<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959</id><updated>2012-01-09T19:34:10.374+07:00</updated><category term='good news'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='feeling'/><category term='happy valentine'/><category term='happy lebaran'/><category term='sweet memory'/><category term='poem'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='happy birthday'/><category term='SPD'/><category term='farewell'/><category term='bumblebee'/><category term='whatever....'/><category term='lyric'/><category term='song'/><category term='argument'/><category term='confusing'/><category term='award'/><category term='happy new year'/><category term='only us'/><category term='i&apos;m only human'/><category term='anniversary'/><category term='family'/><category term='book review'/><category term='Micro teaching [PPL 1] Gabriela Bunga Pramudhita/051214101'/><category term='pets'/><category term='Mahamentor'/><category term='happy christmas'/><category term='article'/><category term='happy easter'/><category term='movie review'/><category term='travelling'/><category term='sadness'/><category term='home situation'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Love is Effortful</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>121</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-4160090634582298529</id><published>2011-12-22T09:28:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T09:31:12.776+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy new year'/><title type='text'>Trully blessed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;U know im very happy being here. dont u see my smile and laughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Im just trully blessed. I'll be home for my Christmas, in my hometown, Tembagapura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Happier and happier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Merry Christmas 2011 and Happy New Year 2012&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Bunga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-4160090634582298529?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/4160090634582298529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=4160090634582298529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/4160090634582298529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/4160090634582298529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2011/12/trully-blessed.html' title='Trully blessed'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-875906077388240722</id><published>2011-09-15T22:33:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T22:45:51.813+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mahamentor'/><title type='text'>Hari Pahlawan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ntIFk_Hs73Q/TnIb9YUXSWI/AAAAAAAAAbc/CBCXvkwc1vo/s1600/haripahlawan.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ntIFk_Hs73Q/TnIb9YUXSWI/AAAAAAAAAbc/CBCXvkwc1vo/s320/haripahlawan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652611223617227106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ingatkah kalian akan mimpi-mimpi para pahlawan Indonesia untuk menang, berjuang melawan sekutu? Ingatkah saat guru atau orang tua kalian bercerita dengan menggebu-gebu tentang pertempuran Surabaya yang dahsyat itu? Dan pastilah ada segelintir orang bertanya-tanya, mengapa sudah merdeka tapi tetap saja dijajah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Para pahlawan adalah pejuang . Mereka berusaha untuk mempertahankan kemerdekaannya dan melawan pelecehan dari penjajah. Mereka bertarung demi sebuah nyawa dan negaranya. Semangat merekalah yang seharusnya tidak akan pernah luntur sampai generasi sekarang ini. Akankah kita, sebagai generasi muda, meneruskan perjuangan mereka demi menggapai masa depan Indonesia yang lebih cerah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kenang dan bantu para pahlawan untuk memperjuangkan kemerdekaan Indonesia dengan bergabung ke Mahamentor, yakni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sebuah gerakan proaktif dari mahasiswa Indonesia untuk kemajuan pendidikan Indonesia dengan memberikan motivasi siswa di tingkat sekolah menengah atas (SMA) di seluruh Indonesia. Mahamentor bertujuan memotivasi para siswa untuk bermimpi demi merencakan dan mempersiapkan masa depannya. Oleh karena itu, mahamentor berencana untuk mengumpulkan 1000 MaMen (sebutan mentor dalam mahamentor) di seluruh Indonesia, yang kemudian akan menyukseskan 100.000 mimpi siswa-siswi SMA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yang terkumpul dari berbagai daerah di Indonesia pada tanggal 11 November 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mahamentor terus membuka kesempatan untuk seluruh mahasiswa Indonesia untuk ikut serta dalam misi mulia ini. Dibutuhkan mahasiswa dengan semangat kerja yang baik, senang bekerja dalam tim, menguasai bidang jurusan kuliahnya serta selalu dapat menyempatkan waktu bersama punggawa-punggawa mahamentor untuk membangun gerakan ini. Kalian bisa mendaftar dan isi data di link ini,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mahamentor.com/recruit/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Mahamentor Recruit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ayo, bermimpi bersama Mahamentor demi mengenang jasa para pahlawan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;14 September 2011 (01.00 am)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mamen Bunga&lt;/span&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/38819097407639959-875906077388240722?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/875906077388240722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=875906077388240722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/875906077388240722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/875906077388240722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2011/09/hari-pahlawan.html' title='Hari Pahlawan'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ntIFk_Hs73Q/TnIb9YUXSWI/AAAAAAAAAbc/CBCXvkwc1vo/s72-c/haripahlawan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-1419436567162502376</id><published>2011-09-12T23:36:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T22:40:47.138+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mahamentor'/><title type='text'>Bermimpi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Mimpi adalah kunci untuk kita menaklukkan dunia. Berlarilah tanpa lelah sampai engkau meraihnya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sepenggal lagu dari Nidji ini bisa menggambarkan betapa pentingnya arti sebuah mimpi. Bukan mimpi yang berarti berkhayal, alam bawah sadar, atau pun sesuatu yang mustahil, melainkan mimpi yang berarti cita-cita. Saat kecil pun kita tidak asing dengan kata-kata orang tua, yaitu "Kejarlah mimpimu setinggi-tingginya" atau "Gapailah cita-citamu setinggi langit." Tidak bisa dipungkiri memang, saat kita masih kecil kita senang bercita-cita. Ingin menjadi ini, ingin menjadi itu, dan bisa saja semua itu akan menjadi kenyataan. Bagaimana bisa menjadi kenyataan? Perlu diingat bahwa bercita-cita adalah sebuah doa. Doa agar semua yang diimpikan menjadi kenyataan dan terkabul. Dan ternyata, jika kita menemukan orang yang kontra dengan kata-kata mimpi, seperti "Jangan bermimpi tinggi-tinggi, nanti kalau jatuh sakit" atau "Bermimpi kok tinggi-tinggi, omong kosong!" tidak lain adalah hanya karena pesimis dan takut akan masa depan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang bisa bermimpi, berarti orang bisa berusaha. Bagaimana caranya bisa mewujudkan mimpi-mimpi tersebut adalah dengan berusaha sekeras mungkin. Banyak contoh yang bisa diambil, misalnya Daniel "bermimpi" ingin mendapatkan nilai matematika dengan angka 9 di ujian tengah semester besok. Daniel pun "berusaha" untuk belajar dengan giat pada hari-hari sebelumnya agar mendapatkan nilai yang diinginkan. Contoh lain, Tania "bermimpi" ingin menjadi penari profesional yang bisa dikenal di seluruh dunia seperti Didik Nini Thowok. Maka Tania pun selalu "berusaha" untuk latihan, latihan dan latihan 3 kali dalam sehari dan terus menerus sampai bertahun-tahun demi mewujudkan impiannya. Contoh lain yang lebih sederhana, si penulis artikel ini "bermimpi" ingin sekali membuat artikel tentang MIMPI dengan tutur bahasanya sendiri dan harus selesai malam ini juga. Maka si penulis akhirnya juga "berusaha" untuk melawan rasa malasnya dan melawan MOOD jeleknya agar tulisannya bisa selesai dengan cepat. (Hehehe...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bermimpi itu asyik. Bermimpi itu tidak dilarang. Bermimpi bisa dimana saja dan kapan saja. Bermimpi positif itu sangat menyenangkan. Bermimpi itu mendamaikan hati. Bermimpi berarti masa depan. Bermimpi itu penting. Dan bermimpi itu tidak salah. Bermimpi berarti berusaha. Bermimpi akan hari esok. Bermimpi 1 bulan kemudian. Bermimpi 1 tahun kemudian. Bermimpi 5 tahun kemudian. Bermimpi 10 tahun kemudian. Bermimpi, bermimpi, bermimpi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bermimpi dan berusahalah dari sekarang, jangan pernah lelah, lari yang kencang, maka dunia akan takluk". teriakku dan Nidji.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 September 2011 (11.32 pm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamen Bunga&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/38819097407639959-1419436567162502376?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/1419436567162502376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=1419436567162502376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/1419436567162502376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/1419436567162502376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2011/09/bermimpi.html' title='Bermimpi'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-5512715919644116594</id><published>2011-08-09T20:16:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T22:41:40.841+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>Rest In Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GpAohl5YrDE/TkE8lv8FhwI/AAAAAAAAAbU/3-47POHCTM4/s1600/trella%2Bhenri.jpg" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 154px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GpAohl5YrDE/TkE8lv8FhwI/AAAAAAAAAbU/3-47POHCTM4/s320/trella%2Bhenri.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638854827665884930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Tadi pagi, jam 6.30, Mami teriak, "Mbak Bungaaaa, Trella mati!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Langsunglah aku bangun seketika itu juga, tanpa basa basi (baca: ngolet2 ato tarik selimut lagi), langsung keluar dari kamar. Seakan-akan gak percaya apa yg dibilang Mami. Ku turuni tangga, lewati ruang tamu, dan sampai di teras. Ada Papi lagi nyiram tanaman di halaman depan. Dan bertanyalah aku, "Trella di mana Pah?" (sambil mewek). "Itu di depan", kata Papi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Langsung bergegaslah aku ke depan rumah, di depan gerbang dekat tanaman-tanaman. Trella terbaring lemah tak berdaya. Jongkok dan menangis, aku di depannya. Sambil memanggil namanya rintih-rintih. Trella...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Tiba-tiba ada bapak-ibu yg mendatangi dan mendekatiku. Ternyata itu tetanggaku yg habis dari masjid. "Ada apa mbak?", tanya si ibu. "Kucing... mati...", jawabku sambil menangis. Mereka bertanya-bertanya, aku hanya bisa menangis dan menjawab "diracun".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Sungguh, bukan maksud aku agar Trella celaka seperti ini. Hanya aku gak menyangka akan terjadi seperti ini. Kugendong Trella ke halaman belakang, lalu dikubur Papi. Sedih. Sangat sedih.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Aku cukup dekat dengan Trella. Dari dia berumur 1 bulan, ada tetanggaku yg memberi. Kupelihara dan kutaruh dalam kandang. Dan dia betah sekali di kandang. Makanannya pun cat food. Gak pernah yg lain. Kalo pun yg lain, hanya saat aku kehabisan stock cat food. Selain cat food pun, dia gak bisa. Pasti mencret atau gak dimakan. Manja memang. Tapi aku sayang. Mungkin memang tidak sedekat aku dengan Rici. Tapi Trella tetap yg paling kumanja. Gak pernah kupukul. Paling-paling hanya kubentak. Dan dia ngerti apa maksudku. Akhir-akhir ini memang kuajari, biar kalau sore-malam-pagi di luar kandang. Maksudku biar gak pup di kandang. Karna aku juga sedikit kewalahan mengurusi pupnya. Trella juga pinter banget. Langsung cari pasir, pipis, pup, lalu dikubur lagi kotorannya. Gak seperti Rici. Ya itu insting alami seekor kucing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Trella suka sekali main ke dalam rumah. Biasanya sama Papi ditaruh dalam rumah kalau malam. Paling sering di dapur. Tapi pernah saat gak hanya di dapur, dia naik tangga, dan mengeong di depan kamarku, bangunin aku. So sweet. Pernah juga kusuruh tidur di atas tempat tidurku. Suka sekali guling2 di halaman depan. Apalagi kalau ketemu Rici. Klop sudah mereka. Sukanya nungguin Rici pup di tempat pupnya. Kalau Rici udah selesai pup, Trella ngikutin dari belakang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Trella, kamu lucu sekali. Manja. Manis. Bandel cuma sekali. Waktu kamu makan sambel teriku di dapur. Huhuh... Dan itu pun aku marah habis-habisan denganmu. Maaf Trella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Gak ada kucing yg membuatku jatuh cinta selain Trella. Dulu ada Baby, tapi dia hanya sebentar bersamaku. Tapi Trella, dia sudah 11 bulan bersamaku. Bulan depan umurnya 1 tahun. Tapi kenapa kamu pergi duluan? :'( Trella... maafin aku karna tadi malam aku gak masukin kamu ke dalam rumah. Seharusnya aku masukin kamu... Rasanya gak tega lihat kamu terbaring lemah. Trella, aku pengen peluk kamu. Pengen bersihin matamu yg cantik. Seharusnya hari ini aku mandiin kamu. Trella, aku rindu kamu. Menyayangimu. Selalu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Kepergian Trella pun disusul Henri. Henri, anjingku yg sudah menjaga rumahku kurang lebih 6 tahun. Akhir-akhir ini dia memang suka rewel sejak pagar bumi rumahku roboh. Dia yg biasanya di halaman belakang, jadi suka jalan sana sini. Kalau diikat, sukanya teriak-teriak. Kemarin hari Senin pagi dia hilang. Gak tau kemana. Jam 12 siang Mami denger suaranya teriak-teriak. Ternyata di samping rumah, dalam keadaan kejang-kejang. Gak tega aku lihatnya. Langsung kugendong, kubawa ke halaman belakang. Masih tetap kejang-kejang. Mami langsung beli air kelapa, kuminumin, sempet kegigit kuku aku. Tapi dia gak muntah-muntah. Sampai sore pun, dia masih kesakitan. Malamnya ku kasih susu encer dan air garam, tetap gak muntah. Sampai kita semua serumah tertidur, Henri masih kesakitan :( Pagi hari kita bangun, Papi kasih kopi. Langsung muntah. Tapi beberapa menit kemudian, dia mati. Nafasnya udah gak teratur. Kasian banget. Dia merasakan kesakitan semaleman. Gak tega aku lihatnya. Sudah Trella mati, Henri mati. Tapi Henri kuat. Seakan-akan berjuang melawan sakitnya. Sampai semaleman masih bertahan. Padahal Trella langsung mati. Mereka pasti makan makanan yg diberi racun. Jadi mereka pasti keracunan. Sedihnya kehilangan 2 peliharaan sekaligus, dalam hari yg sama :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Aku memang tidak terlalu dekat dengan Henri. Karna dari mereka kecil, mereka hanya dibiarkan saja di belakang rumah. Intinya mereka penjaga rumah kami. Coci juga gemetar saat kehilangan Henri. Sedih. Kuadrat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tuhan, jaga Henri dan Trella. Biar mereka tidur dengan nyenyak. Aku sayang mereka. Ampunilah dosa orang yg meracuni mereka. Semoga bisa sadar kalau perbuatannya itu gak baik dan kejam. Untung Henri dan Trella masih bisa punya tenaga untuk bisa kembali lagi ke sekitar rumah. Kalian sungguh pintar. Aku menyayangi kalian. Dan tidak akan pernah lagi aku mengeluarkan binatang peliharaanku keluar dari rumahku sendirian. Karna itu hanya membuat celaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-5512715919644116594?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/5512715919644116594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=5512715919644116594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/5512715919644116594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/5512715919644116594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2011/08/rest-in-peace.html' title='Rest In Peace'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GpAohl5YrDE/TkE8lv8FhwI/AAAAAAAAAbU/3-47POHCTM4/s72-c/trella%2Bhenri.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-3168610761058918731</id><published>2010-08-24T12:37:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T12:39:39.845+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling'/><title type='text'>Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;God is number one. I know everything that happens into my life is from Him and for Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I need everyone's prayer. Pray pray pray...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-3168610761058918731?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/3168610761058918731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=3168610761058918731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/3168610761058918731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/3168610761058918731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2010/08/prayer.html' title='Prayer'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-107944809371808990</id><published>2010-06-25T13:50:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T14:25:35.308+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><title type='text'>Toy Story 3 - 3D (2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/TCRY0rWgPPI/AAAAAAAAAZc/-p8h7llxXvo/s1600/200px-Toy_Story_3_poster2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 236px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/TCRY0rWgPPI/AAAAAAAAAZc/-p8h7llxXvo/s320/200px-Toy_Story_3_poster2010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486607908057660658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Woody, Buzz, and the gang sedih karena pemiliknya, Andy sudah bertambah dewasa dan akan meninggalkan mereka. Andy yang dulu kecilnya senang sekali bermain dengan mainan-mainan luar angkasanya itu, sekarang harus melanjutkan studinya untuk kuliah di luar kota. Perasaan Woody and the gang tidak karuan sehingga menyebabkan mereka rela untuk jauh dari Andy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suatu saat ibu Andy menyuruh Andy dan Molly membereskan mainan-mainan mereka. Andy mengambil Woody untuk dibawanya ke tempat di mana ia kuliah nanti, dan Buzz dkk harus rela untuk ditaruh di loteng. Dan permainan pun dimulai. Ibu Andy berpikir bahwa isi yang ada di dalam plastik itu adalah sampah, sehingga plastik itu dibawa ke tempat sampah di depan rumah. Padahal sebenarnya isinya adalah Buzz dkk. Buzz dkk berusaha keras untuk keluar dari plastik tersebut karena mereka menyadari kalau mereka ada di pinggir jalan yang sebenarnya tidak untuk dibuang. Woody pun yang melihat teman-temannya dalam kesusahan membantu dengan penuh semangat. Tapi akhirnya, mereka terselamatkan. Woody pun akhirnya bersamaan dengan Buzz dkk di karton yang bertuliskan Sunnyside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi sayang sungguh sayang, Sunnyside ternyata adalah sekolah  di mana mainan akan dibanting-banting oleh anak-anak kecil. Ternyata oh ternyata, ada sesosok teddy bear strawberry yang jahat dan picik di balik semua itu. Mainan-mainan yang sudah tidak terpakai lagi oleh pemiliknya (tapi dianggap baru datang di Sunnyside), akan ditaruh di ruangan anak kecil. Yang sudah agak lama bisa ditaruh di ruangan anak-anak yang lebih besar. Sungguh lucu karena ternyata perlakuan anak-anak yang lebih kecil ternyata berbeda dengan anak-anak yang lebih besar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woody bersikeras untuk tidak ikut dengan Buzz dkk yang sudah terlanjut jatuh hati kepada Sunnyside. Woody akhirnya kabur dan ditemukan Bonnie. Bonnie adalah anak kecil perempuan yang lucu dan senang sekali bermain dengan boneka-bonekanya. Dari mainan Bonnielah Woody tau bahwa kehidupan di Sunnyside tidak seindah yang dibayangkan teman-temannya. Akhirnya Andy datang lagi ke Sunnyside dan menolong teman-temannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woody memang sesosok pria koboi yang tanggung jawab dan berjiwa pemimpin. Dia bisa menjadi baik terhadap siapa pun karena dia menolong dengan tulus ikhlas. Sebetulnya, kita bisa belajar bekerja sama dan setia dari boneka-boneka luar angkasa yang lucu-lucu ini. Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada akhirnya, mainan-mainan ini ditemukan Andy di kamarnya. Woody menulis sesuatu di surat, dia meminta tolong agar Andy menyumbangkan mainan-mainannya ke Bonnie. Akhirnya Andy membawa mainan-mainan itu ke Bonnie. Bonnie sangat senang sekali dapat memiliki semua mainan itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Film ini menurut saya sih ada dalam kategori bagus. Tapi sayang, nonton film ini setelah karate kid. Jadi seperti dari atas, tiba-tiba turun. Kurang ada gregetnya. Jalan cerita mungkin terlalu biasa ya, tapi tetap bisa membuatku nangis kok. Hehehe... Tapi ratingnya bagus banget lho.. Cerita ini tetap ada sedihnya, ada lucunya, ada bahagianya. Tetap jadi film yang lengkap dan menarik. Sangat menarik bahkan, karena saya nonton yang 3D. Efeknya bagus banget (mungkin karena ini baru pertama kali saya nonton). Tapi ya memang karena gak terbiasa jadinya buat pusing. Hihihi... Try it readers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-107944809371808990?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/107944809371808990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=107944809371808990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/107944809371808990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/107944809371808990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2010/06/toy-story-3-3d-2010.html' title='Toy Story 3 - 3D (2010)'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/TCRY0rWgPPI/AAAAAAAAAZc/-p8h7llxXvo/s72-c/200px-Toy_Story_3_poster2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-7938475641962683329</id><published>2010-06-18T20:46:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T21:20:10.887+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><title type='text'>August Rush (2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/TBuAZT_VTpI/AAAAAAAAAZM/f5zQ2cVcfMU/s1600/augustrush_smallposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/TBuAZT_VTpI/AAAAAAAAAZM/f5zQ2cVcfMU/s320/augustrush_smallposter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484118143604706962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Walaupun film ini film yang agak lama, tapi wajib ditonton oleh para penggemar musik di seluruh tanah air bahkan di seluruh dunia. Yang kita tahu adalah musik itu sangat universal. Semua suka musik walaupun tidak semua cinta musik. Dari film ini kita bisa lihat bahwa musik itu ada di dalam jiwa maupun hati seseorang. Mungkin ada benarnya juga kecintaan dan kepiawaian terhadap musik itu karena turun temurun. Banyak contoh kan di Indonesia (bisa dipikir-pikir sendiri, hehe).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada intinya, Evan Taylor atau August Rush adalah anak yang dibuang oleh Kakeknya sendiri. Kakeknya bilang pada anaknya, Lyla Novacek kalau anaknya sudah tiada saat ia tertabrak mobil di depan restoran. Sungguh malang, karena selama 12 tahun Lyla tidak tahu bahwa anaknya masih hidup. Yang buat lucu dan mengharukan lagi, karena Lyla di sini juga tidak hidup bersama seorang cowok yang baru dikenalnya terus langsung berbuat "cinta" (ckckck...), yaitu Louis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banyak scene yang mengagumkan saat Evan bermain gitar, piano, membuat partitur yang terinspirasi dari suara di jalan (kereta, basket, dentuman kaki, tepuk tangan, lonceng, dan masih banyak lagi), hingga sampailah dia ada di orkestra sebagai composer juga conductor. Semua orang tidak menyangka dan terheran-heran karena anak sekecil itu tapi sudah mempunyai bakat yang sangat luar biasa. Sayangnya orang tuanya tidak ada di sisinya, jadi mereka tidak tahu anaknya sehebat apa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending dari film ini sangat cantik sekali. Saat-saat setelah klimaks, ceritanya tidak langsung falling down, tapi sedikit ada unsur falling down. Louis yang habis konser, di mobil mendengar bunyi lagu orkestra yang megah, dan dia langsung turun dari mobil itu menuju ke taman di mana orkestra diadakan. Lyla yang sudah lama tidak mau bermusik juga akhirnya bermusik di event yang sama bersama anaknya. Saat mereka melihat ada seorang anak kecil, mereka perlahan-lahan mendekat ke arah panggung, dan akhirnya Lyla dan Louis bergandengan tangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebetulnya lucu juga sih, karena tidak diceritakan kejadian setelah itu. Seharusnya ada klarifikasi kalau anak kecil yang diajak nge-jam di pinggir jalan oleh Louis itu adalah anaknya sendiri. Seharusnya Lyla juga menceritakan apa yang sebenarnya terjadi setelah mereka berbuat "cinta". Di sini yang paling mengerti adalah Mr. Jeffries, yang mengurusi anak-anak yatim piatu. Dia datang juga ke event tersebut dan pastinya dia sangat mengerti kalau August Rush adalah Evan Taylor. Sayangnya juga Wizard, seniman jalanan yang juga sayang terhadap Evan, tidak diceritakan. Tapi, aku rasa dengan melihat Louis dan Lyla bergandengan tangan sambil melihat anaknya menjadi composer dan conductor, itu sudah lebih dari cukup. Kita semua juga akan tahu apa yang akan terjadi setelah itu :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's such a nice story about music. Gak akan menyesal untuk menonton film ini. Tapi jangan ngomel-ngomel kalau di bagian awal memang sedikit dibuat bingung dan sedikiiit saja tidak menarik :) Tapi overall, bagussss :) Mungkin para musisi atau pencinta musik lebih bisa menilai pesan moral yang disampaikan oleh film ini. Happy watching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-7938475641962683329?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/7938475641962683329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=7938475641962683329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/7938475641962683329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/7938475641962683329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2010/06/august-rush-2007.html' title='August Rush (2007)'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/TBuAZT_VTpI/AAAAAAAAAZM/f5zQ2cVcfMU/s72-c/augustrush_smallposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-8921278497071723462</id><published>2010-06-16T21:04:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T21:53:22.128+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><title type='text'>The Karate Kid (2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/TBjkvWjFv5I/AAAAAAAAAZE/h3dSWXuMmPo/s1600/karate+kid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/TBjkvWjFv5I/AAAAAAAAAZE/h3dSWXuMmPo/s320/karate+kid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483384048481320850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Berawal dari sesuatu yang simple, semua bisa menjadi nyata dan sukses. Banyak banget pesan moral yang bisa didapatkan dari film ini. Tapi lebih baik, pesan moralnya diceritain di akhir aja yah. Hehehe... Siapa sih yang gak punya kebiasaan buruk? Termasuk si bocah Xiao Dre, yang diperankan oleh anaknya Will Smith (Jaden Smith). Dia paling sering lepas jaketnya dan dibuang begitu saja di lantai rumah. Ibunya pun juga kesal dengan kebiasaannya itu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beruntunglah Dre karena bisa bertemu dengan Mr. Han yang diperankan oleh Jackie Chan. Gak bisa dipungkiri memang, aktor kawakan ini kalau berlaga memang teope begete =) Mr. Han menolong Dre saat ia dikeroyok oleh Cheng and the gang. Ceritanya di sini, Cheng gak suka dengan Dre karena dekat-dekat sama cewek cantik nan imut (seperti akyu, hihihi) yang bernama Mei Ying. Dari situlah Mr. Han dan Dre dekat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dre berbagi cerita dengan Mr. Han tentang Kung Fu. Mr. Han menceritakan bahwa Kung Fu yang sebenarnya tidak sekejam dan sekeji itu. Kalau Cheng sampai berbuat sedemikian rupa, yang perlu disalahkan bukan muridnya, tetapi gurunya. Jadi benar juga ya kalau guru itu adalah pendidik moral bangsa atau biasanya disebut orang tua kedua. Akhirnya mereka berdua datang ke tempat di mana Cheng berlatih Kung Fu. Dari situ, Dre ditantang untuk mengikuti turnamen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dre mulai berlatih dengan Mr. Han. Berlatihnya gigih dan kuat. Tapi tujuannya untuk satu hal, agar Dre menjadi sosok lelaki yang kuat dan tidak penakut. Bukan untuk balas dendam atau membuat kebencian. Mr. Han sendiri yang bilang kalau Kung Fu bertujuan agar selalu ada damai. Musuh memang harus diberantas, tapi demi kedamaian semata. Saat-saat berlatih memang banyak adegan yang lucu, yang bisa membuat penonton ngekek. Dre berhari-hari hanya dilatih melepas, menaruh, mengambil, menjatuhkan, melepas, menaruh, mengambil, menjatuhkan (dst.) jaketnya. Kebiasaan itu akhirnya membuahkan hasil, karena itu adalah dasar dari gerakan Kung Fu. See? Dimulai dari hal yang sangat sederhana. Everything comes from simplicity, Dude! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi selain ngekek, banyak juga scene yang bisa membuat kita menangis terharu dan tersedu-sedu. Aku pun menangis lebih dari 3 kali. Hehehe... Saat Dre ingin pulang ke Detroit, kota asalnya, saat Dre mendengarkan cerita dukanya Mr. Han tentang istri dan anaknya yang kecelakaan mobil, saat Dre berhasil membabat habis Cheng di turnamen, dan masih banyak lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seperti yang sudah dibocorkan di paragraf sebelumnya, tanpa basa basi, pastinya Dre menang. Sempat berpikir kalau Dre kalah bagaimana? Sebenarnya rela-rela saja kalau Dre kalah. Karena waktu berlatih Dre tidak sebanyak dan selama Cheng. Tapi ternyata, di akhir cerita, Dre menang. Dia memakai jurus ular kobra, yang sempat membuat Cheng kebingungan. Ibunya, Mr. Han, dan Mei Ying sangat bangga terhadap Dre. Tidak hanya itu, Cheng pun mengakui kehebatan Dre. Cheng and the gang pun akhirnya memberi hormat kepada Mr. Han. Sungguh pelajaran yang luar biasa yang bakal kita dapatkan setelah menonton film ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi yang saya pertanyakan dari awal, apakah karate itu sama seperti Kung Fu? Saya kok tidak yakin. Tapi mungkin 11 12 lah ya. Kalau saya lihat review dari Twitter, banyak yang menjelek-jelekkan Karate Kid atau pun orang Amerika. Katanya tidak bisa membedakan antara karate dan Kung Fu. Mungkin bisa juga kan kalau Kung Fu itu adalah karatenya orang China. Iya gak sih? Hehehe... maaf deh, saya gak sepintar itu menanggapi tentang perbedaan dari kedua hal tersebut. Tapi yang jelas, Jaden Smith berlaga sangat maksimal dan totalitas! I love it! Cara dia berjalan, cara dia menangis saat pertandingan atau apa pun itu, seperti sangat alami dan tidak dibuat-buat. Menurut saya sih, sah-sah saja kalau Will Smith yang memproduseri film ini, dan kebetulan yang dipilih anaknya sendiri. Tapi saya masih heran saja, kenapa sih banyak orang yang sukanya memojokkan hal-hal seperti itu. Hmm... ya mungkin iri atau apalah saya juga gak tau. Pendapat orang yang berbeda-beda kan memang sah-sah saja =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, you all must watch this movie! Sungguh menghibur, mengharukan, dan benar-benar mengajari kita untuk berbuat sesuatu yang baik itu dimulai dari hal kecil dan sederhana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-8921278497071723462?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/8921278497071723462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=8921278497071723462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/8921278497071723462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/8921278497071723462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2010/06/karate-kid-2010.html' title='The Karate Kid (2010)'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/TBjkvWjFv5I/AAAAAAAAAZE/h3dSWXuMmPo/s72-c/karate+kid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-7918583077080405271</id><published>2010-04-19T23:28:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T23:39:23.124+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whatever....'/><title type='text'>Killing Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/S8yFCu00bFI/AAAAAAAAAY8/4bWweHd3aeU/s1600/IMG0007Aedit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/S8yFCu00bFI/AAAAAAAAAY8/4bWweHd3aeU/s320/IMG0007Aedit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461886730069371986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;this dress I bought from online shop in facebook. Wikan chose it for me. this dress is planned to be worn when i go to the beach :) hee hee... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/S8yFCJuYRiI/AAAAAAAAAY0/RErIDozJ8cE/s1600/IMG0010Aedit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/S8yFCJuYRiI/AAAAAAAAAY0/RErIDozJ8cE/s320/IMG0010Aedit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461886720110249506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;i was just confused how to pose :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/S8yFA5xw6vI/AAAAAAAAAYs/ABYI9Zef-ys/s1600/IMG0021Aedit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/S8yFA5xw6vI/AAAAAAAAAYs/ABYI9Zef-ys/s320/IMG0021Aedit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461886698649610994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;i do love this pose :) look funny, mature, beautiful, and fatty of course. ^^ but it doesnt matter coz im sooo chick with the scarf, handicraft from Molen from Malaysia. the tanktop, i bought it from Simplicity. and the last the hot pants, i just cut it to be short :( the pants were ripped bcoz of the accident before i went to Papua. huhu. but somehow, i like it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/S8yFAaFO3CI/AAAAAAAAAYk/4Fp38iOlH1w/s1600/IMG0023Aedit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/S8yFAaFO3CI/AAAAAAAAAYk/4Fp38iOlH1w/s320/IMG0023Aedit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461886690141330466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;this dress is my fave, but unfortunately i haven't got the belt, tights, and heels for wearing it. still saving the money for buying those stuffs :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-7918583077080405271?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/7918583077080405271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=7918583077080405271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/7918583077080405271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/7918583077080405271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2010/04/killing-time.html' title='Killing Time'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/S8yFCu00bFI/AAAAAAAAAY8/4bWweHd3aeU/s72-c/IMG0007Aedit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-188655834483110254</id><published>2010-01-01T09:28:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T09:46:07.347+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy new year'/><title type='text'>2010 is coming to the world!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;nb: tapi gak pernah ngerasain kekecewaan yang sedalem ini di akhir taun 2009 :( pdhl biasanya juga sendiri2 klo xmas eve or new year eve. gak tau deh knapa. smoga smuanya akan menjadi lebih baik. amin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-188655834483110254?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/188655834483110254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=188655834483110254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/188655834483110254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/188655834483110254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-is-coming-to-world.html' title='2010 is coming to the world!!!'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-1686999913946261702</id><published>2009-12-29T18:17:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T18:38:01.324+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><title type='text'>The Nanny Diaries (2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Annie Braddock, cew&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SznphhrHSPI/AAAAAAAAAYc/zSwIguFInXA/s1600-h/1205862394-42993_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SznphhrHSPI/AAAAAAAAAYc/zSwIguFInXA/s320/1205862394-42993_full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420620388701260018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ek berusia 21 tahun, fresh graduate, sedang ingin mencari kerja, tapi saat di interview dan ditanya, "Menurutmu, kamu adalah orang yang bagaimana dan seperti apa?". Annie is speechless dan gak tau mau menjawab apa. Poor Annie. Di saat itu juga dia merasa kehilangan jati dirinya, atau mungkin belum menemukan jati dirinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulailah kisahnya untuk menjadi seorang Nanny (seorang pembantu yang merawat anak kecil karena orang tuanya yang super sibuk) karena dia tertarik dengan menulis apa pun dalam bidang Antropologi. Annie di hire oleh wanita bernama Mrs. X. Wanita yang kaya dan punya segalanya, tapi super sibuk sehingga tidak bisa meluangkan waktu bersama anak tunggalnya tercinta, Grayer. Annie lebih suka memanggilnya Grover. Pada awalnya memang sulit untuk Annie menangani Grover yang nakalnya minta ampun. Tapi akhirnya Grover menerima Annie, bahkan tidak mau bila ditinggal Annie. Grover merasa begitu karena Annie adalah satu-satu teman untuknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah mendampingi Grover sekian lama, akhirnya misi rahasia ini pun ketahuan juga oleh ibunya Annie kalau ternyata dia bekerja sebagai Nanny. Si ibu mengetahuinya karena Annie yang menelfonnya untuk menjaga Grover saat dia sedang panas tinggi. Suatu ketika, Mrs. X, Mr. X, Grover dan Nanny pergi ke suatu tempat untuk berlibur. Annie didekati oleh Mr. X, dan ketahuan oleh Mrs. X. Saat itu juga, Mrs. X memecat Annie. Annie langsung pergi dan konfrontasi besar-besaran dimulai. Lucunya, dengan boneka Teddy Bear. Karena ternyata di mata Teddy itulah Mrs. X menaruh kamera tersembunyi sehingga dia bisa mengetahui apa saja yang dilakukan oleh Annie kepada anaknya. Di situlah, Annie marah besar, tetapi menyadarkan Mrs. X dengan seketika.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karena begitu, Mrs. X akhirnya menyadari kesalahannya, dan akhirnya memberikan yang terbaik untuk anaknya. Dia juga menyampaikan terima kasih banyak kepada Annie. Annie pun akhirnya bisa mengetahui secara mendalam tentang perbedaan antara keluarga di pedalaman Amazon yang lebih natural dengan keluarga kelas atas yang ternyata tidak sedikit pun menaruh perhatian kepada anaknya. Akhirnya, Annie bisa juga mengidentitaskan dirinya sendiri :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cerita ini sebetulnya bagus banget untuk para ibu yang sok sibuk dan gak punya simpati atau rasa sayang kepada anaknya. Untuk para bapak yang sibuk juga. Mereka hanya memikirkan diri sendiri saja. Manicure, pedicure, pijat plus plus, sedangkan anaknya sedang sakit parah pun, mereka tidak peduli. Mengherankan... Cukup ironis, tapi semua itu pun ada juga terjadi di Indonesia. Solusinya ya hanya berdoa saja. Semoga keluarga-keluarga yang seperti itu cepat disadarkan dan tidak menyesal di kemudian hari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-1686999913946261702?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/1686999913946261702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=1686999913946261702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/1686999913946261702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/1686999913946261702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2009/12/nanny-diaries-2007.html' title='The Nanny Diaries (2007)'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SznphhrHSPI/AAAAAAAAAYc/zSwIguFInXA/s72-c/1205862394-42993_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-6371996073769873916</id><published>2009-12-29T17:52:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T18:09:02.111+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><title type='text'>The Love Guru (2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SznizVhDpCI/AAAAAAAAAYU/2ZC0i-dBjoI/s1600-h/the-love-guru-mike-myers-jessica-alba-justin-timberlake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 273px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SznizVhDpCI/AAAAAAAAAYU/2ZC0i-dBjoI/s320/the-love-guru-mike-myers-jessica-alba-justin-timberlake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420612998094103586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Guru Pitka, berasal dari Amerika yang pindah ke Ashram India, bercita-cita untuk menjadi guru. Dia bersama temannya, Deepak Chopra, belajar untuk menjadi Guru. Mereka berdua adalah pribadi yang sangat berbeda tentunya dari kecil. Saat Pitka ditanya oleh Gurunya, Tugginmypuddha, mengapa ia ingin menjadi guru, dia menjawab agar dia bisa dikerumuni oleh para gadis. Tentu saja kontras dengan Deepak Chopra yang benar-benar ingin jadi Guru, tulus dari dalam hatinya. Langsunglah Sang Guru memberikan Pitka sebuah celana besi yang notabene tidak bisa dicopot sampai selamanya. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filmnya lumayan kocak. Pitka tidak pernah mau ketinggalan atau kalah dari Deepak. Dia juga ingin masuk di koran menjadi nomor 1 dan ingin sekali masuk Oprah. Hal itu akhirnya kesampaian juga karena ada cewek cantik bernama Jane Bullard (Jessica Alba) yang meminta Pitka untuk menjadi Guru cinta kepada Darren Roanoke, seorang pemain hockey yang sedang putus cinta karena istrinya sudah bersama orang lain, yaitu Jacques Grande yang dimainkan oleh Justin Timberlake (sumpah, gak mirip banget sama Justin!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singkat cerita, Pitka berhasil membuat Darren bersatu kembali dengan istrinya. Karena dengan begitu, Darren bisa bermain hockey dengan baik lagi. Tapi permasalahannya, Pitka memakai jalan pintas. Seharusnya ada jalan yang komplit, yakni DRAMA. Yang jelas itu ada singkatan-singkatannya. Tapi saya juga lupa apa. Hehehe... Pitka baru menjalani sampai A pertama. Alhasil, semua itu tidak berhasil karena tangan Darren mulai bergetar lagi saat Grande mengejeknya. Tapi akhirnya, Darren dapat mengalahkan team Grande. Dan dia kembali lagi bersama istrinya, karena Pitka yang seharusnya sudah mau on air di Oprah, dia melakukan tugasnya, yaitu M dan A yang belum sempat diajarkan kepada Darren. Dan Pitka pun akhirnya bercinta juga dengan Jane. And you know what??? Celana besi itu ternyata gampang sekali membukanya. Tinggal diputar saja pengaitnya, dan tadaaaa... terbuka :) Hahahaaa.. Padahal dia sudah lama tersiksa, apalagi saat Jane ingin menciumnya. Hihihi... Tapi anehnya... kok Jane mau sih sama Pitka yang mukanya jelek dan aneh??! Hehehe.. Tapi yang penting kan hatinya :) Apalagi Jane is a big fan of Pitka. Semua bukunya sudah dibabat habis oleh Jane! SALUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-6371996073769873916?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/6371996073769873916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=6371996073769873916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/6371996073769873916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/6371996073769873916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-guru-2008.html' title='The Love Guru (2008)'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SznizVhDpCI/AAAAAAAAAYU/2ZC0i-dBjoI/s72-c/the-love-guru-mike-myers-jessica-alba-justin-timberlake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-6650366915821804613</id><published>2009-12-29T17:37:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T17:51:56.872+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><title type='text'>My Mom's New Boyfriend (2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SznfQNCCQKI/AAAAAAAAAYM/abOfanUQU4o/s1600-h/MyMoms-NewBoyfriend-2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SznfQNCCQKI/AAAAAAAAAYM/abOfanUQU4o/s320/MyMoms-NewBoyfriend-2008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420609095986200738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Berawal dengan si mami yang genduuut banget dan akhirnya jadi langsiiiingg banget. Agak gak nyangka, tapi this is real. Hehehe... Mami yang langsing nan cantik ini bernama Martha, biasa dipanggil Marty. Punya anak yang udah gede, namanya Henry Durand. Mereka tinggal berdua di rumah, karena sang ayah sudah meninggal. Parahnya, si ayah meninggalnya di penjara, karena dia seorang pencuri. Lebih parahnya lagi, hal ini sangat kontras dengan Henry. Henry malah menjadi agen FBI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suatu hari Henry balik lagi ke rumahnya dan membawa tunangannya setelah pergi dinas dari luar kota. Di saat itu juga, Henry yang sangat sayang sekali dengan maminya, selalu mengontrol maminya saat si mami sedang kencan dengan para pria. Tapi akhirnya si mami menemukan yang paling cucok dengannya. Namanya Tommy Lucero, yang dimainkan oleh Antonio Banderas. Cakeepp.. Hehehe... Sayangnya Tommy adalah pencuri patung internasional. Tentu saja Henry langsung mengamat-amati Tommy. Kapan pun dan di mana pun, Tommy selalu dijaga oleh para agen FBI. Walaupun sedang berkencan dengan si mami. Sebetulnya Henry tidak tega, tapi apa boleh buat. Dia mencari jalan yang terbaik untuk si mami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceritanya sih mulus-mulus saja. Ada satu yang agak menegangkan tapi juga lucu sih. Tommy ternyata diperdaya oleh komplotan pencuri2 itu. Tommy ditinggalkan di tempat patung, di mana patung tersebut sudah diambil oleh komplotan pencuri. Tapi akhirnya Tommy memberanikan diri untuk keluar dari tempat itu. Alhasil, bunyilah alarm karena Tommy mengenai infra merah. Polisi langsung datang, juga dengan Henry dan tunangannya, Emily. Henry dan Emily mendapatkan Tommy di belakang museum. Faktanya, Tommy bukanlah pencuri, melainkan agen CIA yang memang ditugaskan untuk mengamati para pencuri2 tersebut. Memang agak aneh, tapi ya sudahlah. Namanya juga film :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice ending. Peperangan ala James Bond juga ada saat si mami dalam bahaya, disiksa oleh para komplotan pencuri. Satu-satu masuk rumah melalui kaca. Praaaaaaangg... Lucu juga. Dan akhirnyaaaa, si mami akhirnya jadi sama James Bondnya :) si Henry juga tetap setia donk pada Emily, partner setianya juga di FBI :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-6650366915821804613?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/6650366915821804613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=6650366915821804613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/6650366915821804613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/6650366915821804613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-moms-new-boyfriend-2008.html' title='My Mom&apos;s New Boyfriend (2008)'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SznfQNCCQKI/AAAAAAAAAYM/abOfanUQU4o/s72-c/MyMoms-NewBoyfriend-2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-7585192232091399048</id><published>2009-12-27T18:18:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T18:28:27.166+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><title type='text'>Sex and The City (2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SzdExmhreZI/AAAAAAAAAYE/mILp-cv_aHY/s1600-h/sex_and_the_city_lg_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 248px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SzdExmhreZI/AAAAAAAAAYE/mILp-cv_aHY/s320/sex_and_the_city_lg_poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419876295509768594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Film ini memang sudah agak lama. Tapi asik banget untuk ditonton. Yang namanya nangis sampe berkali-kali *grin* Hehehe... Maklum, ceritanya sangat romantis dan menyejukkan hati. Cocok banget buat wanita-wanita dari mana pun jua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi cerita intinya adalah persahabatan para pere-pere yang dianggotai oleh Carrie Bradshaw, Samantha Jones, Miranda Hobbes, dan Charlotte York. Persahabatan mereka perlu diacungi jempol walopun udah jadi emak-emak. Ceritanya berdurasi 2 jam 30 menitan. Memang agak lama, mungkin karena dari Sex and The City the series jadi Sex and The City movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gak bisa cerita terlalu banyak disini. Yang jelas, Carrie dan Mr. Big yg udah pacaran 10 tahun akhirnya nikah juga, walaupun di awal mereka gak jadi nikah karena Mr. Big takut untuk berkomitmen lagi. Samantha adalah seorang cewek yang cinta lelaki berondong dan juga suka bercinta. Hahaha.. kocak. Tapi emosi dialah yang paling terkontrol. Lalu ada Miranda, ibu satu anak yang super sibuk sampai-sampai suaminya dicuekin terus. Terakhir, ada Charlotte yang cantik dan penyayang. Pokoknya 4 orang yang berbeda-beda, tapi menyenangkan semua. Two thumbs up deh :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-7585192232091399048?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/7585192232091399048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=7585192232091399048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/7585192232091399048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/7585192232091399048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2009/12/sex-and-city-2008.html' title='Sex and The City (2008)'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SzdExmhreZI/AAAAAAAAAYE/mILp-cv_aHY/s72-c/sex_and_the_city_lg_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-7064072361194352179</id><published>2009-12-26T17:43:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T17:59:44.581+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><title type='text'>Confessions of a Shopaholic (2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SzXslmizE3I/AAAAAAAAAX8/GNtYugWVSEI/s1600-h/confessionsofashopaholic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 228px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SzXslmizE3I/AAAAAAAAAX8/GNtYugWVSEI/s320/confessionsofashopaholic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419497857356075890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Rebecca Bloomwood (Isla Fisher) adalah salah satu gadis di New York yang sangat tergila-gila dengan "shopping". Dia sama sekali gak bisa membuat kartu kreditnya yg disebut kartu ajaib itu nganggur. Alhasil, tagihannya benar-benar membludak. Parahnya, tidak hanya satu kartu kredit saja, tapi banyak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singkatnya, Rebecca mencari kerja dan akhirnya melamar kerja di suatu penerbit koran untuk menjadi penulis tentang accounting. Tentu saja dia bingung setengah mati karena dia sendiri bukanlah orang yang bisa berhemat. Ditambah lagi apesnya, saat si bos, Luke Brandon yang dimainkan oleh Hugh Dancy, mengetahui bahwa wanita yang ada di depannya ini adalah wanita yang mengambil antrian di counter burger hanya untuk menukarkan duit. Dan si Rebecca bilang kalau duit itu untuk membeli syal berwarna hijau untuk neneknya. Hehehe.. padahal sebetulnya syal itu untuk dia sendiri. Dan akhirnya ketahuan deh pas interview kerja. Tentu saja si bos tidak menerimanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entah kenapa, Luke sangat tertarik dengan tulisan yang dibuat Rebecca saat dia sedang mabuk bersama temannya. Tulisan itu di kirim oleh Rebecca lewat pos. Tapi dari situlah keberuntungan berpihak padanya. Dia diterima dan akhirnya menjadi penulis terkenal tentang bagaimana mengatur keuangan. Padahal sebetulnya, dia bukanlah seorang yang bisa menghemat. Tapi setidaknya, dia sudah mau mencoba ikut terapi dan menahan diri untuk tidak belanja. Tapi ending-nya, Rebecca akhirnya tidak lagi menjadi seorang wanita shopaholic setelah pengakuannya di salah satu TV shows. Di saat itu juga, seorang debt collector membabat habis si Rebecca. Tapi untungnya Rebecca orang yang bertanggung jawab. Gajinya dia gunakan untuk membayar hutang-hutangnya yang bejibun. Uniknya, dia membayar dengan uang koin. (Jadi ingat kasus Prita! Mungkin juga terinspirasi dari film ini kali yah...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada intinya, siapa saja bisa kok mengontrol apa yang kita beli. Harus bisa membedakan antara "ingin" dan "butuh". Happy watching, readers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-7064072361194352179?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/7064072361194352179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=7064072361194352179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/7064072361194352179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/7064072361194352179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2009/12/confessions-of-shopaholic-2009.html' title='Confessions of a Shopaholic (2009)'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SzXslmizE3I/AAAAAAAAAX8/GNtYugWVSEI/s72-c/confessionsofashopaholic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-3659112887970763159</id><published>2009-12-25T17:49:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T17:55:26.640+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy christmas'/><title type='text'>Rock Christmas ^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SzSZY0scUHI/AAAAAAAAAX0/SMQz39BChIc/s1600-h/xmas1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SzSZY0scUHI/AAAAAAAAAX0/SMQz39BChIc/s320/xmas1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419124903374508146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SzSZYowsHXI/AAAAAAAAAXs/z-utRBdmmTo/s1600-h/IMG1544Aedit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SzSZYowsHXI/AAAAAAAAAXs/z-utRBdmmTo/s320/IMG1544Aedit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419124900171095410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SzSZYXKaYzI/AAAAAAAAAXk/FleZRNM4ocU/s1600-h/IMG1529Aedit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SzSZYXKaYzI/AAAAAAAAAXk/FleZRNM4ocU/s320/IMG1529Aedit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419124895447147314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SzSZYOhXndI/AAAAAAAAAXc/d6GIoZnu5AE/s1600-h/IMG1521Aedit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SzSZYOhXndI/AAAAAAAAAXc/d6GIoZnu5AE/s320/IMG1521Aedit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419124893127515602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I wish you a very merry Christmas 2009 and a very happy New Year 2010! God bless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-3659112887970763159?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/3659112887970763159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=3659112887970763159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/3659112887970763159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/3659112887970763159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2009/12/rock-christmas.html' title='Rock Christmas ^^'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SzSZY0scUHI/AAAAAAAAAX0/SMQz39BChIc/s72-c/xmas1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-896817930072561664</id><published>2009-11-28T10:54:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T10:59:16.912+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><title type='text'>Happy 6th Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;November 28th, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;00:41 UngaTaygWi : Happy 6th anniversary dear. Love u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;07:20 WiTaygNga : Happy 6th anniversary too dear.lop u.muach...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Unga is singing Sarah Connor's song, Happy Anniversary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Since you came along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; My life has changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; I'm no longer insecure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; You took away my pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; You showed me love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Like I never knew before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; And though nothing's perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Another year with you's been worth it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; I thank god for you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; I believe in happily ever after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; There's no joy like the sound of your laughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; It seems that god has send me an angel to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; And in your arms is where I always wanna be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Happy anniversary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Happy anniversary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Life has given us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; The most amazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; And purest gift of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; On your darkest days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; I'll be the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; To help you find your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; And trough the years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; We'll keep on going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; I'll love you till my final moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Forever's meant for you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Onaaw69Q8aI"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Onaaw69Q8aI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-896817930072561664?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/896817930072561664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=896817930072561664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/896817930072561664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/896817930072561664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-6th-anniversary.html' title='Happy 6th Anniversary'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-8477377958972800164</id><published>2009-11-27T11:16:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T11:34:01.591+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><title type='text'>The Proposal (2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/Sw9Wm2FZw2I/AAAAAAAAAXU/QQ8S0RSuR8s/s1600/the_proposal_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/Sw9Wm2FZw2I/AAAAAAAAAXU/QQ8S0RSuR8s/s320/the_proposal_poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408636902848447330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Awal cerita hampir mirip dengan The Devil Wears Prada. Margaret, seorang editor yang galak dan ceplas ceplos, yang semua orang takut padanya, akan segera dideportasi ke tempat asalanya, Canada. Tentu saja dia tidak terima dengan itu semua, karena dia sedang menjabat sebagai editor kelas atas pada saat itu. Akhirnya dia berbohong kepada atasannya kalau dia akan segera menikahi asistennya, Andrew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Mengapa dia mengatakan akan menikah? Karena dengan menikahi Andrew, Margaret akan tetap tinggal di New York dan tetap menjadi editor yang disegani oleh semua karyawan. Jelas saja Andrew menjadi pusing tujuh keliling dengan pernyataan Margaret. Apalagi, Margaret mengatakan hal itu tanpa beban dan tanpa akan terjadi apa-apa. Andrew juga tidak bodoh, dia langsung membuat "deal", kalau Margaret ingin menikah dengannya, Andrew mau jika dia diangkat sebagai editor juga. Awalnya Margaret tidak mau. Tapi karena Andrew mengancam dia akan keluar, akhirnya Margaret mau juga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Di depan gedung, setelah mereka ditanyakan tentang hal pernikahan mereka dan tentang alasan mereka menikah, Andrew ingin melihat Margaret melamarnya, dannn.... "on your knee". Hahaha... Lucu, sesuatu yang tidak biasa, karena wanita yang melamar pria. Banyak juga hal-hal lucu lainnya saat Margaret harus ikut Andrew ke Sitka, Alaska, untuk mendatangi ulang tahun nenek Andrew. Di sana, Margaret sebetulnya tidak betah karena keluarga Andrew yang aneh. Tapi Margaret semakin lama semakin sadar bahwa sepertinya kejadian menikah tidak akan terjadi. Margaret tidak sanggup melihat Andrew tersiksa seperti ini. Hahaha... Lebay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Puncaknya ada di pernikahan, sekaligus perayaan ulang tahun untuk Gammy yang ke 89. Margaret akhirnya berkata jujur sejujurnya di depan para saksi dan orang tua Andrew. Dia akhirnya rela untuk dideportasi. Tapi tidak dengan Gammy dan Andrew. Gammy punya rencana yang konyol, sampai-sampai dia harus pura-pura pingsan. Di dalam pesawat pribadi, saat Gammy akan dibawa ke rumah sakit, Gammy tiba-tiba terbangun dan mengatakan bahwa itu semua tadi bohongan. Gammy ingin Andrew langsung cepat-cepat ke airport, agar Andrew dapat mengatakan bahwa dia mencintai atasannya itu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Sebetulnya cerita tentang kedekatan Margaret dan Andrew seperti ada yang janggal. Mereka baru sebentar mengenal, tapi Andrew bisa langsung jatuh cinta. Mungkin karena setiap hari bertemu, jadinya lama-lama timbullah cinta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Saat Margaret sedang mengemas-ngemas barang-barangnya di kantornya, Andrew datang dan akhirnya langsung mengutarakan cintanya. Di situ juga Andrew melamar Margaret, teman-teman kantornya menjadi saksi cinta mereka berdua. So sweet... Akhirnya, mereka tetap saja di periksa lagi di gedung untuk mengurus pernikahan mereka. Tapi ternyata itu hanya game show. Hehehe... Nice movie. Entertaining me at midnight. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-8477377958972800164?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/8477377958972800164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=8477377958972800164' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/8477377958972800164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/8477377958972800164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2009/11/proposal-2009.html' title='The Proposal (2009)'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/Sw9Wm2FZw2I/AAAAAAAAAXU/QQ8S0RSuR8s/s72-c/the_proposal_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-4955587992557397468</id><published>2009-11-27T10:58:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T11:16:24.648+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><title type='text'>Christmas Carol (2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/Sw9SfUK7ZaI/AAAAAAAAAXM/byckA16fdZs/s1600/christmas-carol-poster-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/Sw9SfUK7ZaI/AAAAAAAAAXM/byckA16fdZs/s320/christmas-carol-poster-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408632375439222178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Film ini adalah remake dari novel tahun 1843 yang dibuat oleh Charles Dickens. Ceritanya benar-benar menarik dan banyak sekali pesan moral yang bisa diambil. Dulu waktu jaman masih ambil mata kuliah, ada salah satu mata kuliah bernama Book Report. Ibu dosen menawarkan juga novel ini untuk dibaca oleh mahasiswa-mahasiswanya. Tapi sayang sekali, buku itu termasuk dikategorikan tebal dibanding yang lainnya, jadi saya tidak memilih buku itu untuk dibaca dan dijadikan paper. Nyesel sih, tapi karena sudah ada filmnya, malah jadi kepingin membacanya. Mumpun gak disuruh buat papernya. Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bercerita tentang seorang lelaki yang sudah tua bernama Ebenezer Scrooge. Dia bisa dibilang tidak suka Hari Natal. Karena menurutnya, Hari Natal seharusnya sama saja dengan hari-hari lain. Tetap bekerja dan menghasilkan uang. Kalau kita kelewatan satu hari hanya untuk bersenang-senang dan berfoya-foya, kita akan mendapatkan kerugian. Memang benar, memang nyata bahwa Scrooge sangat ambisius untuk mendapatkan uang. Tapi agaknya cara dia bersikap seperti itu, terutama bersikap kepada orang lain, menampakkan bahwa dia orang yang sebetulnya tersingkir dari masyarakat. Padahal dia selalu menyingkirkan orang-orang miskin dan kaum papa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di malam sebelum natal, dia didatangi oleh hantu berantai. Roh itu mengatakan bahwa akan ada tiga roh yang membawanya "berjalan-jalan". Ternyata benar, ada tiga roh yang mendatanginya, yaitu Roh Masa Lalu, Roh Masa Sekarang, dan Roh Masa Depan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saat masa lalu, ternyata Ebenezer memang anak yang suka sendiri dan sering murung. Mungkin karena faktor ayahnya yang keras. Sesudah remaja, dia mengenal seorang wanita yang begitu anggun dan cantik dan akhirnya menikahlah mereka. Tapi suatu saat, wanita itu meninggalkannya karena Ebenezer terlalu "money-addict". Ebenezer sedih dan meratapi nasibnya. Sehingga komplitlah semuanya. Dia merasa memang sepertinya dia lebih baik hidup sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada masa sekarang, dilihatkanlah Ebenezer terhadap malam natal dengan orang-orang terdekatnya. Seperti pegawainya yang setia, Bob Cratchit, saat mengadakan pesta makan kalkun sekeluarga. Bob memberikan "cheers" kepada Ebenezer. Lalu keponakan laki-lakinya yang periang, juga memberikan "cheers" kepada pamannya. Ebenezer sebetulnya tidak menyangka kalau sebenarnya orang-orang yang ada di dekatnya justru sangat perhatian dan menyayanginya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada masa depan, Ebenezer dikejar-kejar oleh kudanya Roh Masa Depan. Di saat itu, Bob menangis tersedu-sedu karena mendengar berita bahwa bosnya meninggal. Ternyata yang meninggal adalah Ebenezer. Ebenezer merasa takut dan memohon-mohon kepada Roh Masa Depan, agar dia tetap hidup dan akan memperbaiki semua situasi yang ada. Akhirnya, diberi kesempatan juga si lelaki tua ini untuk hidup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah bangun dari mimpi "jalan-jalannya", Ebenezer keluar rumah dan menyapa semua orang yang ada di kota itu. Hampir semua menganggap Ebenezer gila, karena dia seperti tidak melakukan apa yang biasa dia lakukan. Tapi beberapa orang menjadi mengerti, Ebenezer bersikap seperti itu karena memang sesuatu telah mengubahnya menjadi lebih baik. Bukankah kalau ada orang berbuat semakin baik, harus kita syukuri? =) Makanya, jangan sia-siakan hidup ini. Tebarkan kasih sayang dan cinta di mana-mana. Jangan sampai menyesal dan harus dikejar-kejar oleh Roh Masa Depan kalau tidak mau seperti Ebenezer ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-4955587992557397468?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/4955587992557397468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=4955587992557397468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/4955587992557397468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/4955587992557397468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2009/11/christmas-carol.html' title='Christmas Carol (2009)'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/Sw9SfUK7ZaI/AAAAAAAAAXM/byckA16fdZs/s72-c/christmas-carol-poster-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-2124265297034291673</id><published>2009-11-26T20:52:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T21:05:31.664+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><title type='text'>Hotel for Dogs (2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/Sw6LHLDNGRI/AAAAAAAAAXE/U8-CaOT7QDI/s1600/953563919.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/Sw6LHLDNGRI/AAAAAAAAAXE/U8-CaOT7QDI/s320/953563919.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408413157860120850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;This is a great movie!!! Benar-benar film yang sangat menghibur. Dua kali berturut-turut menonton film yang berkaitan dengan anjing. Memang gak ada habisnya deh. I love dog, tapi tidak seperti anak-anak remaja yang satu ini. Awalnya hanya antara kakak dan adik saja, Andi dan adiknya. Mereka punya misi untuk menyelamatkan anjing-anjing yang terlantar. Bagi mereka, anjing-anjing itu tidak layak dan tidak pantas untuk tinggal di tempat seperti panti asuhannya anjing yang ternyata di sana pun diperlakukan secara semena-mena oleh petugasnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awalnya hanya kakak adik, lalu ditambah lelaki tampan, Dave yang suka pada Andi. Lalu ditambah lagi cewek negro yang sebetulnya naksir dengan Dave. Ditambah lagi si anak penjual hot dog yang akhirnya juga jatuh cinta pada si cewek negro. Inti dari cerita ini, mereka benar-benar menyelamatkan para anjing yang terperangkap ataupun yang berkeliaran di kota tersebut dan membawanya ke gedung tua yang sudah tidak berpenghuni. Di tempat itulah, dijadikanlah sebagai markas mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berhubung adik Andi adalah anak yang pintar, dia membuat semua peralatan untuk makan, pipis, buang air besar, mandi, dan lain-lainl. Hal-hal yang tidak mungkin dan tidak wajar, akan terlihat di film ini. Lucu rasanya kalau dilihat. Saking sayangnya pun, mereka membuat daftar nama untuk setiap anjingnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi sayang sekali, di hampir di akhir cerita, mereka ketahuan kalau mengungsikan anjing-anjing liar di tempat itu. Tapi Bernie, agen sosial yang mengurusi Andi dan adiknya (secara mereka anak yatim piatu), membela anak-anak ini. Bernie mengatakan bahwa mereka menjalani ini semua karena mereka cinta dan suka. Jadi apa yang salah dengan mereka? Dari situ, petugas penertiban anjing liar mati kutu dan tidak bisa berbuat apa-apa. Gedung tua itu akhirnya disulap lagi menjadi hotel untuk para anjing. What a good ending!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-2124265297034291673?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/2124265297034291673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=2124265297034291673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/2124265297034291673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/2124265297034291673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2009/11/hotel-for-dogs-2009.html' title='Hotel for Dogs (2009)'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/Sw6LHLDNGRI/AAAAAAAAAXE/U8-CaOT7QDI/s72-c/953563919.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-8266105530258450893</id><published>2009-11-26T20:30:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T20:45:39.063+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><title type='text'>Marley and Me (2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/Sw6GVf5PK7I/AAAAAAAAAW8/J4FPtntp6yg/s1600/marley-me-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 264px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/Sw6GVf5PK7I/AAAAAAAAAW8/J4FPtntp6yg/s320/marley-me-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408407906415487922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Dimulai dengan kisah a fresh couple yang baru saja menikah, lalu memutuskan untuk hidup bersama di sebuah rumah sederhana. John Grogan (Owen Wilson) dan Jenny (Jennifer Anniston), yang keduanya adalah sesama reporter, bisa dibilang mereka masih ingin berdua dulu. Sebetulnya bukan karena mereka tidak ingin punya anak, tapi karena daftar impian yang harus mereka raih termasuk kompleks dan banyak. Sampai suatu saat, John punya ide untuk memberikan Jenny hadiah seeokor anak anjing. Anjing Labrador jantan ini akhirnya dibeli oleh mereka dan diberi nama Marley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marley anjing yang pintar tapi juga nakal, cakadidi kalau bahasa Papua, seperti cacing kepanasan. Tidak bisa diam alias hiperaktif, suka makan, lari-lari, mengambil barang orang, pokoknya nakal dan bisa membuat penonton sebel melihatnya. Tapi justru karena itulah John dan Jenny sangat menyayanginya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hingga akhirnya mereka memutuskan untuk punya anak. Dua anak saja sudah membuat mereka pusing bukan kepalang. Jenny memutuskan untuk jadi housewife, sedangkan John tetap bekerja. Belum lagi memikirkan anjingnya yang nakal itu. Jenny terlanjur emosi dan marah-marah kepada John, agar anjing itu diusir saja. Tentu John tidak tega. Dititipkannyalah ke tempat sahabatnya, yang juga reporter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai John dan Jenny akhirnya mempunyai anak 3, anak-anaknya juga menjadi sangat dekat dengan Marley. Kedekatan dan kasih sayang itu akan jelas terlihat pada saat Marley mengalami masa tua dan sakit-sakitan. Di akhir cerita, Marley akhirnya mati dan dikubur di depan rumah baru mereka. Satu keluarga merasa sangat sedih dan merasa kehilangan. Tapi bagaimanapun juga, Marley tetaplah Marley. Anjing yang nakal, yang sebetulnya sangat peka terhadap perasaan orang-orang yang merawatnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Film ini termasuk bagus dan menyentuh. Terutama untuk Anda-anda yang benar-benar mencintai anjing, you have to watch this movie. Tapi yang saya sayangkan, kenapa John terlihat lebih menyayangi anjingnya dibanding ketiga anaknya. Yang lebih disayangkan, hal itu tidak dipermasalahkan oleh Jenny. Tapi ya saya juga gak bisa komentar sembarangan, karena toh Jenny juga sangat mencintai Marley. Toh judulnya saja "Marley&amp;amp;Me". Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-8266105530258450893?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/8266105530258450893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=8266105530258450893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/8266105530258450893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/8266105530258450893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2009/11/marley-and-me.html' title='Marley and Me (2008)'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/Sw6GVf5PK7I/AAAAAAAAAW8/J4FPtntp6yg/s72-c/marley-me-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-6797502200611116325</id><published>2009-11-25T22:49:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T20:45:57.821+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><title type='text'>The Ugly Truth (2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/Sw1XhAoBq7I/AAAAAAAAAW0/D0OOeWfEYwg/s1600/the-ugly-truth-movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/Sw1XhAoBq7I/AAAAAAAAAW0/D0OOeWfEYwg/s320/the-ugly-truth-movie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408074952157014962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Kisah Abby Richter, seorang produser wanita yang mengimpi-impikan pasangan yang perfect. Di dalam film ini, Abby terlihat seperti wanita yang terlalu sempurna, tapi kenyataannya tidak seperti yang orang-orang bayangkan. Dia selalu gagal untuk mendapatkan lelaki yang "sreg" di hatinya, mungkin juga karena banyak maunya. Tapi ada sesuatu hal yang membuat Abby menjadi wanita yang dikagumi oleh dokter pria yang tampan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Chadway adalah seorang lelaki yang menyebalkan dan mempunyai acara "Ugly Truth". Dia bak artis terkenal atau paranormal terpercaya yang bisa mengobati ataupun memberi solusi pada setiap orang tentang masalah percintaan, termasuk Abby. Atasan Abby menjadi sangat tertarik dengan gaya dan pembawaannya saat dia menjadi host di shownya sendiri. Hal itulah yang membuat Mike di tarik menjadi artis yang dibawahi oleh Abby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebetulnya Abby tidak suka dengan cara Mike membawa acara tersebut, tapi rating berkata lain. Abby harus merelakan shownya yang sudah dia perjuangkan selama bertahun-tahun hilang seketika. Tapi kemudian, hanya karena Abby ingin merebut hati dokter tampan tersebut, Abby membuat kesepakatan dengan Mike, kalau Abby mau menjadi produser professional untuk Mike, jika Mike membantunya untuk menarik perhatian dokter tampan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ternyata gaya dan solusi Mike sangat membantu Abby untuk mendapatkan si dokter tampan. Sekedar bertelponan bahkan kencan bersama pun sudah mereka lewati. Tapi pada saat-saat Mike membantu Abby, sepertinya dia menemukan yang beda dari Abby. Ternyata dia juga mencintai Abby. Ada scene dimana scene itu membuat penonton gregetan. Di saat Abby dan Mike merayakan kebesarannya di luar kota, si dokter tampan menyusul Abby. Mike pun mendatangi kamar Abby setelah mereka berciuman di depan lift. Tapi sungguh mengecewakan, karena yang membuka kamarnya adalah si dokter tampan. Abby bukannya senang kalau dokter tampannya itu datang, tapi Abby malah bingung dan merasa, sepertinya bukan ini orangnya. Akhirnya Abby berbicara baik-baik pada dokter tampan, bahwa semua itu bukan dirinya. Tapi semua itu adalah tipu daya dan cara dari Mike Chadway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karena alasan itu, Mike akhirnya mengundurkan diri dari acara shownya. Di situ, scenenya kurang bagus dan mendukung. Scenenya mengambil tempat di balon udara, dan di situ juga Abby malah yang menggantikan posisi Mike sebagai host. Tapi tentu saja dengan caranya yang berbeda. Caranya dia yang blak-blakan dan mengatakan bahwa Mike is chicken. Tentu saja Mike tanpa pikir panjang langsung datang ke tempat syuting, kemudian malah ikut naik di balon udara. Perdebatan di mulai dan disaksikan oleh semua penonton di rumah, karena kamera tetap on saat mereka bermarahan sekaligus berbaikan dan saling jujur bahwa mereka saling cinta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cerita film ini lumayan asik, hanya saja terlalu banyak percakapan jadi bisa membuat orang bosan mendengarnya. Lucu juga karena penonton pasti suka dan gemes melihat tingkah laku Gerard Butler (Mike Chadway) yang memang tampan dan blak-blakan. It's good for single men and women who do not have your soulmate yet :) Love can't be forced. Love will come in its time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-6797502200611116325?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/6797502200611116325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=6797502200611116325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/6797502200611116325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/6797502200611116325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2009/11/ugly-truth.html' title='The Ugly Truth (2009)'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/Sw1XhAoBq7I/AAAAAAAAAW0/D0OOeWfEYwg/s72-c/the-ugly-truth-movie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-3851932894532761200</id><published>2009-11-11T22:12:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T22:16:58.818+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>I Will Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8293e807d8e355ff" 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-8842995599759312513</id><published>2009-11-11T22:05:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T22:12:16.449+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>I Will Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9d30171db834313c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=8842995599759312513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/8842995599759312513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/8842995599759312513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-will-part-1.html' title='I Will Part 1'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-203158132986871074</id><published>2009-11-07T22:11:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T22:22:45.673+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='argument'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whatever....'/><title type='text'>So What?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;So what gitu looooooooh....!!! (Rasanya kalimat itu sudah jarang skali saya dengar, karena kebanyakan anak-anak jaman sekarang lebih cenderung untuk bilang kata "lebay").&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;So what gitu looooooooh kalo udah pake baju-baju bermerk dan mahal???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;So what gitu looooooooh pamer-pamerin kelebihan pacar ke orang lain???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;So what gitu looooooooh kalo udah tajir dan punya segalanya???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;So what gitu looooooooh kalo udah punya hape mahal dan gede-gede???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; So what gitu looooooooh kalo udah naik motor gede yang katanya biar dibilang keren???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;So what gitu looooooooh kalo punya rumah segede istana???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;So what gitu looooooooh kalo duit yang ada di dompet berjuta-juta???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;So what gitu looooooooh kalo pinter tapi ternyata dasarnya congkak???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;So what gitu looooooooh..................................... bla bla bla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I think you all have to think twice to do something. Everything which is "wah", not always good and not always "wah"! So, it's better to be yourself, not anyone else.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I really hate those "WAH" people.&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/38819097407639959-203158132986871074?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/203158132986871074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=203158132986871074' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/203158132986871074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/203158132986871074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-what.html' title='So What?'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-3279470684257342535</id><published>2009-11-04T21:15:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T20:46:23.467+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><title type='text'>Cloudy with A Chance of Meatballs (2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SvGWoxJwewI/AAAAAAAAAWs/r2Y-5qEnxJM/s1600-h/cloudy-with-a-chance-of-meatballs-movie-links.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 243px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SvGWoxJwewI/AAAAAAAAAWs/r2Y-5qEnxJM/s320/cloudy-with-a-chance-of-meatballs-movie-links.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400263055327132418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Film 3 dimensi ini memang sangat diminati banyak orang, dari kalangan yang kecil-kecil maupun yang sudah tua-tua, alias menemani anak-anaknya untuk menonton. Film animasi ini memang sungguh punya imajinasi yang kuat dan besar. Kalau dipikir secara logika, mungkin orang tidak akan percaya kalau hal "aneh" seperti itu akan terjadi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Flint Lockwood, seorang ilmuwan yang ada di pelosok negri nun jauh di sana, Fallow Land (kalau gak salah), selalu ingin menciptakan sesuatu yang baru. Mulai dari hair un-balder, ratbirds, remote control, translation monkey, sampai yang terakhir food maker. Keterampilan dan kerja kerasnya harus diacungi jempol, karena dari kecil, saat ibunya masih ada, dia sudah dinobatkan oleh ibunya kalau besarnya akan menjadi seorang ilmuwan yang hebat dan bisa membuat sesuatu yang hebat di negrinya. Kata-kata ibunya menjadi pendukung dan motivasinya untuk lebih giat dalam menciptakan sesuatu, walaupun gagal sekalipun. Dia tidak pernah menyerah dan pada akhirnya, memang berhasil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun berhasil sekalipun, dia selalu dinasihati oleh Ayahnya. Sebetulnya sang ayah ingin sekali anaknya meneruskan pekerjaan yang sudah berpuluh-puluh tahun ia jalankan, yaitu menjadi penjual makanan, sardines. Usutnya, negri itu dari dahulu kala yang terkenal hanya sardines. Semua orang hanya makan sardines. Dari situlah, Flint mendapatkan ide untuk membuat food maker, hanya dengan menuangkan a glass of water di dalam food maker yang dia buat sendiri di ruangan aneh di atas rumahnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kejadian sukses tersebut tidak akan terjadi bila Pak Satpam, Earl, mengejar Flint karena dia melakukan segala sesuatu yang aneh dan tidak biasanya. Akhirnya food maker tersebut meledak dan terbang seperti roket yang bebas melayang di udara. Karena hal tersebut, Flint jadi dibenci banyak orang. Akibat tangan usilnya dan gelagatnya yang aneh, bencana muncul, namun bencana bagi orang-orang sekitarnya. Tidak lama kemudian, hasil kerja keras Flint datang dan memberi berkat ke semua orang. Cheese burgers berjatuhan dari langit. Secara kontras, langsunglah Flint menjadi idola setiap orang karena telah menciptakan makanan lain, selain sardines. Ada jelly untuk Sam, wanita nerd pembawa berita yang membuat Flint jatuh cinta kepadanya. Ada ice cream untuk anak Earl saat ulang tahun. Ada steak, hotdog, pizza, buah-buahan, spaghetti, dan kawan-kawannya. Saking banyaknya order dari warga, food maker ini kewalahan dan makin lama hasilnya semakin membesar. Sebetulnya Flint tau kalau makanan-makanan yang jatuh dari langit semakin besar, itu pertanda bahwa tidak akan baik. Ayahnya untuk yang kesekian kalinya sudah memperingatkan dan menasihati. Tapi Flint sebal juga karena dia merasa, Ayahnya seperti tidak mengerti apa yang diinginkan Flint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flint tetap saja menulis order dari warga. Dia menjalankan itu karena dia bekerja dengan Mayor dan dia ingin sekali menjadi orang yang dicintai dan diidolakan oleh semua orang di seluruh dunia. Hari yang dinanti-nantikan tiba. Flint menggunting pita di depan orang-orang dari seluruh dunia. Flint benar-benar menjadi idola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi alur cerita menjadi lebih kontras. Saat itu juga, negri itu dilanda makanan-makanan raksasa. Sam membantu Flint dengan gaya nerd-nya. Akhirnya, Flint menjadi orang yang dibenci dan dimaki lagi. Tapi Earl membela Flint untuk menyelesaikan masalah yang ia buat. Akhirnya, Flint pergi bersama Sam, Baby Brent, dan Many. Mereka menjadi satu tim yang kompak untuk menyelesaikan masalah food maker tersebut dengan membawa roket milik Flint dan ciptaan Flint sendiri. Di atas sana, ternyata food maker yang ditutupi oleh awan ungu tersebut sudah menjadi seperti bakso besar yang mengerikan. Dengan petualangan sana sini yang cukup lebay (kata wikan) dan cukup atau malah tidak terlalu menegangkan, tapi lucu, Flint menyemprotkan sesuatu yang benar-benar membuat barang menjadi kaku permanen ke arah food maker. Akhirnya semua selesai. Semua terbereskan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saat pulang ke negrinya lagi, orang-orang mencintai Flint lagi. Tapi tidak seperti Ayah Flint. Dia sangat sabar dan emosinya tidak labil seperti warga yang ada di negri itu. Tapi sayang sekali, Ayah Flint sering sekali menutup diri dan tidak bisa berbicara apa-apa kepada Flint. Flint yang memang pintar dan jenius, langsung menempelkan translator di dada ayahnya, lalu secara otomatis, yang ada di dalam hati ayahnya terucap sudah. Ayah Flint sangat bangga kepada Flint, begitu juga sebaliknya, karena pada akhirnya Ayah Flint sangat mendukung Flint dalam hal sciencenya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filmnya sangat kuat. Menyentuh dan cocok untuk keluarga, apalagi keluarga muda. Diceritakan dengan imajinasi yang tinggi, tapi sebetulnya kejadian di lingkungan itu sering terjadi di lingkungan kita sendiri. Tiba-tiba cinta, tiba-tiba benci. Bukan mendukung yang baik, tapi dengan mudah langsung men-judge orang lain. Yah.. mungkin begitulah hidup. Begitu susahnya meyakinkan orang lain, kalau sebetulnya kita ini bisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-3279470684257342535?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/3279470684257342535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=3279470684257342535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/3279470684257342535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/3279470684257342535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2009/11/cloudy-with-chance-of-meatballs.html' title='Cloudy with A Chance of Meatballs (2009)'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SvGWoxJwewI/AAAAAAAAAWs/r2Y-5qEnxJM/s72-c/cloudy-with-a-chance-of-meatballs-movie-links.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-5462567055697595283</id><published>2009-10-18T09:07:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T22:28:04.110+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='argument'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whatever....'/><title type='text'>A Very Non-Tragic Love Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"Ela...! Kita bakalan dapet PJ!", kata seorang sahabatku, Sisca, sambil membuka pintu kosnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hah? Maksudnya?", jawabku seolah tak mengerti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Iya, kita bakal dapet PJ. Coba aja tebak. Tuh orangnya ada di dalem kamar...", kata Sisca sambil tersenyum renyah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Apa? Maksudmu Anti???", kagetku mendadak muncul dan Sisca menambah kerenyahan dalam senyumnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidak lama kemudian, aku langsung bergegas ke kamar kos Sisca yang lumayan besar, tapi juga lumayan sempit. There are too much things =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anti!!! Aku bakalan dapet PJ nih??? Critain donk!!! Siapa lelaki itu???", teriakku sedikit lebay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aduuhh, iya Eloy (begitu cara mereka menyapaku). Aku harus ngulang ceritanya lagi nih?", jawab Anti ragu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya iyalaaaahh... aku belum denger langsung dari kamu!", tegasku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari situ, cerita kasih dimulai. Awalnya hanya karena Anti dan lelaki ini, panggil saja Ory, ada dalam satu internet cafe a.k.a warnet. Ory mungkin terpesona dengan wajah Anti yang lugu, postur Anti yang imut, dan gaya Anti yang cuek bebek tapi sebetulnya ada ketegasan dan keanggunan yang terpancar dari auranya *ceileeh... Mulailah Ory mengajak mengobrol lewat fasilitas yang memang biasanya diberikan oleh setiap warnet, yaitu chat antara box ke box lainnya. Dari cerita Anti, aku bisa menangkap kalau Anti sangat suka dengan kata-kata Ory, hingga akhirnya Ory memberi nomor teleponnya kepada Anti. Sebetulnya saat itu, hatiku sudah gundah gulana, karena ternyata eh ternyata, Anti juga sedikit agresif, dengan meng-sms Ory di kemudian hari. Karena mendapat tanggapan yang cukup positif, mulailah Ory juga berjalan dengan cukup agresif.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ory mengajak bertemu lagi di kemudian hari, tentu saja di warnet. Kemudian Ory mengajak Anti untuk pergi ke suatu tempat, untuk mengobrol. Ory memang agresif, dia ingin tempat yang sepi. Tentu saja Anti takut, pertama karena tempat sepi itu berbahaya dan kedua karena dia sedang berhadapan dengan orang yang baru ia kenal. Keputusan yang baik sebetulnya dan aku hargai itu. Akhirnya, Ory mengalah dan mereka pergi ke suatu tempat makan yang memang cukup ramai (tapi sama saja, karena pas pada hari libur lebaran, tempat makan itu hanya ada mereka berdua, hihihi). Di sana mereka bercengkarama, Anti, sahabatku bercerita &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ngalor ngidul&lt;/span&gt; dan terlihat sangat senang, bahagia, dan bangga. Tentu saja, sampai di cerita ini pun, aku juga masih ikut merasa kebahagiaannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pendekatan tersebut memang terasa lumrah-lumrah saja, karena mereka baru kenal dan akhirnya bercerita tentang latar belakang mereka dan keluarga mereka. Contohnya seperti kisah lalu tentang cinta, pekerjaan, kuliah, hobi, keluarga, saudara, yaaa paling tidak masih pertanyaan-pertanyaan yang dianggap wajar. Entah keduanya saling bercerita dengan jujur atau tidak, kita semua tidak tahu. Benar bukan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keesokan harinya, Anti diajak menonton film di bioskop. Sebelumnya, Anti minta diantarkan ke poliklinik. Kalau mendengar dari cerita Anti, memang sepertinya ini lelaki baik-baik. Tapi entah kalau ada udang di balik batu. Semua itu belum terbongkar. Oh ya, dengan mendengar ceritanya sampai di titik ini, Anti juga sudah mulai terpesona dengan si lelaki ini. Aku lupa, kejadian yang aku pikir klimaksnya ini terjadi pada hari yang sama setelah menonton, atau keesokan harinya. Yang jelas, di hari itu juga, Ory berkelakuan seperti cheetah yang berlari kencang memburu mangsanya. Dia langsung mengutarakan isi hatinya kepada Anti, mungkin Anti akan menjadi yang terakhir dalam hidupnya. Sampai-sampai Ory berjanji tidak akan mengecewakan Anti dan akan ikut agama Anti (berhubung mereka berbeda agama). Wow! Aku benar-benar terkecoh, karena aku pikir ini adalah klimaks dari cerita ini. Tapi ternyata, ini adalah &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kick-off&lt;/span&gt; nya, di mana permasalah pertama muncul, dan nanti akan ada permasalahan-permasalahan lainnya. Anti langsung menerima cinta Ory sepenuh hati tanpa ragu. How come??? Batinku menjerit demikian. Ohh, mungkin ini yang disebut &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"love at the first sight"&lt;/span&gt;. Tapi aku sendiri ragu, apa benar? Karena Ory terlalu berjalan dengan cepat, bukan seperti beban, bukan seperti janji, bukan seperti cinta yang tulus. Dengan sigap Ory langsung mencium kening dan bibir Anti. Dan tahukah Anda itu terjadi di mana? Di warnet saudara-saudara! Apakah itu cinta? Mungkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entah mengapa aku merasakan sesuatu yang tidak enak di hati ini, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bad feeling&lt;/span&gt;. Apakah ada sesuatu yang tidak beres? Ahh... mungkin hanya perasaanku saja. Tetapi pada saat aku berbagi dengan sahabat-sahabatku, ternyata mereka merasakan perasaan yang sama. Dari situ kita mengusut sebetulnya siapa sih sang lelaki penakluk sahabat kita ini? Googling, Friendstering, Facebooking, Phoning, semua kita lakukan. Dan ternyata benar, anak ini memang sungguh pembohong dan pengkhianat. Salah satu sahabatku, Surya, benar-benar ngebet untuk mencari tahu keberadaan Ory. Dialah yang mencari tahu tentang seluk beluk Ory. Hingga suatu hari, belum ada seminggu setelah Anti jadian dengan Ory (dan pada saat ini Ory sedang berada di luar kota), salah satu temanku, Adit, meneleponku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eloy, kamu ada di mana? Anti nangis-nangis, aku bingung harus gimana", katanya panik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aku lagi di jalan, Dit. Emangnya kenapa kok bisa nangis-nangis gitu?", jawabku juga ikut panik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Katanya Ory sakit keras dan hidupnya gak akan lama lagi. Aku bingung, antara percaya dan gak percaya...", jawabnya putus asa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wah.. kalau aku malah gak percaya 100%, Dit. Aku takutnya itu hanya alasan dia dan cara dia biar gak ketemu lagi dengan Anti", jawabku tegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Iya benar. Aku juga berpikir seperti itu. Ya sudah, nanti kalau kamu ada waktu, kamu datang ke sini ya", kata Adit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oke, kalau aku bisa ya, Dit", jawabku ragu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aneh sekali lelaki itu. Baru saja mendekat, tiba-tiba sudah menjauh. Dan kejadian itu tidak hanya sekali itu saja, tapi berkali-kali. Dan sepertinya banyak sekali kejadian-kejadian yang tidak masuk akal, dan tidak bisa aku terima begitu saja. Kasihan Anti. Persetan dengan Ory. Satu per satu cerita yang tadinya aku juga percaya, musnah begitu saja. Tapi yang membuat aku masih bertahan tidak mencemooh lelaki ini, kenapa bisa dia menceritakan hal-hal yang sedetail itu? Seperti latar belakangnya, sekolahnya dulu, pekerjaannya sekarang, alamat kakaknya, tempat tinggal orang tuanya, dan lain-lain. Bohong atau bagaimana, aku pun juga tidak mengerti dan tidak dapat memahaminya. Yang aku tahu, kalau ada orang yang seperti itu denganku, aku malahan membalas menggodanya hingga dia benar-benar jatuh cinta denganku, dan aku tidak peduli jika aku menelantarkannya. Hahaha... *devil laugh:mode on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi tidak dengan Anti. Sepertinya dia benar-benar jatuh cinta pada lelaki ini dan bingung harus bagaimana. Dia seperti selalu melakukan apa yang Ory mau. Dia seperti sudah terkena tipu daya muslihat dari Ory. Dia seperti benar-benar cinta mati. Anti terlalu banyak berharap di sisi ini. Dan aku tidak suka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan di sinilah klimaks dari cerita ini. Aku, Sisca, dan Surya berduyung-duyung datang ke kos Anti. Membeberkan semua fakta dan semua aibnya. Mendukung Anti dari masalah ini. Menghasut Anti agar tidak tertipu lagi. Dan yang paling utama dariku adalah merayu Anti agar tidak pergi ke rumah orang tua Ory, yang notabene di luar pulau dan jauh dari pulau kami. Bisa-bisanya Anti masih membela Ory. Tapi aku maklum, karena kalau aku jadi Anti pun, aku pasti bingung. Antara memilih pacar atau memilih sahabat. Tapi setidaknya, tujuanku dan sahabat-sahabatku hanya untuk menyadarkan Anti. Hanya untuk membuat Anti bisa berpikir secara logika. Tidakkah aneh seorang manusia yang sedang sakit parah di luar kota dan hampir mau mati di hari pertama dan di hari kedua dia bisa dengan gagahnya (walaupun dibuat seperti sakit) mendatangi pacarnya di kota yang berbeda dan nampak seperti tidak ada apa-apa? Kalau dipikir secara logika, memang tidak mungkin. Walaupun dia kucing-kucingan dari dokternya, dia pasti tidak kuat kalau disuruh berjalan atau bepergian. Secara, sakit parah dan sudah mau mati!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anda tahu bukan? Setelah klimaks, biasanya cerita akan turun dan biasa-biasa saja? Begitu juga dengan kisah cinta ini. Terakhir aku mendengar cerita, Ory sudah meninggal di Singapura. Ketika Sisca dan Surya menceritakan tentang kisah ini, sepertinya mereka datar-datar saja. Biasa saja menghadapinya. Bahkan Sisca masih saja tertawa renyah seperti saat pertama kali dia bilang bahwa kita akan dapat PJ. Begitu juga denganku. Aku hanya bisa menggeleng kepalaku dan tersenyum. Senyumku kecut dan senyumku dendam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-5462567055697595283?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/5462567055697595283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=5462567055697595283' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/5462567055697595283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/5462567055697595283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2009/10/very-non-tragic-love-story.html' title='A Very Non-Tragic Love Story'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-1793847046790173285</id><published>2009-10-04T23:12:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T23:16:17.696+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling'/><title type='text'>Thanks God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Rasanya kok selalu ingin bersyukur punya orang-orang yang hebat di sekitarku, walau sebetulnya mereka juga punya kekurangan. Tapi dari itu semua, aku belajar untuk selalu melihat positifnya. Aku bangga untuk jadi diriku, dan lebih bangga karena aku ada di sekitar mereka. Mereka yang hebat, mereka yang mengajariku banyak hal. Dan yang paling utama, aku sangat bangga karena aku punya Tuhan yang sangat sayang padaku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Thanks God for everything you give to me. Even it is bad or good, i'll accept it. Because I learn from everything which happened to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Trimakasih tayang, mami, papi, gora, tiara, gibran, sahabat-sahabatku yang selalu setia dan tidak bosan mendengar keluh kesahku. Love you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-1793847046790173285?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/1793847046790173285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=1793847046790173285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/1793847046790173285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/1793847046790173285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2009/10/thanks-god.html' title='Thanks God'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-1444325501986292400</id><published>2009-09-27T21:09:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T20:46:39.694+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><title type='text'>Meraih Mimpi (2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/Sr9221QdQcI/AAAAAAAAAWk/pIBjjxsVIbU/s1600-h/postersuk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/Sr9221QdQcI/AAAAAAAAAWk/pIBjjxsVIbU/s320/postersuk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386154363739521474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Film animasi Indonesia ini patutlah diacungkan jempol. Salut untuk Nia Dinata, tapi lebih salut dengan Patton. Suaranya yang masih lucu dan kekanank-kanakan, pas banget untuk Ray yang suka banget sama kung fu. Suara Gita Gutawa yang menjadi Dana juga lumayan cocok. Suara artis-artis yang lain juga lucu. Indra Bekti benar-benar Indra Bekti banget. Sayang, kadang apa yang diomongkan gak terlalu pas dengan mulut di animasinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceritanya tentang kisah Dana yang meraih mimpi untuk mendapatkan beasiswa dan menolak untuk dijodohkan.  Tapi Dana tetap bersikeras untuk tidak dijodohkan dan menyelamatkan desanya dari pergusuran oleh Tuan Pairot (Surya Saputra). Akhirnya dimulailah petualangan, Dana dan Ray mencari surat asli di bawah gunung, setelah diberi tahu Paman Tuan Pairot, yang orang-orang bilang dia adalah orang gila. Tapi ternyata perkataannya membuahkan hasil. Akhirnya didapatkan surat yang asli yang mengatakan bahwa tanah itu milik desanya dan bukan milik Tuan Pairot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya rencana Tuan Pairot untuk membuat kota perjudian gagal sudah. Indra Bekti (lupa siapa nama animasinya), jadi baik dan jadi berteman dengan Dana. Kisahnya tidak terlalu mengharukan, tapi jiwa petualangnya ada. Lalu lagu-lagunya juga lucu-lucu dan bagus-bagus. Cocok deh untuk dinikmati keluarga kecil maupun keluarga besar. Yang penting kebersamaannya =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-1444325501986292400?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/1444325501986292400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=1444325501986292400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/1444325501986292400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/1444325501986292400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2009/09/meraih-mimpi.html' title='Meraih Mimpi (2009)'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/Sr9221QdQcI/AAAAAAAAAWk/pIBjjxsVIbU/s72-c/postersuk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-3490109293542058713</id><published>2009-09-27T20:50:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T20:46:53.942+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><title type='text'>The Final Destination 4 (2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/Sr9w9jnWzsI/AAAAAAAAAWc/C1UbDjJmgKE/s1600-h/FinalDestination4teaser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 232px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/Sr9w9jnWzsI/AAAAAAAAAWc/C1UbDjJmgKE/s320/FinalDestination4teaser.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386147882193047234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Film ini diawali dengan balapan mobil di arena sirkuit. Ada 4 bestfriends, yaitu Nick (Bobby Campo), Lori (Shantel VanSanten), pacar Nick, Hunt (Nick Zano), dan Janet (Haley Webb). Ceritanya Nick diberi anugrah bisa melihat kejadian-kejadian yang akan terjadi di sirkuit tersebut, akan ada ledakan dan bencana besar-besaran di sirkuit tersebut. Ternyata benar, ada satu mobil yang bannya terkena obeng, lalu kempes dan membuat arena tersebut meledak besar. Untungnya karena Nick mengerti bahwa akan terjadi sesuatu, mereka semua berlari ke luar gedung tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kematian itu akan berlangsung secara urut, sesuai dari penglihatan Nick. Sebetulnya ingin sekali bercerita dengan kronologis, tapi susah untuk diingat. Karena film ini mengerikan, vulgar, dan hanya bisa membuat saya menutup  mata saya dengan dua tangan yang jarinya terbuka lebar (sama aja boong :P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saat-saat menegangkan dan mengerikan: sewaktu Hunt tersedot di kolam renang, Janet terkurung di tempat cuci mobil otomatis, Lori tersangkut di eskalator, Janet terkena ledakan dan peluru di bioskop, George (Mykelti Williamson), seorang satpam yang tertabrak mobil, ughh.. banyak sekali. Justru endingnya tidak mengerikan. Tapi malah bagus, karena dari yang ekstrim, langsung cooling down. Itu namanya mengerti arti sebuah cerita. Kalau sudah sampai klimaks, ya falling down sendiri =) Yang jelas film ini sukses membuat saya pucat keluar dari bioskop. Huff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-3490109293542058713?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/3490109293542058713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=3490109293542058713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/3490109293542058713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/3490109293542058713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2009/09/final-destination-4.html' title='The Final Destination 4 (2009)'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/Sr9w9jnWzsI/AAAAAAAAAWc/C1UbDjJmgKE/s72-c/FinalDestination4teaser.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-6805319642488602304</id><published>2009-09-27T20:31:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T20:47:18.762+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><title type='text'>What Happens in Vegas (2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/Sr9tWooKVzI/AAAAAAAAAWU/pgxZ-IoSfW8/s1600-h/what-happens-vegas-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 243px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/Sr9tWooKVzI/AAAAAAAAAWU/pgxZ-IoSfW8/s320/what-happens-vegas-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386143914988820274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I saw this movie last month, in the moment of my anniversary at MovieBox Seturan. Yippiee... bayar mahal bodo amet yang penting filmnya lucu =) Thanks for masnya for your recommend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi ceritanya, Joy McNally (Cameron Diaz) yang cantik itu punya pacar yang bener-bener gak peduli sama dia. Padahal Joy cintanya minta ampun deh, sampai-sampai ngadain surprise birthday party buat sang pacar. Tapi sang pacar malah ngebuka aib tentang Joy, tentu saja di depan teman-teman Joy yang sedang bersembunyi di balik pintu, di bawah kursi, di dapur, dan lain-lain. Akhirnya di situ juga, mereka putus. Di lain tempat, ada seorang cowok ganteng bernama Jack Fuller (Ashton Kutcher), yang sedang tengkar heboh dengan Papanya, karena dipecat dari perusahan furniture Papanya sendiri. How pity he is... Secara tidak sengaja, Joy dan Jack pergi ke bar, bersama bestfriend mereka masing-masing, untuk mengusir penat dan stres. Mereka merencanakan ke Vegas, tidak mereka rencanakan bersama, tapi hanya kebetulan ngomongnya bersama-sama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesampainya di Vegas, Joy mabuk, begitu juga Jack. Mereka bertemu, akhirnya mengobrol berdua dan sampai-sampai keesokan harinya mereka berdua sudah tidur bersama. Lucunya, mereka berdua tidak sadar kalau sebetulnya mereka sudah menikah. Pernikahan mereka (walaupun sedang mabuk), tetap direkam oleh bestfriends mereka sebagai bukti. Sebetulnya Jack akan meninggalkan Joy karena dia merasa dia adalah pria yang tidak bisa serius dalam menjalin hubungan. Joy merasa sebal sekaligus sedih, karena sebetulnya dia tidak mau hal itu terjadi yang kedua kalinya di dalam hidupnya (ditinggal lelaki).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Permasalahan mulai muncul karena Jack tidak sengaja memasukkan koin Joy ke dalam permainan, dan akhirnya mendapatkan jackpot sebesar 3.000 dollar. Karena mereka sebetulnya memang sedang marahan, jadi mereka memperebutkan uang itu sampai-sampai dibawa ke pengadilan. Karena mereka terikat hubungan suami istri, mereka tidak bisa mencairkan uang itu lalu dibagi setengah masing-masing. Mereka bisa mendapatkan itu, tetapi melewati masa menjadi sepasang suami istri sungguhan dalam 3 bulan, sampai-sampai dibayarkan terapis rumah tangga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebetulnya saat mereka hidup bersama, itulah yang lucu. Banyak sekali kekonyolan-kekonyolan yang ada. Seperti rebutan kamar mandi, tempat tidur bapuk atau sofa yang enak, dapur, dan lain-lainnya. Tapi pada akhirnya, endingnya memang bisa ditebak. Jack malah cinta beneran dengan Joy. Lucu sih.. but I really don't like the scene when Jack beg Joy's love dengan cara berlutut dan memberi bunga. It's so classic, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi overall, cerita ini lucu, kocak, agak vulgar sih, tapi tetap aja lucu. Yang jelas, bisa membuat Wikanku ngakak-ngakak sampe ketawanya berdiri!!! Hehehe... Yeah, setidaknya happy ending deh =) Jadi gak sia-sia hidup serumah 3 bulan, cinta didapat, duit 3.000 dollar juga didapat :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-6805319642488602304?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/6805319642488602304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=6805319642488602304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/6805319642488602304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/6805319642488602304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-happens-in-vegas.html' title='What Happens in Vegas (2008)'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/Sr9tWooKVzI/AAAAAAAAAWU/pgxZ-IoSfW8/s72-c/what-happens-vegas-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-4365409299609894122</id><published>2009-09-17T18:39:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T20:29:19.353+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy lebaran'/><title type='text'>A Long Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;It will be a loooongg holiday! Gak kerasa banget udah mau lebaran lagi. Pergi lagi deh ke Ambarawa zzzzz... Walaupun malas, tapi apa daya. Bertemu dengan sanak keluarga memang mahal rasanya. Apalagi bisa makan kupat tahu tiap hari, tiap pagi, siang dan malam. Hehehe.. Belum lagi kalau pergi ke tetangga-tetangganya Mbah, makan ini itu. Dijamin kuenyaaang deh! ^^ Kebiasaan sebelum lebaran memang nyekar Mbah (baca: Mbah dari Papi). Tapi seumur-umur, belum pernah deh aku nyekar tempat Eyang kakung (baca: Mbah dari Mami). Pengen sih sebetulnya. But I know there must be a reason why we never go there. Btw, sudah lama juga gak ketemu Eyang. putri  Terakhir kali waktu anter Gora, sebelum Gora mo pergi ke Jerman. Huhuhu... Next time, I will and I have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayy.. Happy Ied for you all. God bless you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nb: bakalan merindukan murid-murid tercintaku nih... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-4365409299609894122?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/4365409299609894122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=4365409299609894122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/4365409299609894122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/4365409299609894122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2009/09/long-holiday.html' title='A Long Holiday'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-2998575647536697618</id><published>2009-08-12T12:41:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T20:47:32.790+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><title type='text'>Aliens in The Attic (2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SoJfzrIy-sI/AAAAAAAAAWE/3eYH9s7Fanc/s1600-h/ashley-tisdale-aliens-attic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SoJfzrIy-sI/AAAAAAAAAWE/3eYH9s7Fanc/s320/ashley-tisdale-aliens-attic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368959047136639682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;This story is so fantasy! Film ini menceritakan tentang para alien yang datang ke bumi untuk memusnahkan bumi. Ceritanya ada sebuah keluarga besar yang akan berlibur dan menempati rumah yang mereka sewa. Suatu ketika, si Nenek meminta siapa pun yang ada di sana untuk memperbaiki antena di atap, karena tiba-tiba tv-nya mendadak mati. Ricky, pacar Nina Pearson, yang menyebalkan dan sok-sokan, yang juga tidak disenangi oleh adik Nina, yaitu Tom Pearson, berlagak hero untuk menolong si nenek. Ricky pintar sekali menjilat orang tua Nina. Lalu, Ricky akhirnya minta ditemani Tom untuk membetulkan antena yang ada di atap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesampainya di atap, antena benar-benar rusak. Dan ternyata, ada 4 alien yang nongkrong di sana. Ricky adalah sasaran utama para alien, dan kemudian dia dikendalikan oleh alat pengedalinya alien. Di bagian ini sebetulnya lucu dan kocak, tapi juga menegangkan, karena Tom dalam bahaya. Tak lama kemudian, sepupunya, Jake, datang dan sama-sama melawan para alien. Saudara sepupu yang tadinya tidak akur ini, akhirnya akur juga karena ada masalah alien ini. Tom, Jake, Hannah dan si kembar sama-sama melawan alien, sedangkan Nina masih sibuk mengurusi pacarnya yang aneh (karena masih dikendalikan oleh alien).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perlawanan antara satu keluarga ini dengan para alien cukup asik dan menegangkan. Juga lucu, apalagi saat perisitiwa yang agak lebay, saat si Nenek bisa kung fu dengan jurus menendang ke atas, karena di kendalikan oleh si kembar. Ada juga kisah yang mengharukan, saat Hannah bisa berteman dengan alien yang baik, Spark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam pertempuran yang sudah mendekati klimaks, Spark akhirnya membela manusia-manusia, dibanding teman-temannya alien. Mungkin karena dia merasa, manusia ternyata punya hati dan perasaan, tidak seperti yang teman-temannya katakan. Sebetulnya inti cerita, para alien ingin mendapatkan mesin raksasa, yang dapat membuat para alien menjadi raksasa juga. Tapi akhirnya, dengan bantuan Spark, mesin itu dimodifikasi dan hasilnya, mesin itu hancur bersama sang komandan. Dalam pertempuran, orang tua sama sekali tidak di ajak, karena sistem pengendali sangat mudah untuk ditancapkan ke orang dewasa. Akhirnya para manusia menang melawan alien, untuk kali ini. Semua itu juga karena bantuan Spark. The pearsons is the winner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-2998575647536697618?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/2998575647536697618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=2998575647536697618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/2998575647536697618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/2998575647536697618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2009/08/aliens-in-attic.html' title='Aliens in The Attic (2009)'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SoJfzrIy-sI/AAAAAAAAAWE/3eYH9s7Fanc/s72-c/ashley-tisdale-aliens-attic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-3946521853907417576</id><published>2009-08-10T12:36:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T12:39:10.928+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='only us'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Finally =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/Sn-yIAeBmFI/AAAAAAAAAV8/4ZdhkXLJnGI/s1600-h/6610_114464604094_733064094_2169707_5718025_n.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/_yFbWfTKer0M/Sn-yIAeBmFI/AAAAAAAAAV8/4ZdhkXLJnGI/s320/6610_114464604094_733064094_2169707_5718025_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368205131483551826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/Sn-yH1YKi-I/AAAAAAAAAV0/101Zj3sOt9U/s1600-h/6610_114463949094_733064094_2169704_1639110_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/Sn-yH1YKi-I/AAAAAAAAAV0/101Zj3sOt9U/s320/6610_114463949094_733064094_2169704_1639110_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368205128506182626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;After a MONTH! We meet again =) Love you so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-3946521853907417576?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/3946521853907417576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=3946521853907417576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/3946521853907417576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/3946521853907417576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2009/08/finally.html' title='Finally =)'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/Sn-yIAeBmFI/AAAAAAAAAV8/4ZdhkXLJnGI/s72-c/6610_114464604094_733064094_2169707_5718025_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-3689827212471919009</id><published>2009-08-05T21:22:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T21:28:54.961+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling'/><title type='text'>Questions From Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Tadi pagi ceritanya Mami sedang sibuk memasak, sedangkan saya sibuk menghadap komputer (jelas bukan menggarap skripsi, tapi menggarapi teman-teman lewat facebook). Wekekekekek... Tiba-tiba ada pertanyaan yang terlontar dari Mamiku tercinta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"Mbak Bunga, Wikan KKN nya berapa bulan tho?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Saya menjawab dengan nada deg-degan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"Satu bulan."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Mami membalas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"Oh.. sama kayak kamu dulu tho?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Saya pun membalasnya lagi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"Iya. Besok Sabtu udah pulang."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Mami pun menjawab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"Wahh.. cepet ya? Gak terasa..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Dan akhirnya saya pun membatin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"Aduh Mami. Lama tauk! Aku aja sampe ngitungin hari tiap hari. Bisa-bisanya dibilang cepat dan gak terasa...." *ditambah ngedumel-ngedumel sendiri. Hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-3689827212471919009?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/3689827212471919009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=3689827212471919009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/3689827212471919009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/3689827212471919009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2009/08/questions-from-mom.html' title='Questions From Mom'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-604737247943591206</id><published>2009-08-05T20:58:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T20:50:05.307+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><title type='text'>Bolt (2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SnmVDr8oKgI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ZYMYVzw250Y/s1600-h/bolt_galleryteaser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SnmVDr8oKgI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ZYMYVzw250Y/s320/bolt_galleryteaser.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366484321557817858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Bolt adalah seekor anjing yang lucu dan punya kekuatan super. Tapi kekuatan ini ternyata hanya fiktif belaka. Kekuatan itu tiba-tiba saja muncul pada saat dia ber-acting bersama Penny, dan tentu saja itu semua hanya rekayasa. Karena Bolt terlalu sering hidup dalam ke-rekayasa-an itu, Bolt akhirnya terpengaruh dengan keadaan. Contohnya saat kucing-kucing yang menyebalkan itu menakut-nakuti Bolt, kalau Penny akan diculik oleh The Green-Eye Man.&lt;br /&gt;Suatu ketika, Bolt merasa tidak enak dan tidak nyaman, sehingga dia sampai-sampai kabur dari mobilnya dan mencari Penny. Awalnya sih ingin menolong Penny, karena dia berpikir kalau Penny sedang dalam kesulitan. Padahal ternyata suara "Bolt, HELP" itu hanya suara rekaman yang sedang di edit. Oh.. poor Bolt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dimulai dengan kepanikan si anjing lucu Bolt, akhirnya dia malah tersesat di kota lain yaitu New York.  Disitu juga, mulailah petualangan Bolt sambil benar-benar mengenali dirinya dia sendiri. Ditemani oleh Mittens, si kucing yang sebenarnya belum kenal sama sekali dengan Bolt, juga hamster kecil bernama Rhino. Perjalanan mereka memang tidak terlalu unik. Intinya, Mittens meyakinkan Bolt, bahwa semua itu hanyalah kepalsuan. Kekuatan super Bolt, kasih sayang Penny, all of these are FAKE! Walaupun Bolt akhirnya menyadari kalau memang dia tidak punya kekuatan, dia tetap gigih untuk pulang ke Hollywood dan bertemu Penny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya mereka dengan perjuangan yang gigih dan keras, dari satu mobil ke mobil lain, sampai juga ke Hollywood, tempat syuting film Super Dog-Bolt. Di sana, Bolt sempat sedih karena melihat Penny memeluk anjing lain yang sama seperti Bolt (padahal itu hanya acting). Bolt sebetulnya sudah pergi dengan lemas, tapi Mittens akhirnya meyakinkan Bolt, kalau memang Penny benar-benar mencintainya. Saat itu juga, Bolt merasa tidak nyaman dan tidak enak lagi. Tapi perasaan yang ini, benar. Penny dalam keadaan bahaya. Tempat syutingnya kebakaran karena si anjing Bolt palsu ketakutan saat mau menyerang penjahat, sampai-sampai menjatuhkan obor-obor yang ada di tempat syuting. Akhirnya gedung itu dibalut oleh api yang membara. Bolt masuk ke dalam gedung dengan bantuan Rhino (yang sangat mengidolakan Bolt) dan mencari Penny. Akhirnya, Bolt benar-benar menjadi super dog saat itu, karena menyelamatkan Penny dari kobaran api.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhir cerita, Ibunya Penny tidak mau lagi menerima tawaran syuting Super Dog-Bolt lagi. Bolt, Rhino, dan Mittens akhirnya hidup bahagia bersama Penny dan ibunya. What a sweet family =) Film ini sebetulnya gak terlalu cocok untuk anak-anak yang masih kecil-kecil, karena ada beberapa bagian yang susah dipahami dan membuat anak-anak bosan. Kenapa saya bisa bilang begitu? Karena saya menonton film ini bersama murid-murid tercinta. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-604737247943591206?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/604737247943591206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=604737247943591206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/604737247943591206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/604737247943591206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2009/08/bolt.html' title='Bolt (2008)'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SnmVDr8oKgI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ZYMYVzw250Y/s72-c/bolt_galleryteaser.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-3836499896002860759</id><published>2009-08-05T11:26:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T11:37:38.815+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good news'/><title type='text'>I CUT MY HAIR!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SnkMYVyDLQI/AAAAAAAAAVk/pIE67IovjUk/s1600-h/IMG1381A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SnkL5z8wIHI/AAAAAAAAAVE/8XNEcvhw9yA/s320/IMG1383A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366333518814126194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SnkL5i1PY6I/AAAAAAAAAU8/5M2ispFnass/s1600-h/IMG1382A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SnkL5i1PY6I/AAAAAAAAAU8/5M2ispFnass/s320/IMG1382A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366333514219217826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SnkL5f2FsNI/AAAAAAAAAU0/reA4Q-K-UZA/s1600-h/IMG1380A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SnkL5f2FsNI/AAAAAAAAAU0/reA4Q-K-UZA/s320/IMG1380A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366333513417470162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SnkLimRWrqI/AAAAAAAAAUs/446MgYqIOUQ/s1600-h/IMG1379A.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/_yFbWfTKer0M/SnkLimRWrqI/AAAAAAAAAUs/446MgYqIOUQ/s320/IMG1379A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366333120005451426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-3836499896002860759?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/3836499896002860759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=3836499896002860759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/3836499896002860759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/3836499896002860759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-cut-my-hair.html' title='I CUT MY HAIR!!!'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SnkMYVyDLQI/AAAAAAAAAVk/pIE67IovjUk/s72-c/IMG1381A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-376020053064627538</id><published>2009-08-02T21:34:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T21:38:36.409+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling'/><title type='text'>Counting Down The Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;yeah. recently i always count the days. at this moment, 6 days left! OMG! i really can't wait for his coming! i really really really miss him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;i miss the time when we go to church together, hanging out to mall, just playing something with my brother at home, riding motorcycle with him, hugging him, pinching him =) i miss him so. that damn KKN stuff makes me dying. huhuhu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;i miss you, tayang. need you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-376020053064627538?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/376020053064627538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=376020053064627538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/376020053064627538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/376020053064627538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2009/08/counting-down-days.html' title='Counting Down The Days'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-9134223059098132445</id><published>2009-07-31T20:19:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T20:50:19.592+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><title type='text'>Up (2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SnL0VGVHhpI/AAAAAAAAAUk/6iYUkGb1z5c/s1600-h/disney-pixar-up-movie-poster-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 257px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SnL0VGVHhpI/AAAAAAAAAUk/6iYUkGb1z5c/s320/disney-pixar-up-movie-poster-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364618749465298578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Film ini benar-benar komplit. Unusual, extraordinary, touchy, great! That's really AWESOME!!! Two thumbs up for this movie! Awal yang menyenangkan, pertengahan yang menegangkan, akhir yang mengharukan! Oh man! I heart this movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Fredricksen semasa kecil benar-benar penggila Charles Muntz. Begitu juga dengan Elly, istrinya. Awal film diceritakan dengan mengalir dan asik. Mulai dari perkenalan mereka berdua, lalu akhirnya sudah dewasa dan menikah. Lalu selalu saling mencinta. Sampai sudah kakek dan nenek pun, mereka tetap mencinta dan tentu saja, masih mencintai petualangan. Dengan gigih menabung uang untuk pergi ke Paradise Falls. Sampai akhirnya, Mr. Fredricksen harus kehilangan istrinya karena sakit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Fredricksen sepertinya memang sudah seorang diri. Rumahnya yang dikelilingi dengan tanah kosong, yang notabene akan dijadikan bangunan-bangunan baru. Tapi ada anak kecil, Russell, yang sangat gigih untuk ingin menolong orang tua agar mendapat lencana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suatu ketika, Mr. Fredricksen dijemput dengan pegawai yg mengurusi panti jompo, tapi dia ternyata punya suatu kejutan yang menarik. Dia membawa rumahnya itu pergi ke atas langit dengan cara memasang balon banyak di atasnya. Gorden dijadikannya sayap untuk terbang. Anehnya, sudah di atas awan tapi masih saja ada yang mengetuk pintu rumahnya. Tidak lain tidak bukan, dia adalah si anak kecil yang sangat ingin sekali mendapatkan "lencana menolong orang tua".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The adventure begins! Intinya sih Mr. Fredricksen ingin membawa rumah itu tepat di sebelah Paradise Falls, karena itulah cita-citanya dan istrinya selama ini. Setelah kesampaian, Mr. Fredricksen membantu Russel untuk menolong Kevin (burung Snipe yang tinggi dan cantik, yang sedang diburu oleh Charles Muntz di sepanjang hidupnya). Entah kenapa, Russel bisa sekali membuat Kevin jatuh cinta pada Russel. Mungkin karena selalu dikasih coklat dan sayang yang tulus dari seorang anak kecil. Sebetulnya Mr. Fredricksen awalnya tidak senang, karena ini malah membuatnya menjadi beban saja. Tapi, itulah yang dinamakan petualangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anjing Muntz yang bernama Dug (anjing baik), yang awalnya memang disuruh berburu Kevin, tapi akhirnya pindah haluan ke sisi Russel dan Mr. Fredricksen untuk menyelamatkan Kevin dari tangan Charles Muntz. Sewaktu perebutan Kevin, cerita semakin memanas dan menegangkan, tapi juga lucu. Akhirnya Muntz jatuh ke bawah pada saat mau menembak Kevin. Dan akhirnya, Mr. Fredricksen dan Russel berhasil menyelamatkan Kevin. Ternyata rumah Mr. Fredricksen jatuh tepat di sebelah Paradise Falls, jadi keinginan Elly memang benar-benar terkabul =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhir cerita, Russel akhirnya menerima "lencana menolong orang tua", yang diwakili oleh Mr. Fredricksen. Mr. Fredricksen memberinya lencana dari Elly saat mereka masih kecil dulu. Senang sekali melihat mereka begitu akrab. Sangat menyentuh dan berhasil membuatku menangis. Hahahhaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-9134223059098132445?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/9134223059098132445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=9134223059098132445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/9134223059098132445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/9134223059098132445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2009/07/up.html' title='Up (2009)'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SnL0VGVHhpI/AAAAAAAAAUk/6iYUkGb1z5c/s72-c/disney-pixar-up-movie-poster-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-7306919903725305935</id><published>2009-07-31T19:47:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T20:47:50.942+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><title type='text'>Ice Age 3: Dawn of the Dinosaurs (2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SnLvHlXkhJI/AAAAAAAAAUc/C971fJhCzU8/s1600-h/iceagedawnofthedinosaurs_galleryteaser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 255px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SnLvHlXkhJI/AAAAAAAAAUc/C971fJhCzU8/s320/iceagedawnofthedinosaurs_galleryteaser.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364613019720778898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;KOCAK!!! Gak berhenti-berhenti ketawa nonton film ini. Dimulai dengan Scrat yang masih terus-terus aja ngejar-ngejar kenari kesayangannya. Lalu Sid, dengan lugunya, juga ingin sekali punya suatu keluarga kecil, seperti Manny dan Ellie. Sifat Manny yang terlalu protektif dan cuek, membuat dia muak dengan tingkah laku Sid yang makin lama makin menyebalkan. Sedangkan Diego, dengan muka sangar tapi hati yang terlalu lembut, sebetulnya sedih karena dia merasa sudah tidak ada guna lagi untuk bersama-sama dengan Manny dan Ellie. Dia merasa kalau bisa-bisa dia menjadi pengganggu di antara keluarga kecil yang sedang menunggu kelahiran bayinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi, rasa-rasa itu semua hilang karena ulah Sid (yang memang tukang buat onar), diculik sama Dinosaurus. Sebetulnya Sid juga gak akan diculik, kalau dia gak menculik anak-anak si dinosaurus itu. Akhirnya, Manny, Ellie, Diego, dan si kembar kecil pergi bersama-sama untuk mencari Sid di daerah dinosaurus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di daerah dinosaurus, mereka bertemu dengan "bajak laut"nya dunia dinosaurus, Buck. Dengan banyak celotehannya dan kisah sok super heronya, Manny lama-lama juga sebal mendengarnya. Beda dengan si kembar, mereka malah jadi benar-benar terkesima dengan perjuangan Buck waktu melawan Rudy (Dinosaurus paling besar, mengerikan, dan ditakuti oleh dinosaurus-dinosaurus lainnya).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya gerombolan pencari Sid mau tidak mau mengikuti peraturan yang dibuat oleh Buck. Banyak hal-hal lucu juga yang bisa buat ngakak di bagian petualangan ini. Waktu sembunyi di semak-semak dan bunga teratai. Waktu semuanya gak boleh bernafas, tapi mereka malah bercanda dan akhirnya ketawa ngakak. Padahal Buck sudah bilang kalau gak boleh ketawa, karena mereka bakalan mati tertawa. Hehehe... Lucu juga waktu Ellie membuat adegan syubidubidu. Bahkan sampai Ellie melahirkan pun, dia melahirkan dengan suasana yang gak biasa dan gak gampang lho. Masalahnya antara hidup dan mati. Hehehe. Tapi salut buat Diego dan Manny, yang menjaga Ellie biar bisa tetap melahirkan. Apalagi buat Diego, yang seperti selalu mengatakan, "tenang, pasti kamu bisa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Klimaks cerita ada pada saat Rudy datang dan menyerang semuanya. Buck dengan gaya kerennya memperlihatkan gigi taring Rudy, yang dijadikannya pedang mautnya. Sebetulnya Rudy sudah sempat di ikat-ikat, tapi Rudy tetap saja bisa melepaskan tali-tali itu. Sewaktu semua sudah hampir di ujung nyawa, tiba-tiba dinosaurus yang baik itu (yang awalnya marah dengan Sid karena Sid menculik anak-anaknya), melawan Rudy dan akhirnya Rudy jatuh ke jurang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, semuanya bisa pulang dengan selamat. Buck merasa tidak ada tantangan lagi setelah Rudy, yang dia anggap pada saat itu sudah mati. Ellie dan teman-temannya mengajaknya untuk ikut bersama-sama dengan mereka. Sebetulnya Buck sudah menyetujuinya. Tapi tiba-tiba dia mendengar suara Rudy, dan dia berkata pada Diego kalau dia akan tetap tinggal di "bawah", dunia dinosaurus, karena itu tempat tinggalnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rudy, I'm coming!!" Hahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-7306919903725305935?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/7306919903725305935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=7306919903725305935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/7306919903725305935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/7306919903725305935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2009/07/ice-age-3-dawn-of-dinosaurs.html' title='Ice Age 3: Dawn of the Dinosaurs (2009)'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SnLvHlXkhJI/AAAAAAAAAUc/C971fJhCzU8/s72-c/iceagedawnofthedinosaurs_galleryteaser.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-6316301695710604324</id><published>2009-07-23T15:13:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T20:48:07.344+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><title type='text'>Transformers 2 (2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/Smgd-JeMgiI/AAAAAAAAAUU/GJ96cZmbg8c/s1600-h/transformersrevengeofthefallen_bigfinal2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 236px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/Smgd-JeMgiI/AAAAAAAAAUU/GJ96cZmbg8c/s320/transformersrevengeofthefallen_bigfinal2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361568309916238370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Awalnya saya nggak mau nonton film ini. Tapi akhirnya nonton juga sama Wuri (padahal kita sama sekali nggak ngerti alur cerita film ini, karena nggak nonton Transformers 1). Akhirnya kita tancap aja nonton ni film.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Film ini sangat menarik! Alurnya dari bawah benar-benar naik perlahan-lahan dan benar-benar membawa suasana. Karena ceritanya terlalu complicated, jadi saya nggak benar-benar me-review nih. Lagian juga nggak paham bener dengan kata-kata yang diucapkan sama pemain di Transformers 2 ini.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang jelas, yang aku kagumi adalah Sam Witwicky. He's my favorite actor, after he acted in Disturbia (2007). Tidak hanya keberaniannya saja, tapi juga kesetiaan dan cintanya untuk Mikaela yang tetap utuh, dari awal sampai akhir cerita (dan tampang-tampang seperti Sam ini sepertinya memang bukan tampang player), hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish everybody were like Jetfire. Yang pertamanya dikenal sebagai musuh, tapi di dalam film ini, tiba-tiba jadi sosok yang Hero banget. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Sam juga termasuk hero lho ya di film ini, not optimus and not bumblebee :) (itu sih menurut saya)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Yes, you will not regret it, even you do not know at all of this film!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-6316301695710604324?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/6316301695710604324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=6316301695710604324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/6316301695710604324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/6316301695710604324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2009/07/transformers-2.html' title='Transformers 2 (2009)'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/Smgd-JeMgiI/AAAAAAAAAUU/GJ96cZmbg8c/s72-c/transformersrevengeofthefallen_bigfinal2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-7860701283477760281</id><published>2009-07-23T15:04:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T20:48:28.182+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><title type='text'>Smother (2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/Smgbeid8yrI/AAAAAAAAAUE/tpOHLkyQnqA/s1600-h/smother_galleryposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 264px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/Smgbeid8yrI/AAAAAAAAAUE/tpOHLkyQnqA/s320/smother_galleryposter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361565567847025330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Smother means to give somebody too much love or protection so that they feel restricted. Cerita ini mengisahkan tentang seorang ibu, Marilyn Cooper, yang terlalu sayang dan protektif dengan anaknya. Mungkin karena sifat dasar, ditambah lagi sang ibu punya masalah dengan suaminya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Anak si ibu, Noah Cooper, sebetulnya sudah memulai rumah tangga, tetapi belum punya anak. Noah juga sebetulnya sedang bingung karena baru saja dipecat, si ibu tambah-tambah mengganggu kehidupan dia, dengan cara menginap di rumahnya. Tidak hanya si ibu, tapi anjing-anjingnya yang punya nama sama, Sammy Higgins, juga diajaknya menginap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Noah akhirnya mencari kerja lagi. Dia kembali bekerja di perusahaan karpet menjadi sales. Tak disangka, si ibu juga mendapat kerja di perusahaan tersebut. The more she meets Noah, the more she smothers him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Sebetulnya Noah juga stress. Belum dapat kerja, ibunya "ngrusuhi", istrinya sudah ingin cepat-cepat punya anak. Belum lagi sepupu dari si istri yang juga ikut-ikutan menginap dengan tujuan tidak jelas. Tapi apa boleh buat? Noah belum siap untuk punya anak, sehingga dia menghalalkan "segala cara" untuk tidak punya anak. (Bagian ini lebih baik ditonton sendiri, tidak diceritakan :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Kalau kita melihat istri dari Noah, Claire Cooper, orangnya sangat sabar dan halus. Tapi ternyata bisa juga marah karena si suami ketahuan bertingkah dengan melakukan "segala cara" agar tidak punya anak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Puncak cerita ini adalah pada saat si ibut dan si anak berpidato di pemakaman sang nenek. It's not really clear, karena mnurut saya agak aneh filmnya. But the ending is, Noah meminta maaf dan merayu istrinya untuk pulang lagi ke rumah. Si ibu akhirnya meninggalkan suaminya, karena terbukti selingkuh dengan wanita lain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Menurut saya, film ini tidak ada juntrungannya dan alurnya tidak terlalu menarik. Tapi lumayan untuk refreshing dan mengisi waktu luang =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-7860701283477760281?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/7860701283477760281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=7860701283477760281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/7860701283477760281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/7860701283477760281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2009/07/smother.html' title='Smother (2008)'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/Smgbeid8yrI/AAAAAAAAAUE/tpOHLkyQnqA/s72-c/smother_galleryposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-7892034389540743970</id><published>2009-07-23T14:42:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T20:48:47.130+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><title type='text'>Bedtime Stories (2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SmgZCSMjeRI/AAAAAAAAAT8/QPAKve7lRnM/s1600-h/bedtimestories_galleryposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 234px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SmgZCSMjeRI/AAAAAAAAAT8/QPAKve7lRnM/s320/bedtimestories_galleryposter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361562883419502866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Kisah ini punya sesuatu makna dan perjuangan hidup yang lucu. Diimbangi juga dengan "agak kartun", sesuai dengan judulnya. Inti cerita, Skeeter Bronson (Adam Sandler) yang hanya tukang servis di sebuah hotel besar ingin merebut pangkat atau posisi sebagai pengelola hotel baru yang berkelas. Dia merasa sangat pantas karena sang Ayah adalah empunya hotel pertama kalinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perjuangan hidup di sini lebih cenderung pada perjuangan Skeeter membuat cerita sebelum tidur untuk keponakan-keponakannya yang sebetulnya tidak suka dengan Skeeter, tapi sebetulnya mereka lucu-lucu dan punya daya imajinasi yang tinggi. Akhirnya Skeeter berhasil juga mengambil hati sang keponakan yang sedang ditinggal ibunya bekerja di luar kota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skeeter senang sekali membuat dan mengarang-ngarang cerita (yang sebetulnya tentang dirinya sendiri) secara spontan. Hal itu yang membuat para keponakan ikut-ikut menambahi cerita. Ternyata, kata-kata yang diucapkan oleh para keponakan selalu terjadi di keesokan harinya. Contohnya saja, waktu Skeeter ditendang oleh kurcaci, hujan permen, tidak jadi mencium Jill karena ada koin jatuh, berhasil mendapatkan posisi pengelola hotel baru (padahal dia tidak tahu sama sekali jika hotel yang akan dibangun itu adalah di sekolah keponakan), bahkan sampai-sampai "terkena api", alias dipecat oleh BIG BOSS. Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada akhirnya, musuh besar Skeeter, Kendall, dialah yang ambil alih atas pembangunan hotel baru, yakni di sekolah para keponakan. Dengan aksi jantannya, Skeeter ditemani Jill, menaiki moge, lalu melompat dan menendang si musuh yang sedang menghitung mundur peledakan di arena sekolah. Lastly, Skeeter tetaplah pahlawan untuk para keponakannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Film ini cukup menghibur dan cocok untuk ditonton anak-anak beserta keluarga. Jadi teringat waktu kecil dulu, pasti diceritakan dongeng. Dongengnya tapi beda, "Kancil makan mentimun!" =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-7892034389540743970?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/7892034389540743970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=7892034389540743970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/7892034389540743970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/7892034389540743970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2009/07/bedtime-stories.html' title='Bedtime Stories (2008)'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SmgZCSMjeRI/AAAAAAAAAT8/QPAKve7lRnM/s72-c/bedtimestories_galleryposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-1727716071407890859</id><published>2009-06-24T18:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T18:19:58.722+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><title type='text'>Dissapointed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;YOU ALL ARE SO SUCKS!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-1727716071407890859?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/1727716071407890859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=1727716071407890859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/1727716071407890859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/1727716071407890859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2009/06/dissapointed.html' title='Dissapointed!'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-6288933663861253053</id><published>2009-06-19T22:18:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T18:20:33.906+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good news'/><title type='text'>A New and Special Nickname (i think...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;i love the way you call me "Gab" ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;wahh.. jadi smangat blajar structure nih. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-6288933663861253053?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/6288933663861253053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=6288933663861253053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/6288933663861253053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/6288933663861253053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-and-special.html' title='A New and Special Nickname (i think...)'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-1690426806826967249</id><published>2009-06-13T17:33:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T17:35:11.143+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travelling'/><title type='text'>Ratu Boko Temple</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SjOAoyCjKtI/AAAAAAAAAT0/Fwt0fcqZm-c/s1600-h/DSC00677ya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SjOAoyCjKtI/AAAAAAAAAT0/Fwt0fcqZm-c/s320/DSC00677ya.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346758620734499538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;it's a beautiful temple. dont forget to bring your hat, it's really HOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-1690426806826967249?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/1690426806826967249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=1690426806826967249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-7225568675541968214</id><published>2009-06-13T17:31:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T17:33:01.588+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travelling'/><title type='text'>Kalitengah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SjOAIv2vaNI/AAAAAAAAATs/H97MuneSPtM/s1600-h/DSC00627ya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SjOAIv2vaNI/AAAAAAAAATs/H97MuneSPtM/s320/DSC00627ya.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346758070392285394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;it's a wonderful place and scenery. God is crazy creative to make that great mount! you all must be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-7225568675541968214?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/7225568675541968214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=7225568675541968214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/7225568675541968214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/7225568675541968214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2009/06/kalitengah.html' title='Kalitengah'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SjOAIv2vaNI/AAAAAAAAATs/H97MuneSPtM/s72-c/DSC00627ya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-8194384006878536054</id><published>2009-06-13T17:28:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T17:33:14.515+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travelling'/><title type='text'>Glagah Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SjN_hMR1DzI/AAAAAAAAATk/KglEKJjNVyE/s1600-h/DSC00570.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/_yFbWfTKer0M/SjN_hMR1DzI/AAAAAAAAATk/KglEKJjNVyE/s320/DSC00570.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346757390827327282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;im so sorry for the sentence in that t-shirt. it doesn't mean im not a true PBI student. it's only a gift from my aunt. soooo, just dont care about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-8194384006878536054?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/8194384006878536054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=8194384006878536054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/8194384006878536054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/8194384006878536054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2009/06/glagah.html' title='Glagah Beach'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SjN_hMR1DzI/AAAAAAAAATk/KglEKJjNVyE/s72-c/DSC00570.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-3824855984516036361</id><published>2009-06-13T16:57:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T20:49:07.248+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><title type='text'>Night at the Museum 2: Battle of the Smithsonian (2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SjN-zQ70PJI/AAAAAAAAATc/LZ4cJsXQp-Q/s1600-h/night_at_the_museum_2_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SjN-zQ70PJI/AAAAAAAAATc/LZ4cJsXQp-Q/s320/night_at_the_museum_2_poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346756601803193490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;This movie is 100% comedy! Kadang-kadang juga yang gak mutu keluar. Tapi filmnya nice. Inti ceritanya sih merebutkan tablet yang bisa menghidupkan seluruh antek-antek yang ada di museum. Larry Daley yang ditemani oleh pilot cantik, Amelia Earhart, bersusah payah untuk merebut tablet dari si musuh, Kahmunrah.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banyak juga adegan-adegan konyol waktu Daley dan Amelia masuk ke jaman dahulu kala dan warnanya berubah jadi hitam putih. Di sana mobile phonenya tertinggal dan diambil oleh satu orang jaman dahulu, terus usut punya usut ternyata namanya dia Motorola. Kocak! Ada juga adegan waktu Daley menyentuh patung di museum, lalu ada security yang agak bloon gak bolehin Daley pegang patungnya. Harusnya Daley berterima kasih dengan si security itu karena bisa dapetin ID nya. Tanpa ID gak bisa keluar masuk ruang bawah tanahnya museum. Ada juga adegan Kahmunrah bilang "I have comeBack to life!" (sepertinya pada saat ngomong "Back" berlebihan juga, but it's funny). Ada juga bagian saat memecahkan kode di tablet itu, Daley dan Amelia dateng ke Mr. Thinker, but the result is nothing. Mr. Thinker only said, "i'm thinking, i'm thinking", he didn't help at all. Ada juga General Custer yang memang bodoh sepertinya. Tapi ada juga positifnya, dia mau membantu dan membela yang benar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, Abraham Lincoln juga termasuk salah satu yang membantu Daley, untuk menakut-nakuti para pasukan Kahmunrah. Oh ya, ada juga Einsteins yang karena terlalu pintarnya, jadi tidak bisa menyimpan rahasia. Daley akhirnya bertarung dengan Kahmunrah, senter lawan pedang. Daley menang dan Kahmunrah masuk neraka. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Daley juga akhirnya terpesona dengan Amelia, sang pilot wanita itu. Dan akhirnya, malam itu juga semua makhluk-makhluk museum kembali ke tempat masing-masing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Museum yang dulu pernah dijaga Daley akhirnya dibuka pada malam hari. Daley yang sebelumnya punya perusahaan besar (padahal produknya cuma senter), kembali lagi menekuni profesinya as a NIGHTGUARD. Memang ya, kita bekerja itu memang harus dari hati. Kalau dari hati, semua bisa berjalan dengan lancar, juga hati kita tenteram. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Film ini lebih asyik kalau ditonton sekeluarga. Tapi hanya berdua dengan pacar juga tetep asik, kayak saya. Hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-3824855984516036361?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/3824855984516036361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=3824855984516036361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/3824855984516036361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/3824855984516036361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2009/06/night-at-museum-2-battle-of-smithsonian.html' title='Night at the Museum 2: Battle of the Smithsonian (2009)'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SjN-zQ70PJI/AAAAAAAAATc/LZ4cJsXQp-Q/s72-c/night_at_the_museum_2_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-1492106812098543788</id><published>2009-06-13T16:38:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T16:56:05.325+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><title type='text'>Our Iceberg is Melting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SjN3SnyrtaI/AAAAAAAAATU/qv1x5SdFvvI/s1600-h/our-iceberg-is-melting1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SjN3SnyrtaI/AAAAAAAAATU/qv1x5SdFvvI/s320/our-iceberg-is-melting1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346748344421823906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Buku ini ditulis oleh John Kotter dan Holger Rathgeber. Sebetulnya saya juga gak akan baca buku ini kalo bukan gratisan. Jadi ceritanya dapat buku gratis dari KickAndy. Thanks for KickAndy before because i never read this kind of book before.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Buku ini benar-benar membuka mata dan hati saya. Pertamanya saya langsung berfikir kalau ini tentang global warming. Tapi ternyata bukan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buku ini bisa juga sebagai motivasi untuk berubah ke arah yang lebih baik. Buku ini memberikan sebuah dongeng untuk para penikmat baca. Dongeng tentang penguin (yang sebetulnya sih maksudnya orang, tapi biar pembaca bisa langsung "ngeh" maksudnya) yang hidup di gunung es yang akan meleleh. Ada sekelompok penguin yang mau jadi penyelamat bagi seluruh penguin, tapi ada juga penguin yg selalu pesimis dan berfikir negatif terus-terusan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang jelas, dari dongeng tersebut, sangat terlihat kalau sebetulnya di dunia yang nyata memang seperti itu adanya. Ada sekelompok orang yang mau maju dengan baik, tapi ada juga sekelompok orang yang mau maju tapi sebetulnya dia tidak memajukan dirinya sendiri, alias diam di tempat. Tapi memang realita hidup bisa dilihat di dongeng ini. Lucu, jadi seperti anak kecil lagi membaca dongeng. Tapi dongeng tersebut benar-benar menyimpan kunci sukses untuk para pembaca.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merefleksikan diri dan perubahan termasuk salah satu kunci suksesnya. Tentu saja perubahan yang ke arah positif. Perubahan positif bisa berdampak sukses yang sangat besar, apalagi kalau perubahan itu dilakukan secara bersama-sama dengan tujuan yang baik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Buku ini memang untuk orang-orang yang mau sukses dalam bisnis atau organisasi. Tapi untuk diterapkan di lingkup kecil saja, contohnya sekolah atau pun keluarga, juga baik dan tidak masalah. Semangat.. semangat.. semoga dengan membaca buku ini, saya ataupun Anda-anda semua bisa mengerti siapa kita sesungguhnya. Pembawa onar atau pahlawan bagi sesama?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-1492106812098543788?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/1492106812098543788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=1492106812098543788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/1492106812098543788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/1492106812098543788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-iceberg-is-melting.html' title='Our Iceberg is Melting'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SjN3SnyrtaI/AAAAAAAAATU/qv1x5SdFvvI/s72-c/our-iceberg-is-melting1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-289477404208535674</id><published>2009-05-25T20:47:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T20:52:17.292+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling'/><title type='text'>nyesel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;nyesel banget pergi malem ini. ceritanya berbuat baik nolongin wikan bawa gula, eh malah disindir sama bapak-bapak "bara". alhasil nangislah aku. emang sih yang disindir sebenernya wikan. seperti ini "bawa kayak gitu aja pake minta cewek. bawa sendiri kan bisa." dengan nadanya yang marmos itu. saking kaget dan shocknya, nangislah aku. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;slama di jalan nangis dan diem aja. ehhh, malah wikan gantian diem sebelum makan. apes bener. padahal sebelumnya udah ada tanda2 suasana yg cair. habis makan, di dalem mobil serasa jantung mau copot. tau sendiri si wikan kalo udah tersulut emosi cara nyetirnya bisa kayak orang kesurupan. udah gitu, sendal pake acara putus. sial oh sial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;nyesel bener dah pergi malem ini :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-289477404208535674?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/289477404208535674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=289477404208535674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/289477404208535674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/289477404208535674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2009/05/nyesel.html' title='nyesel'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-5936316925284945330</id><published>2009-05-07T10:07:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T10:12:37.859+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SPD'/><title type='text'>Third Artwork</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SgJRSIQmDuI/AAAAAAAAATE/e8da2MDlwks/s1600-h/DSCF0256.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/_yFbWfTKer0M/SgJRSIQmDuI/AAAAAAAAATE/e8da2MDlwks/s320/DSCF0256.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332914280656670434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Imel and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-5936316925284945330?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/5936316925284945330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=5936316925284945330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/5936316925284945330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/5936316925284945330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2009/05/third-artwork.html' title='Third Artwork'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SgJRSIQmDuI/AAAAAAAAATE/e8da2MDlwks/s72-c/DSCF0256.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-794588942314013741</id><published>2009-04-23T12:13:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T12:15:22.076+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good news'/><title type='text'>Thank You, Kick Andy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/Se_5FDn-YKI/AAAAAAAAAS8/Oegem3Gy6BA/s1600-h/kickandy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/Se_5FDn-YKI/AAAAAAAAAS8/Oegem3Gy6BA/s320/kickandy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327750749470220450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Just look at number 15!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;(you can click the picture, if necessary)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-794588942314013741?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/794588942314013741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=794588942314013741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/794588942314013741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/794588942314013741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2009/04/thank-you-kick-andy.html' title='Thank You, Kick Andy'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/Se_5FDn-YKI/AAAAAAAAAS8/Oegem3Gy6BA/s72-c/kickandy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-4154989571136490827</id><published>2009-04-01T22:18:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T22:23:15.659+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='award'/><title type='text'>Award</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SdOGLYwzqeI/AAAAAAAAAS0/0tGOfXP3q6k/s1600-h/yourblogisfabulous.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 185px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SdOGLYwzqeI/AAAAAAAAAS0/0tGOfXP3q6k/s320/yourblogisfabulous.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319743115038534114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Put the logo on your blog or post.&lt;br /&gt;2. Nominate at least 10 blogs which you think are FABULOUS.&lt;br /&gt;3. Be sure to link to your nominees within your post.&lt;br /&gt;4. Let them know that they have received this award by commenting on their blog.&lt;br /&gt;5. Share the love and link to this post and to the person from whom you received your award.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;nb: thanks for aryapradipta for the award :) i'll give the award for 10 person too. here they are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1. alice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;2. hunny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;3. kiki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;4. joko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;5. mbak vivie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;6. shar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;7. jo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;8. dwijelita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;9. adiindie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br 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title='Award'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SdOGLYwzqeI/AAAAAAAAAS0/0tGOfXP3q6k/s72-c/yourblogisfabulous.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-9014780611997742882</id><published>2009-03-25T20:34:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T20:40:23.292+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Owh yeah...=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/Sco0KXzOcJI/AAAAAAAAASc/jEd2aLBkz-E/s1600-h/IMG1135A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/Sco0KXzOcJI/AAAAAAAAASc/jEd2aLBkz-E/s320/IMG1135A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317119662856499346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/Scozs3NrtmI/AAAAAAAAASU/sJYNpIJIu48/s1600-h/IMG1136A.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/_yFbWfTKer0M/Scozs3NrtmI/AAAAAAAAASU/sJYNpIJIu48/s320/IMG1136A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317119155892893282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/ScozsZsf54I/AAAAAAAAAR8/Sg7Y9sWYK7k/s1600-h/IMG1139A.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/_yFbWfTKer0M/ScozsZsf54I/AAAAAAAAAR8/Sg7Y9sWYK7k/s320/IMG1139A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317119147969079170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/ScozsP9p4BI/AAAAAAAAAR0/sFsmL7vr7XY/s1600-h/IMG1140A.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/_yFbWfTKer0M/ScozsP9p4BI/AAAAAAAAAR0/sFsmL7vr7XY/s320/IMG1140A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317119145356681234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-9014780611997742882?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/9014780611997742882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=9014780611997742882' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/9014780611997742882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/9014780611997742882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2009/03/owh-yeah.html' title='Owh yeah...=)'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/Sco0Kq35aoI/AAAAAAAAASs/5D52WALNehY/s72-c/IMG1132A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-2936498394684255712</id><published>2009-03-24T21:06:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T21:35:10.821+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SPD'/><title type='text'>My (and his) Struggle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/Scju_xUlP4I/AAAAAAAAARs/9UsLMglpcIE/s1600-h/DSC01434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/Scju_xUlP4I/AAAAAAAAARs/9UsLMglpcIE/s320/DSC01434.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316762139449704322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/Scju_grDt8I/AAAAAAAAARk/8oOyNVY3qwc/s1600-h/DSC01437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/Scju_grDt8I/AAAAAAAAARk/8oOyNVY3qwc/s320/DSC01437.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316762134980573122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/Scju_i6wMOI/AAAAAAAAARc/dwxWYJ4R_LQ/s1600-h/DSC01460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/Scju_i6wMOI/AAAAAAAAARc/dwxWYJ4R_LQ/s320/DSC01460.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316762135583273186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/Scju_MSCqyI/AAAAAAAAARU/Rg21Riv4fdU/s1600-h/DSC01461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/Scju_MSCqyI/AAAAAAAAARU/Rg21Riv4fdU/s320/DSC01461.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316762129506937634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/Scju-lNGuyI/AAAAAAAAARM/V3eDSsIRuNo/s1600-h/DSC01464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/Scju-lNGuyI/AAAAAAAAARM/V3eDSsIRuNo/s320/DSC01464.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316762119017249570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;as you know, if there is a result, there must be a struggle to reach the result =) those are my second artwork of mind mapping and my thick summary for SPD. i proudly present those stuffs to all of you. hee hee ^^ the third and fourth artwork will be published SOON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-2936498394684255712?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/2936498394684255712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-1380299762744901156</id><published>2009-02-14T21:23:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T21:37:10.196+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SPD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy valentine'/><title type='text'>Artwork</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SZbVmQnNRNI/AAAAAAAAAQw/WMyDaDLenjE/s1600-h/DSC01244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SZbVmQnNRNI/AAAAAAAAAQw/WMyDaDLenjE/s320/DSC01244.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302660464546497746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;This was my first best artwork. thank you tay for helping me, i'll be nothing without you tay. hehehe. then the second artwork of mind-mapping will be published soon. actually, i just do those thing for SPD. it really wastes my time, honestly. huhuhu... ciayo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;happy valentine day, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-1380299762744901156?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/1380299762744901156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=1380299762744901156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-7179924131123461413</id><published>2009-02-07T17:04:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T17:17:54.848+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet memory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>KKN is over and SPD is coming!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SY1fnA4vcqI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Rbpa94fj9iU/s1600-h/DSC01008.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/_yFbWfTKer0M/SY1fnA4vcqI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Rbpa94fj9iU/s320/DSC01008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299997460342469282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Thank you for KKN friends for being my sweet friends =) at least, we could do it well. welcome to the real world!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Kak Yovita; you're just like my mom. i love you!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koko Alvin; thank you very much for your spirit, i'll always remember that memory is always left behind =)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diyah; thank you for being my roommate! the weirdest thing was when you made "tikar" became your blanket. ck ck.. how come, yah!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mega; thank you too for being my roomate and became a friend who was always gossipping with me :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wido; my honey-honey-an. i will not forget those "calling" moment in lonely malem mingguan. hahaha...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangkit; the leader of the group. kapan kita pijet2an lagi. gyahahahha...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tari; thank you for being my one day-roommate when i was sick! you're very kiiinddd!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister Bernadetta; thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; for jepit rambut and your caring. i love your laugh sist. hehehe...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you all! we're already back in the real world.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, welcome to SPD for me, and welcome to HELL too =)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciayooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-7179924131123461413?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SY1fnA4vcqI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Rbpa94fj9iU/s72-c/DSC01008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-4118368369439833595</id><published>2009-01-13T12:57:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T12:59:07.894+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling'/><title type='text'>Three More Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;many things i want to tell.. i wish i could be always happy =) thank you yaaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-4118368369439833595?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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Everyone'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-9088491818754634886</id><published>2008-12-28T07:43:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T07:53:02.095+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><title type='text'>Happy Anniv.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Thank you tay for calling me this morning. ahahhaa. take care always. love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-9088491818754634886?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-3868460417769133973</id><published>2008-12-25T20:05:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T20:22:58.418+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Sweet Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"i want to wish you a merry christmas, i want to wish you a merry christmas, i want to wish you a merry christmas, from the bottom of my heart..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;By the way, i've christmas gifts for me from me ^^ here they are...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SVOGcJ6H5uI/AAAAAAAAAPY/6tTZhPLN_tw/s1600-h/IMG0986A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SVOGcJ6H5uI/AAAAAAAAAPY/6tTZhPLN_tw/s320/IMG0986A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283714606089889506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;GREEN T-SHIRT :) it isn't &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;brown&lt;/span&gt; yaa. as usual, i hate to take picture of greeny things. it will become &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;browny&lt;/span&gt; one, right? huff..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SVOGQXgOGlI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/BTZy46Uy8ZY/s1600-h/IMG0981A.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/_yFbWfTKer0M/SVOGQXgOGlI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/BTZy46Uy8ZY/s320/IMG0981A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283714403580910162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;TOILETTRIES STUFF :) it's a great stuff to bring soaps, shampoos, perfumes, etc. it'll be my important stuff in Bantul later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SVOGPydzG4I/AAAAAAAAAPI/YXn-pTw8-8Q/s1600-h/IMG0978A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SVOGPydzG4I/AAAAAAAAAPI/YXn-pTw8-8Q/s320/IMG0978A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283714393638640514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;KARET DONUT :) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;pinky&lt;/span&gt; one, luv it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SVOGP5bAh7I/AAAAAAAAAPA/uknabu9gEeo/s1600-h/IMG0977A.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/_yFbWfTKer0M/SVOGP5bAh7I/AAAAAAAAAPA/uknabu9gEeo/s320/IMG0977A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283714395505985458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;MOBILE PHONE'S STUFF :) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;pinky&lt;/span&gt; again?!! hee hee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SVOGPqi6mcI/AAAAAAAAAO4/bpGjegT1G_E/s1600-h/IMG0979A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SVOGPqi6mcI/AAAAAAAAAO4/bpGjegT1G_E/s320/IMG0979A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283714391512619458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SVOGPh5CGtI/AAAAAAAAAOw/oeRlosnIba0/s1600-h/IMG0980A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 306px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SVOGPh5CGtI/AAAAAAAAAOw/oeRlosnIba0/s320/IMG0980A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283714389189466834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;and finally, PERFUME! even it's quite small, it isn't really expensive :) sooo, i bought it! and.... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;pinky&lt;/span&gt; again and again. i also have a plan to buy &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; jacket too! ahahhaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;okay everyone, the last word i want to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Merry Christmas 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Hopefully this christmas brings happiness for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;God bless you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-3868460417769133973?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/3868460417769133973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=3868460417769133973' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/3868460417769133973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/3868460417769133973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2008/12/sweet-christmas.html' title='Sweet Christmas'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SVOGcJ6H5uI/AAAAAAAAAPY/6tTZhPLN_tw/s72-c/IMG0986A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-7885196487661723791</id><published>2008-12-23T23:39:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T23:43:42.123+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bumblebee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Teachers of Bumblebee English Course</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-1b.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=216172782132695323&amp;amp;site=widget-1b.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=216172782132695323&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-1b.slide.com/p1/216172782132695323/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=216172782132695323&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-1b.slide.com/p2/216172782132695323/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=216172782132695323&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-1b.slide.com/p4/216172782132695323/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;before having christmas, we took photos after teaching some students. 1 month and a half, miss wuri and I will not teach there because of KKN, but we'll come back at february. we'll miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-7885196487661723791?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/7885196487661723791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=7885196487661723791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/7885196487661723791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/7885196487661723791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2008/12/teachers-of-bumblebee-english-course.html' title='Teachers of Bumblebee English Course'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-1172461570795786171</id><published>2008-12-09T19:23:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:44:11.144+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling'/><title type='text'>No English Please...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/ST5n8f_sIOI/AAAAAAAAAOo/gl_HSNooKjA/s1600-h/kids-study-cartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/ST5n8f_sIOI/AAAAAAAAAOo/gl_HSNooKjA/s320/kids-study-cartoon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277770102403244258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Sudah cukup aku dibuat penat dengan Semantic test hari ini. lumayan sih, tapi im not really sure. tadi malem baru blajar jam stengah 10 dan alhasil malah ketiduran. untung jam 2 pagi bangun, bela2in blajar sejam. pagi2 bangun malah bingung, blm blajar yg pragmatic. i hate this! huhuhu. ini sebab musababnya karna aku terlalu cinta mengajar. hihihi. tak baik juga ya rupanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besok interpreting test. udah cari bahan, tapi blum dipelajari. alasannya? simple but rather absurd. aku maunya blajar bersama wikan. jadi wikan yang ngomong basa indonya, aku yg interpret. wikan ngomong bahasa inggrisnya, aku interpret. banyak lho padahal. ada 6 topik, dan berlembar2. smuanya blum aku baca. ck ck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, slain jadi guru di Bumblebee EC, aku juga jadi guru private. lumayan sih, nambah2 penghasilan. malah lumayan banget. emang harus gitu kayaknya, biar maju. biar pendapatan per bulan tu bisa tetep stabil. tapi tenaganya juga harus banyak. makanya sering capek. sering gak ol. ini saya curhat mencurhat juga karna sedang penat dan lelah. hikz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bentar lagi udah mo KKN. lokasinya di Bantul, tepatnya di Desa Sumbermulyo. tepatnya lagi di pedukuhan Gersik. yahh, smoga bisa berjalan dengan lancar2 ajalah smuanya. tapi yang jelas, jadi banyak banget yg harus aku beli, bwt jaga2 di semasa KKN. dan besok gak mau bawa barang banyak ah, biar gak berat. tapi morning harus selalu jadi yg pertama dimasukin ke dalem tas. pokoknya, pengen cepet2 KKN selese. gak tau juga deh, besok bakal ulang taun dimana. yaa, liat aja nanti. aduh, klo dipikir2, 1 bulan? aihh, mana tahan? bisa kangen kangen kangen buanget pasti sama mas wikan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah KKN, SPD menghadang. semoga jugalah bisa berjalan dengan lancar juga. yg penting mulai belajar disiplin dari sekarang. klo gak sekarang, kapan lagi. mulai dari hal2 kecil aja deh. bangun tidur gak di molor2in. belajar gak di tunda2. *tapi dasarnya emg gini. hihihi. dan hot news ttg kelompok SPDku, ada yg kluar. huhuhu, ada yg mo mendaftar? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari Jumat besok, rencananya mo jalan sama Wuri. si ibu satu itu ngajakin saya jalan. berhubung saya juga sedang penat dan ingin berjalan2, ya gak mungkin saya tolak. hehehe. tapi masalahnya dompetnya meronta2. sudah cukup lama gak dikasih makan. hehhe. alias gak punya duit saya. yaa, smoga aja minggu ini dapet rejeki. jadi bisa shopping dan berfoya-foya sejenak deh akuw :) dan smogaaaaa, gaji bulan ini bisa cukup menafkahi saya di masa KKN Januari besok. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huuh, ya sudahlah. masih ada interpreting test untuk besok, introduction to english literature test untuk tgl.15, and thesis writing final project tgl.19. Smoga smuanya bisa terselesaikan dengan lancar deh. amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, this week or next week, wikan's parents will come to Jogja! sepertinya harus bertamu karna 6 bulan yg lalu sama skali gak main2. heheheh. that's all yaa. kali ini saya mengingkari janji lagi, untuk tidak berbahasa inggris. lagi sreg ngomong basa indo tampaknya. beberapa hari kmudian, aku bakalan posting home situation yg ter-update bwt Gora =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-1172461570795786171?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/1172461570795786171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=1172461570795786171' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/1172461570795786171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/1172461570795786171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-english-please.html' title='No English Please...'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/ST5n8f_sIOI/AAAAAAAAAOo/gl_HSNooKjA/s72-c/kids-study-cartoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-7880756205157584308</id><published>2008-11-29T19:48:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T20:00:46.584+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='only us'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet memory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Happy 5th Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/STE8snin1PI/AAAAAAAAAOg/c_B0LNPuyFY/s1600-h/aku+bahagia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/STE7QsAKd1I/AAAAAAAAALw/ZbE_vkSiurc/s320/IMG0841A.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274061796503353170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/STE7QmR9aqI/AAAAAAAAALo/SbXs__t8maQ/s1600-h/IMG0842A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/STE7QmR9aqI/AAAAAAAAALo/SbXs__t8maQ/s320/IMG0842A.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274061794967382690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/STE7QeTHvFI/AAAAAAAAALg/NMiipsWfNbs/s1600-h/IMG0843A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/STE7QeTHvFI/AAAAAAAAALg/NMiipsWfNbs/s320/IMG0843A.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274061792824769618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i will miss that night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-7880756205157584308?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/7880756205157584308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=7880756205157584308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/7880756205157584308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/7880756205157584308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2008/11/yesterday.html' title='Happy 5th Anniversary'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/STE8snin1PI/AAAAAAAAAOg/c_B0LNPuyFY/s72-c/aku+bahagia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-4015298823533438376</id><published>2008-11-20T11:15:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T20:53:17.534+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='only us'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><title type='text'>Celebrate it or not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://daisypath.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://daisypath.com/pic/081127/UNsS.jpg" alt="Daisypath Next Aniversary Pic" width="60" border="0" height="80" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.daisypath.com/93s8p7.png" alt="Daisypath Next Aniversary Ticker" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;we almost have a big FIVE years cintah! just make it easy when u're in a trouble or something. i'll always be at ur side. whatever it is, whenever it is. u know u'll always in my heart cintah! luv u always. i'll tell u about our absurd agreement later ^^ love u love u love u. one question i want to ask, "kita akan makan mewah di mana lagi sayang?" gyahahhaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-4015298823533438376?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/4015298823533438376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=4015298823533438376' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/4015298823533438376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/4015298823533438376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2008/11/celebrate-it-or-not.html' title='Celebrate it or not?'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-7274898449374506426</id><published>2008-10-31T22:04:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T22:28:50.952+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='only us'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyric'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>You Ought To Know That</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;From:WiTaygNga=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;31-Oct-2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;12:47&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;"Ak ngrasa cm pny km n Tuhan.tp aku jg pny family.brsn qta anniversary 4 taon 11 bln.ntar lg 5 taon.kpn nkh?=)smg cnt n cnt-Nya slalu bsrt qt n mnguatkn qta d dunia in.smg g dblng gombal..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;*with our sms style (rengket2) grin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This very short message always makes me cry in a sudden. not only crying, but also makes me realize that he does love me. indeed, he does really love me, too. i know it. *too confident, huh? one thing that makes me always proud of him is that he could give unpredictable surprise. surprise is not always like party or crowded. as you know, surprise can make you feel in a highest "thing". u know honey, we're gonna be alright. u'll be alright with me =) trust me. however, your short message flattered me successfully, honey! ;) oh ya, it also reminds me of a song from Glenn Medeiros. Poppi Kamadhatu is also nice when singing this song. check the lyric out. love it sooo much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;NOTHING'S GONNA CHANGE MY LOVE FOR YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;If I had to live my life without you near me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;The days would all be empty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;The nights would seem so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;With you I see forever oh so clearly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I might have been in love before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;But it never felt this strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;yes,&gt;&lt;i am=""&gt;*yes, i'm dying without you, honey. and this strong love makes me love you more and more*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/yes,&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;i am=""&gt;Our dreams are young&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i am=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;And we both know they'll take us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Where we want to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;you&gt;&lt;you&gt;*u must be knowing what our dreams are, honey*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/you&gt;&lt;/you&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;(Chorus 1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Hold me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Touch me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I don't want to live without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;that is=""&gt;&lt;that&gt;*that's what i want you to do NOW for me, honey*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/that&gt;&lt;/that&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;(Chorus 2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Nothing's gonna change my love for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;You ought to know by now how much I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;One thing you can be sure of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I'll never ask for more than your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;yes,&gt;&lt;yes,&gt;*you ought to know that, honey*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/yes,&gt;&lt;/yes,&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;(Chorus 3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Nothing's gonna change my love for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;You ought to know by now how much I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;The world may change my whole life through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;But nothing's gonna change my love for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;we&gt;&lt;we&gt;*we will change our life together, won't we?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/we&gt;&lt;/we&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;If the road ahead is not so easy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Our love will lead the way for us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Like a guiding star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I'll be there for you if you should need me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;You don't have to change a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I love you just the way you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;So come with me and share the view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I'll help you see forever too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;love&gt;&lt;/love&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;love&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;*LOVE makes questions, but LOVE is also the answer, honey. i LOVE you!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/love&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-7274898449374506426?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/7274898449374506426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=7274898449374506426' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy lebaran'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Mudik Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-75.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=216172782132176245&amp;amp;site=widget-75.slide.com" style="width: 400px; height: 375px;" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width: 400px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=216172782132176245&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-75.slide.com/p1/216172782132176245/bb_t011_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=216172782132176245&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-75.slide.com/p2/216172782132176245/bb_t011_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=216172782132176245&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-75.slide.com/p4/216172782132176245/bb_t011_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;rather late, but i still want to say Happy Ied for all of you! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-8131404878031336608?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-263555813775811589</id><published>2008-10-09T22:28:00.010+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:22:57.258+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;m only human'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whatever....'/><title type='text'>Lagi males banget ngomong basa inggris...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SO4r0z5JuoI/AAAAAAAAAH4/N8SiEYpnk5E/s1600-h/0038-0407-2910-4048_depressed_child_photos_children_photographs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SO4r0z5JuoI/AAAAAAAAAH4/N8SiEYpnk5E/s320/0038-0407-2910-4048_depressed_child_photos_children_photographs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255186001471060610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Jeng.. je&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;g.. *dengan nada panik dan kebingungan skaligus berkobar-kobar*, aku stress &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*dengan nada putus asa dan tak bergairah*"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;haduh, penat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;kali ngerasain kuliah di semester ini. Yang mulai dari PPL 2, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;yang notabene sudah selesai itu, sehing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;ga membuatku menjadi sangat malas untuk belajar mata kul yg lainnya *waktu PPL masih jala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;n, males. waktu PPL udah kelar, tetep males. ya ampuun, konsisten donk Bunga* hahahah... i'm laughing at myself *katanya males ngomong basa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; inggris?* Keadaan seperti ini membuatku m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;ales banget buat ngapa-ngapain. ditambah dengan mata-mata kuliah atau mata kuliah-kuliah atau mata kuliah-mata kuliah *haiyah stress* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;yang gak "ngenakke" itu. Mulai dari ESP (English for Specific Purpose) yang kerjaannya ngerjain worksheet, sampe kelas dengerin presentasi dan tanya jawab *dan saya gak pernah bertanya = passive student = gak kaget lagi*, lalu apabila ada ujian *blagu* menghafal sampe berbusa dan mampus alias modar. hahaha. edan. males banget. bgituuuu t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;erus. dan mungkin akan terus begitu sampe final test. uedan. belum lagi Semantics-Pragmatics yg juga doyan dengan presentasi dan presentasi. hanya bedanya gak ngerjain worksheet. entah apa yg harus aku perbuat besok di ujian minggu depan. huh. ditambah Interpreting yg BENAR-BENAR membuatku panic attack! semenjak liburan lebaran udah mikirin ni mata kul *dihhh lebay*. Yang seharusnya hari ini ujian Interpreting, tapi diundur hari Sabtu karna w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;aktu tidak mencukupi. haiyah. harus ngomong apa pul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;a aku ini. gak jadi maju aja udah deg-deg ser. huh *lagi*. belum lagi dengan Thesis Writing yg entah mau saya apakan. bingung dengan ketidakyakinan dan alasan yg sama skali jauh dari kuat. haduh, bingung bingung bingung mikirin TW. gimana mo langsung skripsi klo mikirin TW aja gak becus dan gak sepenuh hati. huhuhu. gini deh the real Bunga, seenaknya sendiri tapi entar klo dikomentarin atau dikritik gak mau denger ato pura-pura gak mau denger dan parahnya lagi malah balik komentarin yg ngomentarin saya. payah bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Prasaan dari tadi ngomongin yg gak enaknya mulu. ada kok mata kul yg menyenangkan, Introduction to English Literature *najis bett kan saya*. begi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;ni lho jeng. mata kul yg asyik itu memang karena pengulangan saja. sewaktu ngisi KRS, saya memang sudah bermeditasi untuk berniat mengubah nilai C menjadi B atau A. hahaha. dikarenakan nilai C sudah overload menurut saya *bener-bener najis klo ini*. belum lagi nilai C yg ditambah semester ini. karna rasa-rasanya, pesimis kali saya dengan semester ini. huh *lagi dan lagi* Tapi, mata kul PPL 2 yg berat dan memuakkan itu juga membuahkan hasil yg baik dan manis kok. Critanya kmarin dosen pembimbing tercinta memperlihatkan nilai akhir PPL 2 saya. Yaaa, merasa beruntung aja mendapatkan guru pembimbing yg cermat juga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SO4rPWJAMEI/AAAAAAAAAHo/DCojMzpCGoE/s1600-h/depressed2_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 187px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SO4rPWJAMEI/AAAAAAAAAHo/DCojMzpCGoE/s320/depressed2_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255185357829320770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; sewaktu mengisi nilai. Thx God, You're the best!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Rasanya penat kali aku mrasakan semester ini. Sebetulnya memang hanya 6 mata kuliah. 1 mata kuliah, yakni PPL 2, udah kelar. *gak banget sih pake kata "yakni"* Trus, 1 mata kuliah yg asyik itu, smoga bisa dapet A deh. ya mentoknya B deh, asal janga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;n C lagi. hahaha. gak banget banget klo dapet C lagi. Trus, 4 mata kuliah yg sangat mendera saya itu. huwaaa... entah bagaimana nasibnya, eike tak tahu menahu. let it flow sajalah yaa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau penat bgini, pengen makan ice cream rasanya. makan bersama siomay rasanya juga mantap tuh. pake burger ato spaghetti lebih mantap lagi. cocok nih klo ke McDonald. ato ke KFC ajalah yg ayamnya lebih enak. ato makan steak aja ya? minumnya chocolate milkshake dipadupadankan dengan french fries dan potato olala. ato makan bakso pak supri aja? bagaimana? tawaran menarik bukan? ato beli roti parsley aja? swiss? ato mirota bakery? sudah lama aku gak maem roti mirbak, kangen jaman SMA. makan ayam bu tini juga enak nih sepertinya. haiyah. paling enak itu klo makan sama mas Wikan. gyahahahha. mbok mangan tempe karo tahu pun, yo enak-enak wae *yo ncen enak!*&lt;br /&gt;haiyah. ngomong basa jawa gini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yasudlah. sudahlah. sudah cukup aku berpenat-penat ria di sini. Tuhan, pompa smangatku!!! Would You? Please.... *dengan wajah memelas dan penuh harapan* Tapi Tuhan jawabnya gini, "Yeee, situ niat ato gak jalanin idup? Kan situ yg ngejalanin, bukan eike." &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Hoaaam... ysudlah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Everything depends on me, on ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-263555813775811589?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/263555813775811589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=263555813775811589' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/263555813775811589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/263555813775811589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2008/10/lagi-males-banget-ngomong-basa-inggris.html' title='Lagi males banget ngomong basa inggris...'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SO4r0z5JuoI/AAAAAAAAAH4/N8SiEYpnk5E/s72-c/0038-0407-2910-4048_depressed_child_photos_children_photographs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-765589603285984670</id><published>2008-09-28T21:11:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T22:27:25.515+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling'/><title type='text'>Thinking of You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SO4iz0dDN0I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/hJSBdYJVBvQ/s1600-h/IMG0606A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SO4iz0dDN0I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/hJSBdYJVBvQ/s320/IMG0606A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255176088837109570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;dunno what to do.. i miss you!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;happy anniversary tay. 2 more months, we're going to reach five ys. love you always tay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-765589603285984670?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/765589603285984670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=765589603285984670' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/765589603285984670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/765589603285984670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2008/09/thinking-of-you.html' title='Thinking of You'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SO4iz0dDN0I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/hJSBdYJVBvQ/s72-c/IMG0606A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-4088097899038875985</id><published>2008-08-07T18:23:00.010+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T19:00:52.367+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whatever....'/><title type='text'>My feeling right now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SJrgxF6eW3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/bnSURWq88p0/s1600-h/with+esti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 261px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SJrgxF6eW3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/bnSURWq88p0/s320/with+esti.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231741051149900658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Many things i want to tell, want to share, want to shout, want to say something like a shit. hmmphh... i'm very busy now because i must have my teaching practice at senior high school and the school is SMA N 5 Yogyakarta as known as Puspanegara. Actually, as i told before, firstly i was located in JB (John De Britto college), but m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;y lecturer moved me to Puspanegara.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, i have done my syllabus for 1 year, lesson plans for 1 year, semester program, annual program, and effective day analysis. Oh my... i ever felt depressed, but i have Ibu Esti who always supports me all the time =) *thank you so much, Bu. And also Bu Tanti for your guiding (though i have to do that kind of works). huffh... but thanks heaven, i can do it. I can do all of the works.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One "thing" (i should call her "thing") that makes me sooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;oo..... argggh... this emotion cannot be controlled anymore. 3 times she mocked me. Actually, i don't know what she wants from me. Maybe she doesn't like me or maybe she wants to be ME! Her accent, her deed, her mocks, her words, her attitude, her behaviour, her face, her appearance, everything... i really hate those "things". All of her words very hurt me. And it cannot be forgiven, i think. Why don't you know yourself first? Why do you always see the negative from other people and especially from me? Why don't you see your negative by yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;urself? Why? Why? Why? And why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;me? Only one word in Indonesian: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SIRIK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But i can learn f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;rom this. Not only the bad things i got, but also good things. I like my classes. They're active and smart. They also a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ppreciate me. I'm still shy if they call me "Shireen Sungkar" (how come??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;?) hahaha... That's only a j&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;oke, i guess. And wh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SJrjuWego-I/AAAAAAAAAG8/gyIsaj70XQo/s1600-h/edu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 203px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SJrjuWego-I/AAAAAAAAAG8/gyIsaj70XQo/s320/edu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231744302591288290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;en they said "tombo ngantuk", that's only intermezzo i think. And then, i prefer to smile, hee hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. Maybe i cannot get "something like this" in another place. Thanks God for your guiding and bles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;sing. I hope i can do my teaching practice well until September 20th, 2008.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Those are my photos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; with Esti *SaDhar* and Jati *UNY* (go English Educatio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;n)&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/38819097407639959-4088097899038875985?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/4088097899038875985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=4088097899038875985' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/4088097899038875985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/4088097899038875985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-feeling-right-now.html' title='My feeling right now...'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SJrgxF6eW3I/AAAAAAAAAGs/bnSURWq88p0/s72-c/with+esti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-3976331789089008628</id><published>2008-07-21T22:23:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:42:07.097+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whatever....'/><title type='text'>Award from Shar =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SISrRzz82BI/AAAAAAAAAGk/URydTadv7jo/s1600-h/award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SISrRzz82BI/AAAAAAAAAGk/URydTadv7jo/s320/award.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225489790110849042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;the rules are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1) Put the logo on your blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;2) Add a link to the person who awarded you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;3) Nominate at least 7 other blogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;4) Add links to those blogs on yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;5) Leave a message for your nominees on their blogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;nb: thx Shar for giving me an award. i want to give this award too for..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1. kiki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;2. dk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;3. adiindie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;4. mr.cappuccino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;5. rhinoceros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;6. dwijelita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;7. boim lebon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-3976331789089008628?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/3976331789089008628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=3976331789089008628' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/3976331789089008628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/3976331789089008628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2008/07/award-from-shar.html' title='Award from Shar =)'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SISrRzz82BI/AAAAAAAAAGk/URydTadv7jo/s72-c/award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-1706928826578746913</id><published>2008-07-01T16:32:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T18:26:33.341+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>Love You Till The End</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I just want to see you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; When you're all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; I just want to catch you if I can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; I just want to be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; When the morning light explodes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; On your face it radiates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; I can't escape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; I love you till the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; I just want to tell you nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; You don't want to hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; All I want is for you to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; Why don't you just take me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; Where I've never been before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; I know you want to hear me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; Catch my breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; I love you till the end (x4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; I just want to be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; When we're caught in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; I just want to see you laugh not cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; I just want to feel you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; When the night puts on its cloak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; I'm lost for words dont tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; Cause all I can say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; I love you till the end (x5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; All I can say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; I love you till the end (x3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; Cause all I can say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt; I love you till the end (x3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="width: 300px; height: 200px; color: rgb(37, 191, 224); text-decoration: none; font-weight: normal;font-family:trebuchet ms,verdana,sans serif;font-size:x-small;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt; “Love You \'Till the End” by The Pogues&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="width: 300px; height: 200px; color: rgb(37, 191, 224); text-decoration: none; font-weight: normal;font-family:trebuchet ms,verdana,sans serif;font-size:x-small;"  &gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.mp3pimper.com/mediaplayer.swf" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="height=80&amp;amp;width=200&amp;amp;file=http://www.markryan.ie/ftp/Pogues - Love You Till the End.mp3&amp;amp;backcolor=0x112200&amp;amp;frontcolor=0xffffff&amp;amp;lightcolor=0xCCCC00&amp;amp;logo=http://www.mp3pimper.com/images/logo.png&amp;amp;autostart=true&amp;amp;repeat=false" height="80" width="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="width: 300px; height: 200px; color: rgb(37, 191, 224); text-decoration: none; font-weight: normal;font-family:trebuchet ms,verdana,sans serif;font-size:x-small;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mp3pimper.com/" title="Get your custom mp3 player for your profile from Mp3Pimper.com" target="_blank"&gt;Grab more Music @ Mp3Pimper.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nb: i miss you... recommended song by Angie. thx Ngie. you make me dying with this soong!! huhu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/38819097407639959-1706928826578746913?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/1706928826578746913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=1706928826578746913' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/1706928826578746913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/1706928826578746913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2008/07/love-you-till-end.html' title='Love You Till The End'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-2557343066563089709</id><published>2008-06-28T20:12:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:42:07.359+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><title type='text'>The Adventures of Tom Sawyer [Mark Twain]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SGY51LDVkxI/AAAAAAAAAGc/VjAr37ogC6E/s1600-h/the-adventures-of-tom-sawyer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SGY51LDVkxI/AAAAAAAAAGc/VjAr37ogC6E/s320/the-adventures-of-tom-sawyer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216920804017935122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Bunga/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Setting (of time and place):&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;The setting of the novel is in the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;St. Petersburg&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. School; when the children are studying graveyard; when Tom and Huck see the murder case, courtroom; when the trial is held, haunted house; when Tom and Huck see the treasure box that is brought by Red Indian Joe, McDougal’s cave; when Tom and Becky are lost, Welshman’s house; when Huck hides from Joe, villagers, and Widow Douglas. There is no exactly time, but on Sunday, there must be a Sunday School. Monday is the first day to go to school. When the murder is happened, it is in the midnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Main Characters:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;1. Tom Sawyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Description&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;He is a mischievous boy but not a bad boy. He is not an ordinary boy. He really loves his auntie. He is brave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;2. Huckleberry Finn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Description&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;He is hated and dreaded by the mothers of the town because they think he is idle, lawless, vulgar and bad. He is always dressed in the cast-off, and soon ragged, clothes of grown men. His hat is a battered straw hat with a large slice cut off the brim. His coat, when he wore a coat, hangs nearly to his heels, and his tattered trouser legs dragged in the dirt when not rolled up. He comes and goes at his own free will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;3. Aunt Polly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Description&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 1.5in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -1.5in; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;She is Tom’s aunt. She really loves Tom Sawyer. She knows Tom very well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 1.5in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -1.5in; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;4. Becky Thatcher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 1.5in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -1.5in; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Description&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;She has lovely little blue-eyed creature with yellow hair plaited into two long tails. She loves Tom Sawyer. She admires Tom because of his noble deed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;5. Red Indian Joe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Description&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;He is the murderer of Dr. Robinson. He is wicked and devil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Summary:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The story begins with Tom Sawyer, the boy, who is mischievous in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;St.   Petersburg&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. He is playing hookey and then punished by his auntie. The punishment is whitewashing the fence. When his friend, Ben, is coming to see what Tom’s doing, Tom persuades Ben with his saying, then Ben becomes eager to whitewash the fence. When Tom is playing and passing by Jeff Thatcher’s house, he looks the girl, named Becky Thatcher. He begins to show off in all sorts of absurd boyish ways in order to win Becky’s admiration. On Sunday, Tom always goes to Sunday School. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Tom hates Monday, because in Monday he has to go to school. One day in Monday, he pretends to be dying. But Aunt Polly knows that he is not sick. Finally, he still goes to school and meets Huckleberry Finn with the dead cat. They plan to go to the graveyard in order to cure any wart. There, Tom meets Becky. They chat each others and talk about engaged. In the middle of romantic talk, Tom makes a mistake by saying “Amy Lawrence”, another girl who ever come in his heart. Tom really hurts Becky’s feeling at that time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;The planning to the graveyard is successful. There, Tom and Huck see the mysterious murder. They look Red Indian Joe, Muff Potter and Dr. Robinson. Joe drives the knife into the Dr.’s breast. Tom and Huck swear that they will not tell everyone because they are afraid if the devil Joe will murder them if he is not be hanged. Tom tries to calm his guilty conscience by watching his opportunity and going to the little jail window and smuggled any small comforts through the murderer as he could get hold of. Aunt Polly and Sid see the indifference in Tom, so Auntie gives Pain-killer, a simply fire in a liquid form.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Joey Harper, Tom decide to become pirates (going lonely like a hermit), because he feels himself to be a forsaken and friendless boy. They go far from their family, but sometimes they feel homesickness. Their families believe that Tom, Joey and Huck are dead. The family comes to the funeral sermon, but suddenly the three ‘dead’ boys come marching down the centre. They praise God from the blessing to the three boys. Then, Tom tells that at that night, he dreams the event that perfectly the same as the event that happened that night. Sid is suspicious because it is pretty thin – as long a dream as that without any mistakes in it. Then Tom tells the truth that it is not a dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Tom did two noble things. The first is when he takes the beating for Becky’s misdoing. The second is when he tells the truth about the murder in the graveyard. One day, Tom and Huck want to find the treasure in the haunted house. But suddenly, they see Red Indian Joe in that house finding the treasure box. Tom and Huck want to get that box, but they do not know where the box is brought. They become young detectives and they follow Joe to the tavern number 2. Actually they have chance to get the treasure box, but they are afraid to come in the room. Then, Huck watches the whole night and follows Joe until the Cardiff Hill. Huck becomes understand the revenge of Joe to Dr. Robinson’s wife (Widow Douglas). Joe will not kill her, but only take revenge. Widow Douglas shows her gratitude to Welshman and Huck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Becky says to her parents that she will get a picnic with her friends, and will spend her night in the Susy Harper’s house. But in the next day, their families know that they do not go home. Actually, Becky and Tom is lost in the cave, because of the bat which put out their candles. Tom makes sure that he will find his way back to Becky after exploring the narrow passage by saying alright all the time. After they get out of the cave, Tom said to Huck that the treasure box is in the McDougal’s cave. There, they find Joe stretched upon the ground, dead. Then they find the treasure box under the rock. There are a couple of guns, a few pairs of shoes, a leather belt, some other rubbish soaked with the water drips, and twelve thousand dollar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Huck does not want to live with widow and he goes to the refugee. Tom Sawyer persuades him to back to the widow, and at last, he wants to try it for a month. Tom and Huck have the initation (swear to stand by one another and never tell the gang’s secrets).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;What is (are) the conflict (s) in the story?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;The main conflict of a novel is when Tom Sawyer tells the truth of the murder in the graveyard at midnight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;How did the story end? (conclusion)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;The Widow Douglas put Huck’s money into businesses that would earn him six per cent profit, and Judge Thatcher did the same for Tom at Aunt Polly’s request. Each lad had an income which was considered tremendous – a dollar a day for every week-day in the year. Huck is going to somewhere, and everybody search for him. Huck says that he is not everybody, he had to leave and he said that being rich is not all it is cracked up to be. Then on the third morning, Tom finds him in the refugee. Tom persuades Huck to go back to the widow. Huck want to try it for a month and then that night they have the initation; it is to swear to stand by one another and never tell the gang’s secrets, even if you’re in terrible troubles, and kill anybody and all his family that hurts one of the gang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;What is the theme of the book? (main idea of the story)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;We should be honest with everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Did you like the book? Why or why not?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Actually I’m rather confused with this novel. Sometimes I didn’t get the point and couldn’t understand. The story is like a choppy. The sentence is also weird for me. So, sometimes I got some troubles in the terms of this novel. Sometimes when I read the novel, I found the event, but I did not know what the reasons that make the event happened. It is rather difficult to find the main conflict in this novel. But overall, I like the adventure of Tom, especially when he did two noble things. I think, I also can admire the boy like him. I also like the sentence of Huck, when he said “being rich is not all it is cracked up to be”. This book was a little difficult.&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/38819097407639959-2557343066563089709?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/2557343066563089709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=2557343066563089709' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/2557343066563089709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/2557343066563089709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2008/06/adventures-of-tom-sawyer-mark-twain.html' title='The Adventures of Tom Sawyer [Mark Twain]'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SGY51LDVkxI/AAAAAAAAAGc/VjAr37ogC6E/s72-c/the-adventures-of-tom-sawyer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-8360408726266897385</id><published>2008-06-22T14:16:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T14:19:12.853+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home situation'/><title type='text'>Just for Gora =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-35.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1441151880775940149&amp;amp;site=widget-35.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1441151880775940149&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-35.slide.com/p1/1441151880775940149/bb_t062_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1441151880775940149&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-35.slide.com/p2/1441151880775940149/bb_t062_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1441151880775940149&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-35.slide.com/p4/1441151880775940149/bb_t062_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;This is our home situation Gor... =) take care always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-8360408726266897385?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/8360408726266897385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=8360408726266897385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/8360408726266897385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/8360408726266897385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-for-gora.html' title='Just for Gora =)'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-6117238236595062082</id><published>2008-06-16T22:36:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:42:07.387+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='only us'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SFaJTdqygjI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ERJ-QkSt6_A/s1600-h/di+mobil+%2817%29%5Bedit%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SFaJTdqygjI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ERJ-QkSt6_A/s320/di+mobil+%2817%29%5Bedit%5D.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212504586202546738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Thank you Wi.. You make my life perfect. i lovveeeeeeeee you muccho. muach muach. hee hee =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-6117238236595062082?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/6117238236595062082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=6117238236595062082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/6117238236595062082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/6117238236595062082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2008/06/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SFaJTdqygjI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ERJ-QkSt6_A/s72-c/di+mobil+%2817%29%5Bedit%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-6406739282395091703</id><published>2008-06-15T08:43:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T09:01:35.776+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;m only human'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='argument'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whatever....'/><title type='text'>Good News or Bad News? [part 2]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I know i'm not as smart as the others. I realize i have no competencies at all. I accept it if i do not deserve that chance. as I said before, may be God has a big plan for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing that i want from you is a respect. what do you mean with that "words"? even i know, i'm stupid. yes.... stupid, have no competencies, not confident, blah blah blah blah... that's up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my heart was getting better after i prayed in a church. God, please show me Your way to me so that i can understand everything. and till now, i'm not sure whether it is a good news or not. many friends give me strength with their own way. they always said to me that i can do it. i have to believe myself. i have to be optimistic. i have to learn more. i have to thank God because His beautiful gift to me. only God knows what will happen tomorrow. and it is my choice with His help. i hope there will be no obstacles anymore. amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah.. mungkin cobaan itu akan melampaui batasku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-6406739282395091703?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/6406739282395091703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=6406739282395091703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/6406739282395091703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/6406739282395091703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2008/06/good-news-or-bad-news-part-2.html' title='Good News or Bad News? [part 2]'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-5582247520370451752</id><published>2008-06-14T07:34:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T07:44:28.016+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusing'/><title type='text'>Good News or Bad News?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;This morning i got a short message from my lecturer. that short message contents something surprising which made me got up directly. without reason, she moves me in another school for my ppl 2. i don't know i must be happy or sad or disappointed, i really do not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the beginning, i felt nervous and afraid indeed. but as time goes by, i prepare my heart and everything to face my school observation. but in the other hand, i ever said to my friend, if God allows me. and in fact, God also has a big plan for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. that big plan will be answered later on 12.30 pm. *mungkin cobaan itu akan melebihi batasku.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-5582247520370451752?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/5582247520370451752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=5582247520370451752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/5582247520370451752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/5582247520370451752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2008/06/good-news-or-bad-news.html' title='Good News or Bad News?'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-1741219990125262829</id><published>2008-06-11T17:31:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:42:07.919+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweet memory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Showing off</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SE-p8eKU-NI/AAAAAAAAAGM/k9aGFK-fHjw/s1600-h/sandals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SE-p8eKU-NI/AAAAAAAAAGM/k9aGFK-fHjw/s320/sandals.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210570150244579538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Actually, I only want to show off my new sandals. hee hee. that's not important, i think. i bought these cute sandals with mas Wikan =) *informasi gak penting ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Oh ya, June 8-9, 2008, cosmo girls: bunga, dea, antiQ, leny, tyas, moniQ, [minus ajenk and putri] had a gathering. On June 8, firstly we went to church, where i didn't concentrate at all (met mas Wikan too). then, we had dinner at Nasi Goreng Sapi 3Bhe. The next day, we went to Sunday Morning UGM. I bought "something" but actually, that's not suit to me. I was rather disappointed when leny didn't want to go to the next plan with us. as usual, "anak muda", we went to Ambarukmo Plaza [amplaz]. we had lunch at Hot Meal, then we accompanied moniQ to Lempuyangan Station, because her home is in Solo. we also played with Goofy =) Well, that was a nice weekend. at least, we could be gathered again. here are some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-52.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2738188573441401682&amp;amp;site=widget-52.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2738188573441401682&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-52.slide.com/p1/2738188573441401682/bb_t056_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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Scott Fitzgerald)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SETN3_5XdxI/AAAAAAAAAF8/LIkmMZHg9CY/s1600-h/BD021%7EThe-Great-Gatsby-by-F-Scott-Fitzgerald-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SETN3_5XdxI/AAAAAAAAAF8/LIkmMZHg9CY/s320/BD021%7EThe-Great-Gatsby-by-F-Scott-Fitzgerald-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207513431075682066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Setting (of time and place): &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;West Egg, NewYork&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;, where Nick lives; the less fashionable of the two, thought this is a most superficial tag to express the bizarre and not a little sinister contrast between them. The house is at the very tip of the egg, only fifty yards from the Sound, and squeezed between two huge places that rented for twelve or fifteen thousand a season. The one on the right is a colossal affair by any standard-it was a factual imitation of some Hotel de Ville in Normandy, with a tower on one side, spanking new under a thin beard of raw ivy, and a marble swimming pool, and more than forty acres of lawn and garden (Gatsby’ Mansion&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;in the &lt;b style=""&gt;Long Island Sound&lt;/b&gt;). Across the courtesy bay the white palaces of fashionable &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;East Egg, New York&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, glitters along the water. The time is in 1922 in summer. There is also a flashback of Jordan Baker in 1917. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Character:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 21pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1.&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-size:7;" &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Nick Carraway&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;He is the narrator in this story. He sometimes feels lonely. He feels that there is a part of himself in Gatsby’s characteristic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 21pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;2.&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-size:7;" &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Jay Gatsby (James Gatz)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;He has tanned skin and short hair. He is the person who has mansion next to Nick’s door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 21pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;3.&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-size:7;" &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Daisy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Nick’s second cousin. She is Tom’s wife. She is the girl whom Gatsby loves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 21pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;4.&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-size:7;" &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Thomas Buchanan (Tom)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Daisy’s husband, Nick’s old friend in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;New Haven&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. He is a sturdy straw-haired man of thirty with a rather hard mouth and a supercilious manner. Two shining arrogant eyes have established dominance over his face and give him the appearance of always leaning aggressively forward. He seems to fill the glistening boots until he strains the top lacing, and his great pack of muscle shifting when his shoulder moves under his thin coat. It is a body capable of enormous leverage-a cruel body. His speaking voice, a gruff husky tenor, adds to the impression of fractiousness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 21pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;5.&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-size:7;" &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Jordan Baker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;She is a golf athlete. She is the woman whom Nick loves. She avoids clever, shrewd men, and she is incurably dishonest. She has insolent smile, grey eyes and jaunty body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 21pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;6.&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-size:7;" &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Myrtle &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Wilson&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;She is Mr. Wilson’s wife. She is in the middle of thirties, and faintly stout, but she carries her flesh sensuously as some women can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 21pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;7.&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-size:7;" &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;George B. Wilson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;He is Mrs. Wilson’s husband. He is a blond, spiritless man, anaemic, and faintly handsome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 21pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;8.&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-size:7;" &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Catherine McKee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;She is Mr. McKee’s wife. She is a slender, worldly girl of about thirty, with a solid, sticky bob of red hair, and a complexion powdered milky white. Her eyebrows had been plucked and then drawn on again at a more rakish angle, but the efforts of nature toward the restoration of the old alignment gave a blurred air to her face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 21pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;9.&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-size:7;" &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Chester&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; McKee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;He is Mrs. McKee’s husband. He is a pale, feminine man from the flat below. He had just shaved, for there was a white spot of lather on his cheekbone, and he is most respectful in his greeting to every one in the room. He is a photographer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Summary:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Nick is asked to continue to the prep school and come to East in the spring of twenty-two. He has dinner with Tom Buchanans, his old friend. There, he meets two women, Daisy and Ms. Baker. He hears from Ms. Baker that Tom has some women in &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;New York&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;. He is asked to look after Ms. Baker by Tom and Daisy. When Nick wants to go back to his home, Tom asks about the gossip of marriage to Nick, but Nick says that he isn’t even vaguely engaged. Then, he runs the car under the shed of West Egg and sits for a while. He sees Gatsby in a while, but when Nick sees Gatsby at the second time, he vanishes.&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Tom and Nick go to &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;New   York&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; in order to meet a girl of Tom, Mrs. Wilson, who actually already has a husband. They go to Catherine’s apartment and they get drunk there. Honestly, Mrs. Wilson loves Tom but they already have spouse. They make some plans in order to make Mr. Wilson do some studies for him. Mrs. Wilson tells about the chronological story when she meets Tom. But in the midnight, when Mrs. Wilson and Tom are discussing, in impassioned voices, Mrs. Wilson mention Daisy’s name, then her nose is broken by Tom. After that, Nick goes to the Pennsylvania Station for waiting the train.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Nick is invited to the party in Gatsby’s Mansion. There, he meets Jordan Baker and they chat together until they meet Gatsby. At the first time, Gatsby talks with picking the words with care. But after that, they chat together enjoying the time until Gatsby has to go. There is a butler that says to Baker if Gatsby wants to talk face to face. They are talking and Nick is alone. After one hour, they gather again and say good night because they will go back to their home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Tom begins to like to go to &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;New   York&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; again. He feels that he loves Jordan Baker. He makes a letter to Baker and he feels that he is the one of the few honest people that he has ever known.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;One day, Gatsby asks Nick to have lunch together. There, Gatsby tells the truth about who he is. It is proved by the photographs that he is the son of wealthy people in the Middle West and educated at &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Oxford&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. So, the rumors or gossip about him is totally wrong. In fact, the legally name of Jay Gatsby is James Gatz. His parents are shiftless and unsuccessful farm people. He follows Dan Cody to be a steward, skipper, mate, secretary and even jailor. Because of this, he put Cody’s photograph in his house. He is rich because Cody inherits money for him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;At lunch, Nick meets Mr. Wolfshiem, Gatsby’s friend. After lunch, Nick meets Tom. Tom and Gatsby shake hands briefly and not in the long time, Gatsby disappears. Gatsby feels weird because he meets the man who marries the girl whom he loves, Daisy. Actually, Gatsby asks Baker’s help to ask Nick go to the party first, then his cousin later, so that Nick can pursue his cousin to tea. Finally, Daisy accepts Nick’s ask to come to Nick’s house. Daisy meets Gatsby, they are embarrassed especially Gatsby who is really pale as death. But after chat each other, they talk seriously and Daisy cries at that time. Gatsby tells Daisy that he loves her so much. Gatsby asks Nick and Daisy to look at his house. After looking at his house, Nick leaves both of them to have “special” time just two of them. Gatsby’s deed touches Daisy, then Daisy said that she would like to get the pink clouds and put Gatsby in it and push him around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;After a long time Nick doesn’t meet Gatsby, one day he comes to the party at Gatsby’s home. There, he meets Tom. After the party ends, Gatsby says to Nick that he is afraid because he can’t understand what Daisy’s want. All he wants is only Daisy’s statement that she never loves Tom anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Daisy, Baker, Tom, Nick and Gatsby go to &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;New York&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;. Tom and Gatsby have a debate about their personal problem. Gatsby asks Daisy to say that she never loves Tom, and Tom is very angry at that time. They still have debate until Daisy says she also cannot say that she never loves Tom, in other words, she ever loves Tom. Then, in this case, Tom wins the debate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;In the &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Wilson&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;’s garage, there is an accident of Myrtle Wilson. Myrtle is crashed by the big yellow car that is driven by Daisy. Gatsby puts the car in the garage in West Egg, then nobody sees the car. Nick begins to hate him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Even though Daisy is not Gatsby’s wife, he is always sure that Daisy loves him so much. Gatsby feels that he already marries her. Some day, Nick wants to know about &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Wilson&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;’s news. &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Wilson&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; disappears and finds out the owner of the big yellow car, Gatsby. &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Wilson&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; goes to Gatsby’s house then he kills Gatsby first and then he kills himself. &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Wilson&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; knows that from Tom. Tom lies to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Wilson&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; at that time. In fact, the driver is Daisy, not Gatsby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;After the death of Gatsby, there are only three men who come to the funeral, Nick, Mr. Gatz (the father of Gatsby), and Mr. Klipspringer. There is no news from Daisy at all, also from Mr. Wolfshiem (Gatsby’s closest friend). Nick comes back to the West Egg.&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;What is (are) the conflict(s) in the story?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;The main conflict of a novel is the sacrifice of Gatsby to the woman whom he really loves, Daisy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;How did the story end? (conclusion)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;After the death of Gatsby, nobody comes to his funeral, except his father, Nick, Mr. Klipspringer and the man who has owl-eyed. Daisy and Tom do not go to the funeral and also the people who usually go to the party at his home. The news from Baker, she will be married with another man and she is very angry with Nick about the problem of bad driver and in the telephone. Nick hates Tom because Tom lies about the person who crashes Mrs. Wilson, and in a result, Gatsby dies. Nick comes back to the West Egg and he usually spends his Saturday night in the &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;New York&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;. He can feel what Gatsby feels, because he thinks that there is a part of himself in Gatsby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;What is the theme of the book? (main idea of the story)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;We should reach our dreams or loves by effort whether it will be success or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Did you like the book? Why or why not?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Actually, this book is little difficult especially in vocabulary. There are so many words that unfamiliar for me. But I really like the story. When I read this book, I couldn’t guess what would happen in the next. Besides, the story really flows well. I like Gatsby’s sacrifice to Daisy. I like the way of the writer writes the story. Sometimes it isn’t in chronological, but it didn’t make me confused. If I can choose, I want the story ends in chapter five. Why it so, because it is like happy ending. I really cannot guess if Gatsby dies in the end of the story. But one thin that makes me interest is because of his death, his love to Daisy will be forever. This book is the best book that I read for this Book Report project.&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/38819097407639959-8446275740137304103?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/8446275740137304103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=8446275740137304103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/8446275740137304103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/8446275740137304103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2008/06/great-gatsby.html' title='The Great Gatsby (F. 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L. Stevenson)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Setting (of tim&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;e and place):&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;The setti&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SD0tzukaYeI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Ykv8EVt-zGc/s1600-h/TreasureIsland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SD0tzukaYeI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Ykv8EVt-zGc/s320/TreasureIsland.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205367111007494626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ng of the novel is in the Admiral Benbow Inn (at the beginning part) in a bitter cold winter, with hard frosts and heavy gales. The event when Captain Bill goes to the beach is on January. The town named &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Bristol&lt;/st1:city&gt; is the place where the ship of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hispaniola&lt;/st1:place&gt; is anchored. The adventure of hunting the treasure is in the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Treasure  Island&lt;/st1:place&gt;. There are greycoloured woods over most of it, and the yellowsand seems to be the only brightness. The grey hills are rocky, and the one calls the Spy-glass is much taller than the others. The island looks grey and lonely.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Main Charac&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;ters:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Jim Hawkins&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Description&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;He is a bright and brave boy. He cares his friends with his own way.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" start="2" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Captain Bill&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Description&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;He is the brown old seaman. He is a strong, heavy, nut-brown man in a sailor’s dirty blue coat. There were scars on his hands, and his nails were black and broken. Across one of his cheeks, there is an old sword cut, which shows white against the brown of his face. He is plain and silent man. He seems to have no friends.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" start="3" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Dr. Livesey&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Description&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;He is not only a doctor but also a magistrate. He is neat. He is kind. He always helps somebody who is sick.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" start="4" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Squire Trelawney&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Description&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;He is a big tall man, over six feet high. He has an open friendly face, makes red and rough by the weather, and his eyebrows are very black. He is very generous. He is the owner of the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hispaniola&lt;/st1:place&gt; ship.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" start="5" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Long John Silver&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Description&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;He is a cook’s ship. He is very tall and strong. His left leg is cut off close to the hip and under his left shoulder, he leans upon a crutch. His face is large and plain, but he looks intelligent. At the first, he seems very kind and pleasant, but in fact, he is a wicked old seaman. In this case, Jim is so horrified at his cruelty, deceit, and power.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" start="6" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Ben Gunn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Description&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;He is dressed in goat-skins and old cloth. His voice is thick and awkward. He is dark and hairy. He is marooned for three years in the island.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" start="7" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Captain Smolett&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Description&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;He is the captain of the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hispaniola&lt;/st1:place&gt; ship. He is kind and very sensitive about the suspicions crews in the ship (Long John and friends)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" start="8" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Redruth, Hunter, Joyce&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Description&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;They are the men or servants of Squire Trelawney.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" start="9" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Abraham Gray&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Description&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;He is a carpenter. Because he is an honest man, Cap’n Smolett asks Gray to follow him in this adventure.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Summary:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Captain Bill comes to the Admiral Benbow Inn, where Jim’s father keeps it. One morning in January, Captain Bill’s old shipmate, Black Dog, comes to the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Inn&lt;/st1:place&gt; and there is a battle between Captain Bill and Black Dog. Captain is falling. Suddenly, Dr. Livesey, who will check Jim’s father’s health, comes to the inn and he says that Captain Bill has had a stroke. Captain Bill tells Jim in the room, if Bill is brought the black spot (a sort of warning), or Black Dog, or the man who has only one leg (Long John Silver), Jim has to go to the doctor, since he is also a magistrate. Jim has to do so because they all want to get Bill’s old sea-chest. Not for a long time, Captain Bill is dead after meet the blind man, Pew. Jim is burst into tears, because two people, his father and Captain Bill, are dead in not distance time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Jim and his mother find the key chest around Captain’s head. They bring all of the things in the chest and go to Dr. Livesey, because they hear the tapping stick voice of blind man. Out of the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Inn&lt;/st1:place&gt;, Jim sees blind man (Pew) behind the bushes, and actually, they do not only need the money but also the other thing, that is the map. Suddenly there is an accident; Pew is crashed by horses of Dr. Livesey’s help that is led by Mr. Dance. Mr. Dance and Jim go to the Dr.’s house and they meet Dr. and Squire Trelawney. Mr. Dance tells the entire story and he goes back home. Dr., Squire, and Jim open the oil cloth pocket from the sea-chest, and there are book and paper. The paper is the map of the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Treasure Island&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;They set out to go to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Bristol&lt;/st1:city&gt; in order to go to the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Treasure  Island&lt;/st1:place&gt; at dawn. In the voyage, Captain Smolett, the captain of the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hispaniola&lt;/st1:place&gt; ship, doubts and feels suspicious with the crew. Then his suspicion is proved by the overheard of Jim Hawkins about the plan of Long John Silver (the cook’s ship). Long John’s plan is “let them find the treasure and in the end, the treasure will be theirs”. Therefore, Cap’n Smolett has some strategies and it will seven against nineteen. Seven people are Jim, Dr. Livesey, Squire Trelawney, Redruth, Joyce, Hunter, and Cap’n Smolett. The nineteen are Long John and his crews.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Upon arriving to the island, Jim decides to go ashore alone. It is his first mad idea. He is afraid when he looks the murder by Long John and he decides to not go back to the ship. Then he meets Ben Gunn who is marooned for three years. In this case, Jim is so lucky to meet Ben Gunn, because actually Ben Gunn has done something, that is, finds the treasure, but Jim doesn’t know yet about this. The second foolish idea from Jim is when he goes alone again from the stockade and nobody knows about this. He does this in order to save his friends’ lives. When Jim goes, the stockade of Jim’s friends is attacked by Long John and his crews. They make bargain. Jim goes to the ship with Ben Gunn’s boat. He makes the ship free from her anchor and the next day he kills the cox’n, Israel Hands, and pushes him to the water. He does it too with Red Cap. Then he brings the ship into the North Inlet.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Jim’s plan is giving a surprise for his friends but it doesn’t work. The stockade is powered by Long John. Long John saves Jim from the five mutineers, and Jim saves Long John as the prisoner. The next day, Long John and Jim and five mutineers go to the treasure is placed. They see the deep hole and it’s not a new dug. The five mutineers dig with their fingers, crazy with disappointment. Suddenly there are shots and two men are shot by Dr., Ben Gunn, and Gray. Long John and Jim join them, Dr. Livesey says everything about why he gives Long John the map, and it is because Dr. already knows that the treasure is found by Ben Gunn. They go to the ship and plan to sail home. Long John is still a wicked seamen, he goes with no empty handed, but with 400 guineas. However, they reach &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Bristol&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; safely.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;What is (are) the conflict(s) in the story?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The main conflict of a novel is the Long John’s struggle to take the treasure between Long John’s crews and Jim and his friends caused by Long John’s whole soul that lay with that fortune. Whereas, Jim and his friends only want to save the treasure and give it to the rightful person.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="georgia" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;How did the story end? (conclusion)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The treasure is found by Ben Gunn. The treasure is shared fairly. Captain Smolett is retired from the sea. Gray saves the money and becomes a part owner of a fine ship and married. Ben Gunn gets thousand pounds and spent it in three weeks. Silver, the wicked old seaman, goes with no empty handed, but with 400 guineas (although it is so cheaply). The &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hispaniola&lt;/st1:place&gt; becomes the treasure ship. Jim thinks that the silver bar and the arms mentioned on the map is still buried in that island. They all reach &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bristol&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; safely.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;What is the theme of the book? (main idea of the story)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Let your conscience be your guide.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Did you like the book? Why or why not?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:oval id="_x0000_s1026" style="'position:absolute;"&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;span style="position: absolute; z-index: -1; margin-left: -13px; margin-top: 295px; width: 98px; height: 38px; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Bunga/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/msohtml1/01/clip_image001.gif" shapes="_x0000_s1026" height="38" width="98" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yes, I like the book (although I like the story of Dr. Jekyll more). One thing that makes me impressed is Jim’s brave. Even though in Jim’s opinion, he does the foolish things, but in my opinion, he does it by his conscience. I also agree if Jim is a kind person because he does something that is honorable. He does those things in order to save his friends’ lives. But I think, I prefer to his conscience. Just look at what happened after he does his mad ideas. The first idea, when he goes ashore alone, he meets Ben Gunn accidentally. Of course, Ben Gunn is a very influenced person in this story, because he is the person who finds the treasure. The second idea, when he makes the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hispaniola&lt;/st1:place&gt; ship free from its anchor. Then he kills the cox’n and brings the ship into the North Inlet. If Jim doesn’t do this thing, how come they sail home. I think, they are all saved because of Jim’s foolish things (as known as his conscience).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-181102099662797928?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/181102099662797928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=181102099662797928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/181102099662797928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/181102099662797928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2008/05/treasure-island.html' title='Treasure Island (R. 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Stevenson)'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SD0tzukaYeI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Ykv8EVt-zGc/s72-c/TreasureIsland.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-1559488998951976874</id><published>2008-05-26T13:18:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:42:09.225+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Teacher alike?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SDpaFukaYdI/AAAAAAAAAFU/KsVvUQglKFM/s1600-h/ibu+guru.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SDpaFukaYdI/AAAAAAAAAFU/KsVvUQglKFM/s320/ibu+guru.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204571373826630098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"Miss Bunga yg caper :P"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-1559488998951976874?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/1559488998951976874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=1559488998951976874' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/1559488998951976874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/1559488998951976874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2008/05/teacher-alike.html' title='Teacher alike?'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SDpaFukaYdI/AAAAAAAAAFU/KsVvUQglKFM/s72-c/ibu+guru.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-4162178680671495816</id><published>2008-05-24T22:20:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:42:09.679+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;m only human'/><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SDgyXekaYbI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5KiTOA3w6Gc/s1600-h/shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SDgyXekaYbI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5KiTOA3w6Gc/s320/shoes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203964748350775730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;After a long time, I'm waiting for my lovely computer!! ahahaha... I'm a qu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;ee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;n &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;of online again :D okay, actually I want to tell many things that already happened in my last three weeks. (by the way, I published my last reflection in the net cafe).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;Well, i'll tell you that finally i bought "sepatu ibu guru" =) ahaa, buccheri handmade shoes that i chose. here it is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;and you know? i really hate myself. i really want to change my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;HAIR STYLE! (nyebelin..nyebelin!) actually i don't hate myself but someone who tries &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;to be my twin (nyebelin..nyebelin!) huhuhu... yes, i've to change my style anyway. do you have any idea for me?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;May be this is the last pic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;ture of me (just may be). to be honest, i really love my current hair. but yeaah, i'm waiting for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SDgyiekaYcI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rMAcJyBOiTI/s1600-h/bungas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SDgyiekaYcI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rMAcJyBOiTI/s320/bungas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203964937329336770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt; your idea then. how if i dye my hair become a greeny o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;ne?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;next, about my part time job. i made many mistakes there though sometimes i could be happy when seeing my "little" students were so innocent. i can't avoid the fate if i'm also a human. it should be OK, dong ;) my embarrassing mistakes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;1. daughter; i pronounc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;e /au/. ck ck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;2. coming late!!! *i made a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt; classic reason, but that's true!!! i didn't lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;3. toe; i said that it's "tum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;it". haha.. you can laugh at me and i accept it with pleasure *grrrrrr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;4. i permitted my stude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;nts to sing a song of Sunday school. hahaha. but, if they didn't want to be forced, what will you do? force them to sing an English song, though they didn't like it? i don't know. persuading is very difficult. i'm a moody girl and asked to te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;ach children? oh my... i think my attitude is the same as them. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;yeaaa, that's all for today *kayak ngajar aja. one more, i'll change my font from this time in order to give the convenience for the readers (but remember, still in greeny style) hihihi ;))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;nb: saya lega bisa bercerita lagi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/38819097407639959-4162178680671495816?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/4162178680671495816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=4162178680671495816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/4162178680671495816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/4162178680671495816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2008/05/finally_24.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SDgyXekaYbI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5KiTOA3w6Gc/s72-c/shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-7384567001825742841</id><published>2008-05-22T12:39:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T12:40:21.714+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Micro teaching [PPL 1] Gabriela Bunga Pramudhita/051214101'/><title type='text'>Reflection of MicroTeaching [The Last Meeting]</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="justify"&gt;Last Friday was the last meeting of Micro Teaching [PPL 1] class. My five friends did a good teaching performance. First teacher was Beni. I think your performance was good, but next time you have to speak louder so the students can hear you well. About your game, I think that was interesting but please make sure about the instruction or the picture before you gave the game for your students. You know, misunderstanding will come anytime. The second was Taju. That was great performance. You gave different strategy to make each group discuss together before performing in front of the class. But I didn’t see any correction from you when students made mistake.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="justify"&gt; The third turn was Dinar. I love the videos, strawberry milkshake and omelette. You know how to prevent students’ boredom. I didn’t see any problem in your performance. And thanks for the candies =) and also the recipe. Hahaha… Fourth was Koko. You were very confident when teaching the students. Sometimes I didn’t understand what you mean because I heard unclear words. But you look more handsome with your blazer ;) Overall, you did a good job, Koko! The last but not least was Andre. I think you didn’t consider about the limit of time. Or may be you think that you were the last and nobody could disturb your performance =) You gave interesting assignments even though there were so many. But I like the way you teach the students, the way you give fully attention to the students.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="justify"&gt;For all my friends and Mrs. Carla:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="justify"&gt;Thank you Mam for your guidance, advice, and support.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="justify"&gt;Congratulation friends! Hopefully we all can be a good teacher (if you don’t want to be a teacher, at least, you can be a good teacher for your children later) hee hee.. :P&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="justify"&gt;Bunga&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-7384567001825742841?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/7384567001825742841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=7384567001825742841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/7384567001825742841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/7384567001825742841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2008/05/reflection-of-microteaching-last.html' title='Reflection of MicroTeaching [The Last Meeting]'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-873817109553941262</id><published>2008-05-11T20:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T20:50:27.968+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Micro teaching [PPL 1] Gabriela Bunga Pramudhita/051214101'/><title type='text'>Reflection of The 11th Meeting [Micro Teaching]</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Last Friday, my five friends had been performed their teaching performance. The first one was Molen. I could see the progress from the first in her performance. At that time, she was really like a teacher. She could explain well and answered the students’ question. But she must improve her voice later, if she will teach another class. The second turn was Angga. He gave us an interesting reading passage. His strategy is good. The third was Mega. Actually, she was good in teaching the class. But in the end, she said “since you were good students….” May be she didn’t realize that sentence, because it means that the students are not good anymore ^^ (but it’s ok). Then about the adjective of exist (as far as I know, the adjective is existent). Because I knew that I had to pretend to be a senior high student, I accept your correction then. But overall, you did a good job. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The fourth was Yoseph. He was still nervous at the first time. But after that, he could teach well. But the atmosphere of the class tended to be bored. The fifth was Wuri. I think, she was success at this time, because she gave us nice video (the example of instruction), then the atmosphere of the class was also alive. May be you should be firm once again to the student if there is a student who makes some justified.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-873817109553941262?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/873817109553941262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=873817109553941262' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/873817109553941262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/873817109553941262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2008/05/reflection-of-11th-meeting-micro.html' title='Reflection of The 11th Meeting [Micro Teaching]'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-4084594791157003311</id><published>2008-05-04T12:39:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T08:10:08.374+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Micro teaching [PPL 1] Gabriela Bunga Pramudhita/051214101'/><title type='text'>Reflection of The 10th Meeting [Micro Teaching]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;        Last Friday was my five friends' turn. The first was Putri. She taught us about recount text, but in reading class. I think, her strategy in making the assignment (esp. for reading) was great. She made "Teka Teki Silang", so it made students didn't get bored. But, may be she was not really enthusiastic when teaching. Her voice was not really louder. The second was Bangkit. He was a teacher alike. He could answer all students' questions, even though that was difficult. It seems that he was not nervous at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;        For Toto and Frida, I already gave them comments, because I was the observer for them. And I think, I don't need to write it again here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;        Then, the fifth turn was Dhion. He could conduct the beginning of the lesson well. He gave us something like warming up, that was, chicken dance. That's good to make students interested. But I was rather confused when he told that imaginative is also in recount. Although, Ms. Putri had explained about that, actually, the students were still confused about that, because Mr. Dhion didn't explain further about that. The sixth turn was Nita. She was really great (as usual). But I was rather disappointed when she said that one of the students were so special in her eyes. When she said "there must be one group that has 5 people, and it must be someone's group". When the students asked, why him? Then she said "because he's smart". I think, that sentence was too subjective. And the other students will feel inferior and think that the other was not smart. I think, you have to be careful when choose the word for students. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;        Yes, that's all. Overall, they did a good job! Congratulation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-4084594791157003311?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/4084594791157003311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=4084594791157003311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/4084594791157003311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/4084594791157003311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2008/05/reflection-of-10th-meeting-micro.html' title='Reflection of The 10th Meeting [Micro Teaching]'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-2711686049817412066</id><published>2008-04-30T22:01:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:42:09.960+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good news'/><title type='text'>Yippie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SBiLhrGbHWI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ksAqj3_h620/s1600-h/adf-cartoon-money-bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SBiLhrGbHWI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ksAqj3_h620/s320/adf-cartoon-money-bag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195055580793478498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;"&gt;Today I got my first salary!!! Ahahahha... Finally, I could earn my life by myself *hahahhaha. Actually, my plan is ... umm, I want to buy something *that I will always remember. I'll buy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;perfume&lt;/span&gt;, I guess ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-2711686049817412066?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/2711686049817412066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=2711686049817412066' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/2711686049817412066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/2711686049817412066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2008/04/yippie.html' title='Yippie!'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SBiLhrGbHWI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ksAqj3_h620/s72-c/adf-cartoon-money-bag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-192650311764982034</id><published>2008-04-28T22:23:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:42:10.088+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home situation'/><title type='text'>Baby Chicken</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SBXsdbGbHVI/AAAAAAAAAEM/MGufjuE4qnA/s1600-h/baby+chickens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SBXsdbGbHVI/AAAAAAAAAEM/MGufjuE4qnA/s320/baby+chickens.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194317735476796754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;They're coming to the world!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-192650311764982034?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/192650311764982034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=192650311764982034' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/192650311764982034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/192650311764982034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2008/04/baby-chicken.html' title='Baby Chicken'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SBXsdbGbHVI/AAAAAAAAAEM/MGufjuE4qnA/s72-c/baby+chickens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-6661891758942869609</id><published>2008-04-27T18:25:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T18:33:34.435+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='argument'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='article'/><title type='text'>Communicative Language Teaching in Teaching English as a Second Language</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Communicative Language Teaching (CLT) is a method of language teaching which can make the class activities being more active. CLT aims for making communicative competence the goal of language teaching and developing procedures for the teaching of the four language skills that acknowledge the interdependence of language and communication (___,___). CLT can be implied for students by working in pair or group, and they will discuss and talk about the given material. However, CLT also has a strong and a weak version:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0in 46.2pt 0.0001pt 53.85pt; text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;“There is, in a sense, a ‘strong’ version of the communicative approach and a ‘weak’ version. The weak version which has become more or less standard practice in the last ten years, stresses the importance of providing learners with opportunities to use their English for communicative purposes and, characteristically, attempts to integrate such activities into a wider program of language teaching. … The ‘strong’ version of communicative teaching, on the other hand, advances the claim that language is acquired through communication, so that it is not merely a question of activating an existing but inert knowledge of the language, but of stimulating the development of the language system itself. If the former could be described as ‘learning to use’ English, the latter entails using English to learn it.” (Howatt, 1984)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0in 46.2pt 0.0001pt 53.85pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 200%;font-size:10;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-right: 1.3pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;According to Finocchiaro and Brumfit (1983), in CLT, the students can interact with other people, either in pair or group work. Students are expected to be active in class. Students can share each other in discussion. In teaching and learning activities, students and teachers have certain role. According to Breen and Candlin, the role of learner is as negotiator whereas the role of teacher is as facilitator, researcher, learner, and a person who acts as an independent participant within the teaching-learning group. Students are expected to be able to interact either with the other students or the teacher.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-right: 1.3pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;The communication in teaching English as a Second Language (ESL) between teacher and students or a student and the other students can be called successful if the communication is authentic and meaningful in the classroom activities. By using CLT, students will be fluent to speak English with others. However, it is not really appropriate for Indonesian students. CLT is difficult to be applied for Indonesian students.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-right: 1.3pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;There are some problems why this method is not appropriate. First, the students tend to be passive in the class. Usually the teacher gives a chance to the students to ask the question, but usually nobody is willing to ask. If the teacher divides the students into some groups to discuss the given material, the students tend to discuss the other things, not focus on their work. It is very difficult for the teacher to make an effective class. Second, the teachers usually give lecturing. Everyday, the teachers always give theory. The students are not often given a chance to practice the theory. It always happens in every school in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Indonesia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. It can be called if the way of teaching is monotonous.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-right: 1.3pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;The causes are that students are not confident to talk in front of the class. It is like an Indonesian students’ habit. When they come in front of the class, they are afraid if they will make a mistake. Then, the way of teaching-learning activities are usually boring. The students do not have a motivation to listen or active in the class.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-right: 1.3pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;These problems and causes are really contrast with the method of CLT. There should be a motivation either from the students or the teachers of English Second Language (ESL teachers). There is no problem with CLT, but the problem is in the way of teaching and learning activities by the Indonesian students and teachers. It should be changed to the other way.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;In CLT, there are a lot of activities to do in gaining active classroom; in this case is ESL classroom in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Indonesia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Indonesian students tend to be passive, therefore teacher should have a skill of creating fun atmosphere in the classroom, so that it can prevent the students from fatigue and boredom. Teachers also build good relationship with students by showing attention and they need to focus on every student in the class because not all students have the same behaviour and habits. Therefore, it is very difficult for teacher in handling student who prefer not to get closer to their friends, isolating themselves from society. In this case, teacher should apply psychological approach to help non-confidence students to associate with their surrounding because the interaction between teacher and students and between the students itself is very helpful in establishing fun and active classroom. They can easily share their opinion without feeling doubtful or afraid of making a mistake. Students can explore their mind then transfer it to the other students and their teacher because they feel secure around people who are very familiar to them; they feel easy to share their opinion. Teachers also need to be creative in creating classroom activities, they can use a kind of mediums (e.g. audiovisual aid) to help establishing a non-monotonous teaching. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;It would be better if teachers are not only lecturing but also interacting with their students. Almost all students in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Indonesia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; are difficult to be active in the classroom. To build the atmosphere, teacher can create such activities given below:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Role Play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: justify; line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;In this activity, students can explore their abilities through speaking and making or developing a short situational play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: justify; line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;This activity helps student to develop their psychology and psychomotoric aspect so that they can grow normally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Pair work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: justify; line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;This activity provides the students a media to exchange their thoughts and establish a good communication between the students.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Learning by teaching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: justify; line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;This activity gives the students a chance to speak in front of the class to gain their confidence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;The teacher also can do another activities based on their creativity, however not all the activities can be used in teaching the students. The teacher should choose the most suitable activities which can really help them in developing the material.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0in 46.2pt 0.0001pt 53.85pt; text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“However, not all courses that utilize the Communicative Language approach will restrict their activities solely to these. Some courses will have the students take occasional grammar quizzes, or prepare at home using non-communicative drills, for instance.” (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Communicative_language_teaching"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Communicative_language_teaching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, _____)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0in 46.3pt 0.0001pt 0.75in; text-align: justify; line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a name="Critiques_of_CLT"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 200%;font-size:85%;" lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0in 46.2pt 0.0001pt 53.85pt; text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"  style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;“Another way is to include an opportunity for students to discuss a topic in small groups before there is any expectation that they speak in front of the whole class. Evelyn Doman suggests that "The need for ongoing negotiation during interaction increases the learners' overt participation..." It is this involvement we need to harness and build on.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the participation is hardly what we would define as 'negotiation', but merely a contribution. For a few students, just uttering a word or a phrase can be an achievement.” (Belchamber, _____)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0in 46.2pt 0.0001pt 53.85pt; text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;In CLT, students need to be active in the classroom. The teacher still sets up exercises and gives direction to the class, but the students do much more speaking than in traditional classroom. Students take responsibility to participate in the class and it can often lead to an increasing sense of confidence in using a language for the reason that the goal is for the students to communicate their needs and thoughts without worrying about having perfect grammar. The important thing is that the students have courage to speak up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;CLT emphasizes on the classroom context which is used to create activities to teach students how to react in a real world situation. This method is very helpful for the teachers who want to gain the students’ skill in mastering a second language. However, teacher still find the difficulty for applying CLT in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Indonesia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; because the students’ motivation to participate in the class is low.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: right; line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Anastasya Erlita Putri (051214100)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: right; line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Gabriela Bunga Pramudhita (051214101)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: right; line-height: 200%; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" align="right"&gt;*jamannya semester 5 =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-6661891758942869609?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/6661891758942869609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=6661891758942869609' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/6661891758942869609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/6661891758942869609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2008/04/communicative-language-teaching-in.html' title='Communicative Language Teaching in Teaching English as a Second Language'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-1722608201426634398</id><published>2008-04-25T20:08:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T20:22:02.462+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Micro teaching [PPL 1] Gabriela Bunga Pramudhita/051214101'/><title type='text'>Reflection of 9th meeting [Micro Teaching]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Actually, I was not satisfied with my performance. At the first time (when I make my lesson plan), I was not sure with my material (the listening passage). I realized that my material was too difficult for Senior High School students. And it happened when I asked them to do the pre-listening (find the synonym and put the word in the blank space to make the sentence complete). My activities was really out from my teaching learning activities that I've made in lesson plan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;     For the material... it was really difficult to find the material about recount text in listening passage. Then I got "the difficult" one, then I chose that difficult one to be my material in my final test teaching performance. The vocabulary were very difficult, though the topic was really exciting and interesting (I think). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;     Oh my... I don't know what will happened. I will be ready for the unkind  comments from my observers. I have to! But, out of the material. How about my teaching strategy? I forgot to give chance for students to ask some questions (I guess). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;     Okay... that was very unsatisfying performance. Fiuuhh...&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/38819097407639959-1722608201426634398?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/1722608201426634398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=1722608201426634398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/1722608201426634398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/1722608201426634398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2008/04/reflection-of-9th-meeting-micro.html' title='Reflection of 9th meeting [Micro Teaching]'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-4304910148947254816</id><published>2008-04-24T23:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T23:10:01.214+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling'/><title type='text'>Argh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Please be consistent donk Bunga...!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-4304910148947254816?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/4304910148947254816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=4304910148947254816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/4304910148947254816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/4304910148947254816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2008/04/argh.html' title='Argh!'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-5177971738749265780</id><published>2008-04-23T12:24:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:42:10.427+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Micro teaching [PPL 1] Gabriela Bunga Pramudhita/051214101'/><title type='text'>Reflection of Micro Teaching in Lower Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="justify"&gt;For Micro Teaching in lower class, I have a nice partner, she is Wuri. We got the topic: Description of Natural and Mechanical Process. At the first time, we were confused to find the material, because we did not know and were not really sure with the material. Finally we got the material about natural, that is, how the rainbow is formed, dew, solar eclipse a&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SA7Kl7GbHTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/cgsro361aCg/s1600-h/DSC00119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SA7Kl7GbHTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/cgsro361aCg/s320/DSC00119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192310173273365810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nd total solar eclipse, and cloud. The examples of mechanical process are how to make fried instant noodle, save the money in the bank, and make an origami.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="justify"&gt; Actually, we were afraid if we gave an invalid material (I mean, the scientific one). But we think that we have to be confident with everything that we have. So, we got the material from Indonesian article, then we translated it into English.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="justify"&gt; I conducted the induction activities. We made 3 sections in the speaking class (the class of Sr. Rachel). The first section is ice breaking: whispering games, second is explanation about natural and mechanical process, then third is they did practice.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="justify"&gt; Before starting the class, as usual in that class, they have a sharing time (two persons have to come in front and share everything that they want to share. Then, begin with the ice breaking. The whispering game was really uncontrolled (yeah, as we know, whispering game is only for fun, it’s just a warming up). But I could see that they enjoyed my class at the first time. In the second section, I gave them explanation about describing of natural process that is rainbow. As usual, I asked them questions to build the atmosphere; what is natural process, what are the examples of natural process, etc. And I was very happy because this class was active and most of the students were clever. Then, Wuri’s turn was coming. She explained the mechanical process. In this section, we did nice performance (I think) =) even though we were very nervous at that time.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="justify"&gt; The third section was practicing. The students were asked to make a brief conversation that included the description of natural and mechanical process in pairs. Wuri and I gave the example firstly so that they could understand easily. They had to choose one colour of star, and then inside the paper was the task. Then, they were given 10 – 15 minutes to make the conversation. Actually, not all of the students could perform their conversation in front of the class. But it’s okay. The important was that they could describe the both process of na&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SA7LFbGbHUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/t9wbPEoAUiA/s1600-h/DSC00120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SA7LFbGbHUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/t9wbPEoAUiA/s320/DSC00120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192310714439245122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tural and mechanical. And if they worked in pairs, we were sure that they worked and discussed together.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="justify"&gt; Honestly, if there was still a time, we would ask all the students to perform their conversation. But we didn’t realize that time went very fast. At the end of the meeting, as usual we asked what they have learned. But we didn’t correct their mistake or give some feedbacks for them, because I just realized about this “thing” in the reflection section in our last meeting. (After looking students’ teaching performance, there was no feedback directly in speaking class.) Then, we gave them souvenirs and alpenliebe as our gratitude to them.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="justify"&gt;Here is the comment from my observer (Sr. Rachel):&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="justify"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;I think your scientific description of how a rainbow is formed is incorrect! The raindrops do not have colour. Overall, good. Perhaps letting all pair perform makes it long. May be good to spend the time letting all have more active process.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="justify"&gt;I want to say thank you for Sr. Rachel once again, for the opportunity to have the microteaching class in your class. And for the students of 2007, for your cooperation and attention. Thank you for God, for your blessing and strength that you gave to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-5177971738749265780?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/5177971738749265780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=5177971738749265780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/5177971738749265780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/5177971738749265780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2008/04/reflection-of-micro-teaching-in-lower.html' title='Reflection of Micro Teaching in Lower Class'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/SA7Kl7GbHTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/cgsro361aCg/s72-c/DSC00119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-1422903313464336390</id><published>2008-04-14T18:58:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T19:33:16.671+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Micro teaching [PPL 1] Gabriela Bunga Pramudhita/051214101'/><title type='text'>Reflection of the 9th meeting [Micro Teaching]</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="justify"&gt;Actually, first I want to share about my observers’ comments on my teaching performance.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="justify"&gt;“Bunga you are already teacher alike. Your appearance is just nice, except for your flat shoes. But, you forget to ask students to read the example of feeling happiness and symphaty (since it is a speaking class and drilling will be good strategy). But you close your performance nicely with your cute video which contains a message to your students”  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="justify"&gt;“Make a drill especially for the expression for all the students. You can spend your time more efficient. Check your students’ pronunciation. Basically, you did a good job.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="justify"&gt;“Well done, Bunga. I saw “a teacher” on you… Overall, your teaching is good. Just a lil bit attention to the noisy students to make sure that they are discussion the topic/task from you. I did not see you’re nervous. Nice job. Gbu.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="justify"&gt;Thank you my friends. Critics can make a progress for me =)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="justify"&gt;The last performances from my friends were good. I hope that we can do it again in the next performance.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-1422903313464336390?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/1422903313464336390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=1422903313464336390' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/1422903313464336390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/1422903313464336390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2008/04/reflection-of-8th-meeting-micro.html' title='Reflection of the 9th meeting [Micro Teaching]'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-4183684519791242244</id><published>2008-04-13T18:57:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T19:32:50.436+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Micro teaching [PPL 1] Gabriela Bunga Pramudhita/051214101'/><title type='text'>Reflection of the 8th meeting [Micro teaching]</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="justify"&gt;The last meeting was my teaching performance. Actually, I was quite satisfied, but there was some parts that I forgot to tell to the students. At the first time, I felt nervous because I was the first student who had to perform and the computer had a problem. But it could be handled and the computer was replaced by laptop. Why I talk about computer? Yes, because at the last part, I want to give a short video related to my topic =) Because of computer problem, I felt no nervous anymore. I didn’t know why, but when I said “good afternoon” to my students, they really looked like my real students =) The greeting was going well, but I forgot to tell the objective of the lesson. Then, in the question session, when Taju asked me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="justify"&gt;“Mam… what is terrible?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="justify"&gt;“Terrible…em…it’s like…what?” (thinking and thinking)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="justify"&gt;“(silent)”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="justify"&gt;“(Oh my God, apa sih itu namanya? I really was blank at that time!)”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="justify"&gt;Then I said…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="justify"&gt;“Terrible is… yaah… kok gitu sih?”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="justify"&gt;Hahaha…!!! That was so embarrassing! Thank you God because I could answer the 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; question. Hee…hee…=) After lecturing about feeling of happiness and sympathy, I gave them a role and situation then they had to perform their conversation in front of the class. I like it because I can give them comments. At the last part, I forgot to ask them to make a reflection. Yeah, I think that’s all =) Thank you God, for the strength that is given to me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="justify"&gt;Nb: For my other friends, they were great. They could manage their time and class well.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-4183684519791242244?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/4183684519791242244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=4183684519791242244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/4183684519791242244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/4183684519791242244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2008/04/reflection-of-7th-meeting-micro_13.html' title='Reflection of the 8th meeting [Micro teaching]'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-2894283284347829519</id><published>2008-04-03T15:55:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T16:08:49.850+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Micro teaching [PPL 1] Gabriela Bunga Pramudhita/051214101'/><title type='text'>Reflection of the 7th meeting [Micro teaching]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    I have to said that they were so great! First teacher was Frida. Frida gave the explanation about the material well. When there was a debate about birth and born, I think, she could handle the situation. Her performance was going well, I think. The second was Mega. She was very creative because she gave the different style of teaching. I think she is really appropriate to be a teacher :) She also took the interesting material, about safety flight. The activities were also interesting. I really enjoyed when she taught in the class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    The third was Pandhu. I think, he was rather nervous at the first time. But it's okay, because he could adjust himself in the class situation. But I think he was not really enthusiastic in teaching. I don't know why, may be the class were so noisy when he taught the students. The fourth was Kris Toto. He gave an interesting activity. He asked the students to draw a picture of house and asked us to make a conversation about selling and buying the house that we have made. I think, that was very interesting. His time management was also great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    The fifth was Putri. At the beginning, she was a little bit nervous. She was rather confused to explain the answer from the students' question about preposition. But her activities was creative. I think, the media of listening (recording) was not really clear so the students couldn't hear clearly. So there became a lot of misconception and misunderstanding. But on a whole, they were great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;    Yeah... tomorrow will be my turn. Give me strength God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-2894283284347829519?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/2894283284347829519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=2894283284347829519' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/2894283284347829519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/2894283284347829519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2008/04/reflection-of-7th-meeting-micro.html' title='Reflection of the 7th meeting [Micro teaching]'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-4886993049075503886</id><published>2008-03-23T09:15:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:42:10.657+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy easter'/><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/R-W-CtuyDYI/AAAAAAAAAD0/jULtjJLWf20/s1600-h/family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/R-W-CtuyDYI/AAAAAAAAAD0/jULtjJLWf20/s320/family.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180755900204453250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Happy Easter 2008 everyone! May God always bless us everywhere and every time. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-4886993049075503886?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/4886993049075503886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=4886993049075503886' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/4886993049075503886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/4886993049075503886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/R-W-CtuyDYI/AAAAAAAAAD0/jULtjJLWf20/s72-c/family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38819097407639959.post-7714304415483299882</id><published>2008-03-23T09:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T09:14:07.731+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Micro teaching [PPL 1] Gabriela Bunga Pramudhita/051214101'/><title type='text'>Reflection of the 6th meeting [Micro teaching]</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;Wow! They were so great! Five teachers who taught us in the class were so great. Start from Dinar. She was a nice teacher. Her topic was about introduction, and it was really good when she asked all students to introduce their selves. Actually, this topic is the same as my previous topic (in the group teaching). She also gave an interesting activity because the group who dared to perform in front of the class would be given chocolates. And I was happy because I got the chocolate. Thank you, Miss Dinar =) The second teacher was Mr. Bangkit. He could explain the introduction in formal way clearly. But I think, because he got the listening skill, he only gave the listening activities in 10 minutes. He also forgot to give the instruction about what exercise that the students have to do (exercise 1 or 2). There were 2 exercises, but he only gave the exercise no. 2. I don’t really know why, but may be because of the lack of time. But overall, he was also a nice teacher.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 150%; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt; The third teacher was Angga. He taught the students about a nuclear family. His time management was good and can be a good example for the other students. The way he explained the material was also good. He always respected the students’ answers, even though it was incorrect. I could see if he was a little bit nervous when he brought the paper. But it’s OK =) Forth was Koko. Actually, Koko and Dinar were my friends in group teaching. So, I could see their progress. Koko could deliver the material well. He had to improve and manage the time so that he could teach better. But never mind, because I got a chocolate again from him because my group won the games. Oh no, I’m just kidding =) but overall, there were many progress from you, pal! The last was Molen. I rather disappointed because she taught very quick. May be about 15-20 minutes. She could ask another student to read their assignment or draw the family tree on the white board. The voice was not really loud. But she gave and explained the material well (even though it was so confusing). Overall, they were good teachers!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38819097407639959-7714304415483299882?l=loveiseffortful.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/feeds/7714304415483299882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38819097407639959&amp;postID=7714304415483299882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/7714304415483299882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38819097407639959/posts/default/7714304415483299882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loveiseffortful.blogspot.com/2008/03/reflection-of-6th-meeting-micro.html' title='Reflection of the 6th meeting [Micro teaching]'/><author><name>wi.unga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12874926124159428597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_yFbWfTKer0M/RwxiEhExXrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Z6gJpJK_fII/s320/DSC00093.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
