text'>Teacher of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;eacher of life is not only come from a good people. But it is also come from a bad people. Why? Because we can learn that things like that can hurt another people. It means, if we want to learn, we can also minimize bad thing around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can also learn how to became calm, be wise, and be strong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-1487734921176753138?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/1487734921176753138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=1487734921176753138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/1487734921176753138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/1487734921176753138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/06/teacher-of-life.html' title='Teacher of life'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-8106044848221297082</id><published>2008-06-15T12:51:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T12:55:06.769+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things happen'/><title type='text'>New Look</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ippie... :z finally, I can renew my template after 3 month using 3 coloum. Thank you for Mr. Rohman to his template.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-8106044848221297082?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/8106044848221297082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=8106044848221297082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/8106044848221297082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/8106044848221297082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-look.html' title='New Look'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-6732936486945072582</id><published>2008-06-07T20:24:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T22:50:45.785+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My grateful'/><title type='text'>My grateful on 7 June 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;y grateful today:&lt;br /&gt;1. Pain in my arm and my back because of tumors is reduce, so I can write and do activity more better&lt;br /&gt;2. I can eat cap cay&lt;br /&gt;3. I can read newspaper and my favorite novels&lt;br /&gt;4. I can drink water&lt;br /&gt;5. I can hear music&lt;br /&gt;6. Tumor and leg pain post surgery are only attact me, not my parent. I can see my parent in health&lt;br /&gt;7. I am in house, far away from hot of sun and cold of wind outside&lt;br /&gt;8. I have a nice pillow to sleep&lt;br /&gt;9. My laptop is still function&lt;br /&gt;10. I am still have hair&lt;br /&gt;11. I can see flower bloom&lt;br /&gt;12. I am not in hospital&lt;br /&gt;13. I can smell a delicious cookies baked&lt;br /&gt;14. I have internet at home, so I do not need to queue in internet cafe&lt;br /&gt;15. I still have 1 mobile phone function proper&lt;br /&gt;16. I can enjoy take a bath&lt;br /&gt;17. My CD walkman is still proper&lt;br /&gt;18. I can enjoy drink a tea while see a butterfly and a bird fly&lt;br /&gt;19. My mother sew 2 skirt for me&lt;br /&gt;20. My brother call me from Bali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-6732936486945072582?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/6732936486945072582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=6732936486945072582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/6732936486945072582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/6732936486945072582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-grateful-on-7-june-2007.html' title='My grateful on 7 June 2007'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-4902726951186559223</id><published>2008-06-07T19:48:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T20:24:24.767+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My grateful'/><title type='text'>My new community</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SEqJZ4X1TkI/AAAAAAAAAOg/yp9R_gZyo1Y/s1600-h/DSC00332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209126996729482818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SEqJZ4X1TkI/AAAAAAAAAOg/yp9R_gZyo1Y/s320/DSC00332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SEqHaEyL6bI/AAAAAAAAAOY/hxW0DKBsCLw/s1600-h/DSC00329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209124801037986226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SEqHaEyL6bI/AAAAAAAAAOY/hxW0DKBsCLw/s320/DSC00329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SEqFruxPJWI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/5LLp8tgTu4k/s1600-h/DSC00330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209122905342813538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SEqFruxPJWI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/5LLp8tgTu4k/s320/DSC00330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;have a new community, I put few picture of them here. Thank you to: Mas Nunu, mba Fifi, Mba Arini, Mba Eka, Mba Elok, Irma, Ibu Tussy, Widya, dr. Nita, dr. Ade, dr. Herdijono, dr. Bambang, Elly, and all of heart focus alumni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God created human in their good things. I am glad I found all of you. We will support each other to face life. Keep this spirit, always... A good ending and a happy things are on our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you all :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/653758177137909462-4902726951186559223?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/4902726951186559223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=4902726951186559223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/4902726951186559223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/4902726951186559223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-new-community.html' title='My new community'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SEqJZ4X1TkI/AAAAAAAAAOg/yp9R_gZyo1Y/s72-c/DSC00332.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-7409310935259921164</id><published>2008-06-07T12:49:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T21:36:47.928+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things happen'/><title type='text'>Story behind visiting House of Sampoerna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SEonY5wV-WI/AAAAAAAAAOI/oj4xqEu_jEw/s1600-h/DSC00393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209019227781331298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SEonY5wV-WI/AAAAAAAAAOI/oj4xqEu_jEw/s320/DSC00393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;fter finishing tumor theraphy... I feel something. I have already in the car, and aaaaahhhhh.... I need to go to toilet ASAP! :f :# But I am in my way back to home, and it is still to far from home. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do then? :# It is impossible to find clean public toilet, except in few places like mall, hotel, some restaurant. Especially in Surabaya. It is also impossible to go back to the doctor place. Where should I put my face? Not polite too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think... think... :t&lt;br /&gt;Aha.. Ik heb een idee... :z&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ik wil naar house of Sampoerna gaan :o&lt;br /&gt;Not so far from where I am that time... :$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I go there with a panic face. :r Then I go to cafe of House of Sampoerna. Their waiter ask me, what kind of food and drink I want to order? I answer quick, a camomile tea and mushroom cream soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I fly to the toilet :r :r :r Too fast, until I am in wrong room! Man toilet!... aaahh :$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if there is any body ask me, why do you visit House of Sampoerna? I can answer fast, I need to go to toilet :r :r :r&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I did not need toilet, maybe until long time I will not visit there. Because the location is far. So, I guess.. it is a positive think :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-7409310935259921164?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/7409310935259921164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=7409310935259921164' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/7409310935259921164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/7409310935259921164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/06/story-behind-visiting-house-of.html' title='Story behind visiting House of Sampoerna'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SEonY5wV-WI/AAAAAAAAAOI/oj4xqEu_jEw/s72-c/DSC00393.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-4771802489804922813</id><published>2008-06-07T10:56:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T11:29:11.693+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My comment'/><title type='text'>I love my name</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ong time ago, I ever complain to my parent why they give me tristi as first name and dian as middle name. It is because of the meaning. Tristi is come from Italian languange, triste means sad and difficult. Dian means light and guidance in Indonesian glossary. I said to my mother that it should be only a happy things in my life, and not a sad things comes first. Because I am only want to have a nice things. Then, what is her answer? she only said that sad and happy is union. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still keep my complain, until a couple year. Until one day. &lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read something. A chaos theory. It is said that in every step, a world is a transition from a chaos into a higher orderly. Every better step must pass a chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read again in al Qur'an, (Al Insyiraah: 5-6), it is mentioned together with a difficulty, there is a hands down of easy part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also a book title of Kartini Letter by J.H. Abendanon: "Door Duisternis tot Licht" (after a dark, there will be a light)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I understand my mother purpose. In Indonesia, a parent is always give their children name as a pray for them, and also with a good meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not only choose a good thing. Because to became better, I have to know the bad one. So, I can be better. If I am only see a good things, it means I am only think about me, not others who have different destiny. To make better decision, we have to think not only a good one, but also the bad one. We can anticipate and have strong decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for giving me a name with a deep meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-4771802489804922813?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/4771802489804922813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=4771802489804922813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/4771802489804922813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/4771802489804922813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-love-my-name.html' title='I love my name'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-6241734346030092582</id><published>2008-06-06T23:42:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T11:35:11.684+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surabaya'/><title type='text'>Pintu Air Jagir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SElqTG0udiI/AAAAAAAAANo/Dfa5B2n3eHE/s1600-h/DSC00177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SElqTG0udiI/AAAAAAAAANo/Dfa5B2n3eHE/s320/DSC00177.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208811320512509474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;uild around 1900 by Dutch and it is still function until now.&lt;br /&gt;I took this picture from a taxi window, on my way back from hospital. Despite to complain about traffic jam. Next time I can walk proper, maybe I can took a better picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-6241734346030092582?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/6241734346030092582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=6241734346030092582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/6241734346030092582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/6241734346030092582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/06/pintu-air-jagir.html' title='Pintu Air Jagir'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SElqTG0udiI/AAAAAAAAANo/Dfa5B2n3eHE/s72-c/DSC00177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-8397823618874663135</id><published>2008-06-06T22:50:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T23:39:01.184+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surabaya'/><title type='text'>House of Sampoerna</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;uild in 1862. Previously used as an orphanage managed by the Dutch, and it was bought by the founder of Sampoerna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SElfFG0uddI/AAAAAAAAANA/C2Oyb9vMKrM/s1600-h/DSC00385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208798985366435282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SElfFG0uddI/AAAAAAAAANA/C2Oyb9vMKrM/s320/DSC00385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SElhmm0udeI/AAAAAAAAANI/jEPI7Z5bqW0/s1600-h/DSC00387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208801759915308514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SElhmm0udeI/AAAAAAAAANI/jEPI7Z5bqW0/s320/DSC00387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SEljTW0udfI/AAAAAAAAANQ/oDdLN9Tl0Nw/s1600-h/DSC00377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208803628226082290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SEljTW0udfI/AAAAAAAAANQ/oDdLN9Tl0Nw/s320/DSC00377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SElkdG0udgI/AAAAAAAAANY/aI9Ltdn9sfQ/s1600-h/DSC00379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208804895241434626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SElkdG0udgI/AAAAAAAAANY/aI9Ltdn9sfQ/s320/DSC00379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SElmjW0udhI/AAAAAAAAANg/0NWFs5nUwwc/s1600-h/DSC00390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208807201638872594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SElmjW0udhI/AAAAAAAAANg/0NWFs5nUwwc/s320/DSC00390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-8397823618874663135?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/8397823618874663135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=8397823618874663135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/8397823618874663135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/8397823618874663135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/06/house-of-sampoerna.html' title='House of Sampoerna'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SElfFG0uddI/AAAAAAAAANA/C2Oyb9vMKrM/s72-c/DSC00385.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-2029409485339882539</id><published>2008-06-06T22:07:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T12:00:42.282+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surabaya'/><title type='text'>Kemayoran Mosque</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SElTxG0udWI/AAAAAAAAAMI/BuqBetnYOm0/s1600-h/DSC00442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208786547141145954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SElTxG0udWI/AAAAAAAAAMI/BuqBetnYOm0/s320/DSC00442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SElbQm0udcI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Ik64E0ynnss/s1600-h/DSC00436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208794784888419778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SElbQm0udcI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Ik64E0ynnss/s320/DSC00436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;uild on 1844-1848 as JWB Wadinaar idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SElVOG0udXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/cYeEfEHd9yE/s1600-h/DSC00423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208788144868980082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SElVOG0udXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/cYeEfEHd9yE/s320/DSC00423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SElWW20udYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Vy_V_NXeOLA/s1600-h/DSC00429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208789394704463234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SElWW20udYI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Vy_V_NXeOLA/s320/DSC00429.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SElXWm0udZI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nCagDYIu0ks/s1600-h/DSC00433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208790489921123730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SElXWm0udZI/AAAAAAAAAMg/nCagDYIu0ks/s320/DSC00433.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SElYD20udaI/AAAAAAAAAMo/pb6o_PEuLB4/s1600-h/DSC00435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208791267310204322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SElYD20udaI/AAAAAAAAAMo/pb6o_PEuLB4/s320/DSC00435.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SElZwG0udbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/tRsDn_vH4nA/s1600-h/DSC00440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208793127031043506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SElZwG0udbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/tRsDn_vH4nA/s320/DSC00440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SEoVp4MxBGI/AAAAAAAAAOA/gKVyfhJ-lYM/s1600-h/DSC00441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208999728212149346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SEoVp4MxBGI/AAAAAAAAAOA/gKVyfhJ-lYM/s320/DSC00441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-2029409485339882539?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/2029409485339882539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=2029409485339882539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/2029409485339882539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/2029409485339882539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/06/kemayoran-mosque.html' title='Kemayoran Mosque'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SElTxG0udWI/AAAAAAAAAMI/BuqBetnYOm0/s72-c/DSC00442.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-3248272794039202129</id><published>2008-06-06T21:58:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T11:45:33.306+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surabaya'/><title type='text'>Kepanjen Church</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SEoSJRggKCI/AAAAAAAAANw/FBjqmPbVDS4/s1600-h/DSC00420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208995869535250466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SEoSJRggKCI/AAAAAAAAANw/FBjqmPbVDS4/s320/DSC00420.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SElRfG0udVI/AAAAAAAAAMA/FCX6qWfzNN8/s1600-h/DSC00421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208784038880245074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SElRfG0udVI/AAAAAAAAAMA/FCX6qWfzNN8/s320/DSC00421.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;tart build on 1889 by Pastoor Van Santen. Few materiaal is directly from europe, except wood and iron. Finish on 5 August 1900, in front of this church there is my favorite meatball restaurant :p in Kepanjen Street, Surabaya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-3248272794039202129?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/3248272794039202129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=3248272794039202129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/3248272794039202129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/3248272794039202129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/06/kepanjen-church.html' title='Kepanjen Church'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SEoSJRggKCI/AAAAAAAAANw/FBjqmPbVDS4/s72-c/DSC00420.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-7304139471401682476</id><published>2008-06-06T21:49:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T21:58:19.271+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surabaya'/><title type='text'>HVA (Handels Vereeneging Amsterdam)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SElPlG0udUI/AAAAAAAAAL4/DPSneP6dkk4/s1600-h/DSC00444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SElPlG0udUI/AAAAAAAAAL4/DPSneP6dkk4/s320/DSC00444.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208781942936204610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;t was HVA (Handels Vereeneging Amsterdam), and now it is used as PTPN office. On 1 October 1945, it is used as Japanese army based.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-7304139471401682476?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/7304139471401682476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=7304139471401682476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/7304139471401682476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/7304139471401682476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/06/hva-handels-vereeneging-amsterdam.html' title='HVA (Handels Vereeneging Amsterdam)'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SElPlG0udUI/AAAAAAAAAL4/DPSneP6dkk4/s72-c/DSC00444.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-8182423793373768972</id><published>2008-06-06T21:40:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T21:48:17.837+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surabaya'/><title type='text'>China Town gate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SElNrG0udTI/AAAAAAAAALw/1gf57q6mqiY/s1600-h/DSC00448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SElNrG0udTI/AAAAAAAAALw/1gf57q6mqiY/s320/DSC00448.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208779846992164146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hina town gate with an old building beside it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-8182423793373768972?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/8182423793373768972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=8182423793373768972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/8182423793373768972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/8182423793373768972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/06/china-town-gate.html' title='China Town gate'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SElNrG0udTI/AAAAAAAAALw/1gf57q6mqiY/s72-c/DSC00448.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-8591371838980052554</id><published>2008-06-06T21:32:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T21:40:52.745+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surabaya'/><title type='text'>Another nice architecture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SElLYm0udSI/AAAAAAAAALo/sQOTCdqYyls/s1600-h/DSC00449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SElLYm0udSI/AAAAAAAAALo/sQOTCdqYyls/s320/DSC00449.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208777330141328674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;have another hobby I think... make a picture of nice old building! :0 I often saw this building after my way back from hospital too. Maybe someday if I can walk proper, I will find some story behind it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-8591371838980052554?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/8591371838980052554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=8591371838980052554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/8591371838980052554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/8591371838980052554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/06/another-nice-architecture.html' title='Another nice architecture'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SElLYm0udSI/AAAAAAAAALo/sQOTCdqYyls/s72-c/DSC00449.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-8117407108559070449</id><published>2008-06-06T21:10:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T11:52:57.600+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surabaya'/><title type='text'>Hotel Olympic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SEoT0pB_gTI/AAAAAAAAAN4/41Scdr6jZp0/s1600-h/DSC00456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208997714095735090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SEoT0pB_gTI/AAAAAAAAAN4/41Scdr6jZp0/s320/DSC00456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SElGtW0udRI/AAAAAAAAALg/9oYdBhWrURc/s1600-h/DSC00455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208772189065475346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SElGtW0udRI/AAAAAAAAALg/9oYdBhWrURc/s320/DSC00455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;took this picture from inside car, on my way back from hospital. It is and old building, but a nice one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-8117407108559070449?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/8117407108559070449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=8117407108559070449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/8117407108559070449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/8117407108559070449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/06/hotel-olympic.html' title='Hotel Olympic'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SEoT0pB_gTI/AAAAAAAAAN4/41Scdr6jZp0/s72-c/DSC00456.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-5545154278571917063</id><published>2008-06-06T20:55:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T21:10:14.951+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things happen'/><title type='text'>I am on Femina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SElDNm0udQI/AAAAAAAAALY/zbOnAzut1Iw/s1600-h/DSC00465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SElDNm0udQI/AAAAAAAAALY/zbOnAzut1Iw/s320/DSC00465.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208768345069745410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;uesday, after finish tumor theraphy, my friend said to me that I am on Femina. Like usual, if we look for something.. it will suddenly dissapear :@ and if we do not need it anymore, then it will appear. Almost like that :f&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking for the magazine for 3 days everywhere, but it said that no more stock :o. But finally I have it :L&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-5545154278571917063?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/5545154278571917063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=5545154278571917063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/5545154278571917063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/5545154278571917063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-on-femina.html' title='I am on Femina'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SElDNm0udQI/AAAAAAAAALY/zbOnAzut1Iw/s72-c/DSC00465.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-2994995821507818636</id><published>2008-05-13T21:37:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T22:10:25.786+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things happen'/><title type='text'>Women Care Surabaya Branch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SCmqM4HCocI/AAAAAAAAALQ/yeoF8UwMdwI/s1600-h/DSC00285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SCmqM4HCocI/AAAAAAAAALQ/yeoF8UwMdwI/s320/DSC00285.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199874382973018562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;fter finishing my theraphy, my mobile alarm rang. Ups.. I am almost forgot, today start on 17.30 is a gathering of women care Surabaya branch (they are just named it this night). The time is about 19.30, I am thinking. Should I join or not? I never meet all of them. Can I recognize them? But I want to join this time, since on last event I am not able to go because of the schedule of the theraphy and busy with work things. Then, I choose to go. I promise to myself that I have to find something useful in life, despite to thinking only about pain. It will nice to have new community. Maybe it can distract the leg pain and this tumor. It is quiet nice, for a while I can forget the pain and it is good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-2994995821507818636?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/2994995821507818636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=2994995821507818636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/2994995821507818636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/2994995821507818636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/05/women-care-surabaya-branch.html' title='Women Care Surabaya Branch'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SCmqM4HCocI/AAAAAAAAALQ/yeoF8UwMdwI/s72-c/DSC00285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-103020685124986074</id><published>2008-05-10T18:35:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T18:43:00.489+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My comment'/><title type='text'>Things that you can not buy by money</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;y father teach me, as a person we have a way of life. But we have to be always remember that there are few things that can not replace by money:&lt;br /&gt;1. Truth&lt;br /&gt;2. Love&lt;br /&gt;3. Happyness&lt;br /&gt;4. Family&lt;br /&gt;5. Friend&lt;br /&gt;6. Pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some people who have a lot of money, they are always think that they can buy all of it by money. But it can be offending if some people with their princip got offer a money to buy those things. So, I will keep it in my mind. Always. If you do a right things, then it will be good. A good thing will be followed by a good thing too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-103020685124986074?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/103020685124986074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=103020685124986074' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/103020685124986074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/103020685124986074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/05/things-that-you-can-not-buy-by-money.html' title='Things that you can not buy by money'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-7385007263116804815</id><published>2008-05-09T20:59:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T21:56:58.964+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My comment'/><title type='text'>Emotional Quotient??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;am reading in some flyers. We can say that people have emotional quotient, if the person is having an emotional stability. People who have a good emotion can understand other people better and make a wise decision. A good emotion like this is related with how people can make an application of what they learn about happiness, love and interaction with people. They are more understand about the meaning of life and responsible to every aspect in their life, like work, family, relation, and other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Coleman said that to be an effective leader, emotional quotient is more important than IQ. To be success, people can not only think about themselves, but they have to understand about other people, they can motivate, being an excellent communicator. Because you are not success by yourself. People is not live alone, success can not be achieve by a selfish person, not wise person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said that it is not easy to have emotional quotient. Especially if we saw people with their problem which we never have it. I often hear that they can be easily said.. ah... only like this... only like that... Like my mother said, we are always see other people problem easy, until we have same problem like them. Then we know that the problem is not as easy we saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, is any of you have an emotional quotient? I would like to learn more. I wish every people in this world have a high emotional quotient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-7385007263116804815?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/7385007263116804815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=7385007263116804815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/7385007263116804815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/7385007263116804815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/05/emotional-quotient.html' title='Emotional Quotient??'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-8464972120168384571</id><published>2008-05-04T14:14:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T15:03:23.961+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My comment'/><title type='text'>Are you a leader?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ake my comment about qualification to be a leader by Nayu N.&lt;br /&gt;(1) &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A problem solver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She said that a good leader is a person who can make an important decision and looking for a solution. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My comment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, I said that sometimes in Indonesia I saw that many people out there who have big power do make a solution. But, few of them is like to change their decision. It can make people beyond them confuse. The possibility maybe because of less experience and do not know the real problem. A leader is a people who we can count on as problem solver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Act Positif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody is perfect. We can make a mistake too. She said that if any of your staff make a mistake, rather than directly punish or say bad thing about them, it is more wise if ask first, what is beyond it. Do not judge. Even a leader can also make a mistake too. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My comment on this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, I read many case through magazine or even through my friend experience, they said they said they make a mistake because of a problem beyond. A staff problem is also others problem. Because work is not only individual work, but also a team work. As a leader, they are better to act positif which can motivate others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Communicate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;She said, as a leader, they should explain of every thing they want to achieve. Maintain communication between staff. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My comment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, it is true. As a staff, they are also need to have communication. So they know what to do to achieve company goal and do not work in the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Be a motivator and inspiration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a leader they should be a motivator to their staff. I said, being a motivator is not only by let the staff know about better way to work in office, but also give a good example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Maintain a good relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind a status as a staff, a staff is also an individual who have unique background and their problem. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I do not have a comment on this point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Soalnya ga kabeh gelem weruh ( how to said this in english?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Down from the mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, although the title is high, staff will give a high respect if they are willing to do things in lower level things to help solve the problem. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My comment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,  I rare see this in Indonesia. They are usually feel that their position is already in high position, so it is no use to do a lower things again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, are you a leader?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-8464972120168384571?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/8464972120168384571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=8464972120168384571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/8464972120168384571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/8464972120168384571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/05/are-you-leader.html' title='Are you a leader?'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-5865274814513799186</id><published>2008-05-02T08:12:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T23:00:39.409+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things happen'/><title type='text'>Thank you to my boss</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ot everybody want to have difficult time. When they have it, most of them want to share, to make it realived. Including me. But as know, not everybody want to listen. In some case, I saw that if they have a difficult things they will share and in others difficult time they do not want to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because not every people want to give their time to listen. As I see, people prefer to say something rather than listen. Although God give 2 ears to listen and 1 tounge to speak, which means God prefer human to listen rather than speak. My special thank you to my boss, pak Rob who have already give his time to listen and give a few minute to listen of me. Thank you very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-5865274814513799186?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/5865274814513799186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=5865274814513799186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/5865274814513799186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/5865274814513799186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/05/thank-you-to-my-boss.html' title='Thank you to my boss'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-794853704425713957</id><published>2008-05-01T20:54:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T21:14:44.136+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My thought'/><title type='text'>On my own</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;y parent teach me that the longer we live, there is always a problem come up. So, he is rare to give facility to their children. It teach us to be more independent. So, if we want something, we have to work for of our own to get it. They want us to be stronger, not spoiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-794853704425713957?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/794853704425713957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=794853704425713957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/794853704425713957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/794853704425713957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/05/on-my-own.html' title='On my own'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-1625366331469802232</id><published>2008-05-01T15:03:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T15:19:35.480+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things happen'/><title type='text'>My last rangin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SBl7UrM5R-I/AAAAAAAAALI/2KJYQamg4Qw/s1600-h/DSC00225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SBl7UrM5R-I/AAAAAAAAALI/2KJYQamg4Qw/s320/DSC00225.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195319240272988130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;his is my last coconut cookies from my favorite one. The baker will change his store. It is because it is difficult to find solar. Many people que to get it. He said he is only have 5 litre a week, and it means he is only can sell for 2 days. Then, stopped. He can not afford to buy LPG. Too bad.... :( because I buy it since I am still in kindergarten. Now I can not taste it again. huaaaaaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-1625366331469802232?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/1625366331469802232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=1625366331469802232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/1625366331469802232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/1625366331469802232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-last-rangin.html' title='My last rangin'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SBl7UrM5R-I/AAAAAAAAALI/2KJYQamg4Qw/s72-c/DSC00225.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-7208994667828726498</id><published>2008-05-01T09:40:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T10:22:29.343+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things happen'/><title type='text'>A good thing happen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;esterday I broke my promise to myself. I promise not to cry if I am talking about this tumor. But while pak Rob ask me, I can not stop it. Maybe it is because I am still not able to talk to somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you pak Rob, for your time to listen at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah, in the evening I got a very good news from the doctor. She saw that the color of the skin is getting better, and the moving degree is increase a little bit. It means that my effort is worthed. She said there will be a posibility that I will be better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-7208994667828726498?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/7208994667828726498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=7208994667828726498' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/7208994667828726498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/7208994667828726498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/05/good-thing-happen.html' title='A good thing happen'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-5654486276083058880</id><published>2008-04-29T14:29:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T13:44:55.654+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things happen'/><title type='text'>Why do I tell you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;he reason why I put about tumor in my blog, it is also a knowledge and an important thing that we should aware. The first time I know it, I do not want many people know, because it can make me sad and cry everytime people ask. But now after 1 month, I feel more stronger. I still have many wishes that I want to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many people out there who have difficult situation than me. I still have to be thankful. Alhamdulillah, now  my father make my favorite meal too. A cap cay :L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A healthy peole can thanks to God, and another friend of mine who always sharing with me will always strengthen each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-5654486276083058880?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/5654486276083058880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=5654486276083058880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/5654486276083058880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/5654486276083058880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/04/why-do-i-tell-you.html' title='Why do I tell you?'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-5770928868721035727</id><published>2008-04-29T13:14:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T13:28:51.771+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things happen'/><title type='text'>Shocking day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SBa-HrM5R9I/AAAAAAAAAK8/AAi0mJvttAQ/s1600-h/DSC00264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SBa-HrM5R9I/AAAAAAAAAK8/AAi0mJvttAQ/s320/DSC00264.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194548259283617746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ay of 28 April 2008, it was a shocking day for me. In this room, I got inform that there is 13 point tumor on my body, 2 of them need to be evaluated, an early stadium. It is a further check after first result on beginning of April. The surgery doctor said he will try a conservative way first before decided to do a surgery or another method. My mother hold my hand tight that time. She want to strengthen me. But I have to be strong, it is God will. It means that I can pass it. Things that I can do is calm myself first. I have to fight this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I saw my parent sit in living room, and look sad. I will find something to motivate me and make me smile. As much possible, I will try to smile. It is true that this is a dangerous pain, but I believe I can pass it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-5770928868721035727?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/5770928868721035727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=5770928868721035727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/5770928868721035727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/5770928868721035727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/04/shocking-day.html' title='Shocking day'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SBa-HrM5R9I/AAAAAAAAAK8/AAi0mJvttAQ/s72-c/DSC00264.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-8416348522881765956</id><published>2008-04-27T14:02:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T14:11:08.061+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things happen'/><title type='text'>I will happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ead a newspaper today, I read that a young woman got a dangerous tumor. Just like me. I also cry when read that. Because I can imagine the pain. She got a full support from people surround her, from family, from friend and also relatives. That make me happy. I decided, no matter how the condition, I choose always to be happy. Always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-8416348522881765956?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/8416348522881765956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=8416348522881765956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/8416348522881765956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/8416348522881765956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-will-happy.html' title='I will happy'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-1647189453630229087</id><published>2008-04-26T00:34:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T00:49:59.433+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='with family'/><title type='text'>Dank u wel, vader ( Thank you, father)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;nother support from my familie. It is an email from my father in Netherland. Thank you very much for always supporting me. I put his email here. I hope he do not mind. A support from familie is also always can get people who down more stronger.&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah, thanks God, I have a familie, friends and relatives who always support me, without all off you, I am nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallo mijn dochter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ik ben erg droevig, want op je weblog zag ik dat je nu SWD therapy hebt. Hoe lang moet je deze therapy volgen en hoeveel keer per week?&lt;br /&gt;en hoe groot is de kans op genezing? Ik zie gelukkig dat die kans er is want ik las dat je relieved bent, because dokters are human too. En dat is echt zo, ik ken ook een paar dokters en die zijn net zoals jij en ik, alleen hebben ze meer over medicijnen geleerd als wij, maar ook zij hebben hun goede en slechte dagen.&lt;br /&gt;Ik zal voor je bidden en ik heb weer een kaarsje voor je gebrand. ok?&lt;br /&gt;ik hoop gauw van je te horen&lt;br /&gt;Groetjes&lt;br /&gt;Eric&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-1647189453630229087?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/1647189453630229087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=1647189453630229087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/1647189453630229087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/1647189453630229087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/04/dank-u-wel-vader-thank-you-father.html' title='Dank u wel, vader ( Thank you, father)'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-2748980287441158487</id><published>2008-04-24T20:47:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T21:22:37.484+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='with family'/><title type='text'>Thank you mom, thank you dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lhamdulillah, I still have parent around me. I am so lucky. Parent is our priceless treasure, that we have to always take care. Many people said, people will fill empty and know that parent is priceless after they are gone. And I am still have completely. My parent is also one of my motivator to get my health back. Because I want to take care of them, as they grown me up . Now  it is our turn, your three children who will take care of you.  Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SBCRLQSYVTI/AAAAAAAAAKo/wcJSO80bMQw/s1600-h/DSC00206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192809992894829874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SBCRLQSYVTI/AAAAAAAAAKo/wcJSO80bMQw/s320/DSC00206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you dad. Thank you because you are working so hard to fullfil three of us need. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SBCVvQSYVVI/AAAAAAAAAK0/0GGToyOLCe0/s1600-h/DSC00218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192815009416631634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SBCVvQSYVVI/AAAAAAAAAK0/0GGToyOLCe0/s320/DSC00218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you mom. Thank you because you are always with us, even though father is working around Indonesia. But we are always have you around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-2748980287441158487?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/2748980287441158487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=2748980287441158487' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/2748980287441158487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/2748980287441158487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/04/thank-you-mom-thank-you-dad.html' title='Thank you mom, thank you dad'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/SBCRLQSYVTI/AAAAAAAAAKo/wcJSO80bMQw/s72-c/DSC00206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-653758177137909462.post-4512912944390639451</id><published>2008-04-24T20:01:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T12:13:13.466+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things happen'/><title type='text'>Let it flow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="tulisanbesar"&gt;S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ince this monday I almost can not sleep. I am always have a nightmare about my leg condition. My mother said that it is still an inflammation, and ask me not to force my self too much. She said that I have to be patient. Recovery of ligament is more difficult than a bone fracture. She said that I have to always be strong, she remind me that God will never try human beyond their strenght. If God give me tumor after this leg pain, it means that I can handle it. The possitive things is with this, we can know which people who really care about us and not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God that I am also have a support from the medical team. So my spirit is back again. Actually I am almost give up. Almost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until in the afternoon, I make a phone call with my rehabilitation medic doctor. Although everyday I have already meet with her, but today I need to speak with her again because I can not think. She said the same thing as my mother told me, that I have to be patient and not to force too much. Otherwise the surgery will be useless and there is always a posibility to back to surgery if bad thing happen. There is still few part in my leg which still recovery. So, be patient...be patient...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true, health is always more comfortable rather than being sick.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I am tired... even more if there is a people who do not understand the condition and said something which can make me sad. Such people from non medical who think that it is "only" like this without knowing further. Why they don't think before say? But better close ear while they say that.  Let other people say anything they want to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I can not ask people to be good, it is individual character. It is non wise person. I have done my best in everything, in effort to make my health back and in office things.  Let it flow, and let God do the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah, there will always a lesson behind. Just see another nice things, then I will forgot every bad thing I had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/653758177137909462-4512912944390639451?l=trisde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/feeds/4512912944390639451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=653758177137909462&amp;postID=4512912944390639451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/4512912944390639451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/653758177137909462/posts/default/4512912944390639451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://trisde.blogspot.com/2008/04/let-it-flow.html' title='Let it flow'/><author><name>trisde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12239572470671635640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hfpY9mxHXmI/R-OzM5cjAUI/AAAAAAAAADY/j-xBcXDCsLg/S220/DSCN1383-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
