<?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-8316955560972472226</id><updated>2011-10-11T13:25:45.135+07:00</updated><category term='song'/><category term='pensieve'/><category term='wisdom'/><category term='tutorial'/><title type='text'>My Fortress of Solitude</title><subtitle type='html'>In life, God doesn't give you the people you want.. 

Instead He give you the people you need..

To teach you, to hurt you, to love you, and to make you exactly the way you should be..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shervo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873598563795694113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/S3Lnhy7aoHI/AAAAAAAAABs/Qodyhz0tTd0/S220/dandelion.jpeg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316955560972472226.post-8268114371042979201</id><published>2011-10-04T08:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T08:18:32.938+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><title type='text'>Stupidity</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;One day the barber said to customers when a boy passes in front of his barbershop, "That Tom, he's the dumbest boy in the world!! Ha ha ha.."&lt;br /&gt;"Is that right?" said the customer.&lt;br /&gt;Then the barber called Tom, he reached into his pocket and showed the money $ 1 and coins of 50 cents, and told Tom to choose, "Tom, you may take one of this money, it's up to you to select which one, c'mon boy, pick one!!"&lt;br /&gt;Tom saw the barber's hand where there is money $ 1 and coins&amp;nbsp;of 50 cents, then quickly moves his hand to take the 50 cents coin.&lt;br /&gt;The Barber feel happy and proud turn to the customer and said,&amp;nbsp;"See what I said earlier? Tom was the stupidest boy I ever met!! Countless times I did a test like that before and he always took a coin whose value is the smallest!! Ha ha ha, what a stupid boy!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-adkweDH1yuU/TopeltdrjVI/AAAAAAAAAGI/i_B8D_DhIjU/s1600/coin.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-adkweDH1yuU/TopeltdrjVI/AAAAAAAAAGI/i_B8D_DhIjU/s200/coin.jpeg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After the customer finished cutting his hair, on the way&lt;br /&gt;home he met Tom. Feeling curious about what he saw before, he was called Tom and asked, "Tom, I watched as the barber offers money $ 1 and coins of 50 cents, and I see you take 50 cents coin, why don't you take the money 1 $ it? Isn't worth 2 times than 50 cents coin?"&lt;br /&gt;Tom said, "Because if I do that, I would not be 50 cents more each day.. The barber always wondered why I did not take the money that $ 1, so he did this every day.. If I take a $ 1 , means the game will be finished..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8316955560972472226-8268114371042979201?l=nikoshervo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/feeds/8268114371042979201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2011/10/stupidity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/8268114371042979201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/8268114371042979201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2011/10/stupidity.html' title='Stupidity'/><author><name>Shervo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873598563795694113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/S3Lnhy7aoHI/AAAAAAAAABs/Qodyhz0tTd0/S220/dandelion.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-adkweDH1yuU/TopeltdrjVI/AAAAAAAAAGI/i_B8D_DhIjU/s72-c/coin.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316955560972472226.post-7954359690365717761</id><published>2011-09-16T08:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T08:58:45.461+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><title type='text'>Letter from The Future</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Dear&lt;br /&gt;human in 2011,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in 2050. I am 50 years old, but looks like 85 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suffer from many health problems, especially kidney problems because I drink very little water. I think that my life will not last long. Now, I am the oldest person in my neighborhood, I remember when I was 5 years old are all very different, there are still many trees in the forest and greenery around, every home has a beautiful courtyard and garden, and I could enjoy the water and swim. Now, we have to clean ourselves by using disposable towels in the wet with mineral oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previously, beautiful hair is the pride of all women. Now, we have to shave the head to clean without using water. Earlier, my father washed his car with water that came out of a hose. Now, children do not believe that once the water can be used for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the many warnings: &lt;b&gt;"DONT WASTE WATER!!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nobody paid attention. People assumed that water will never run out because of an unlimited supply. Now, rivers, lakes, dams and underground water have all been polluted or completely dried. A view around that looks just deserts are barren. Gastrointestinal infections, skin and urinary tract disease is now the number one cause of death. Industry is paralyzed, the jobless rate reached a very dramatic. Workers are paid only with a glass of drinking water per day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people are plundring the water in cartilage places. 80% of the food is synthetic. Previously, it was recommended that an adult should drink 8 glasses of water every day. Now, I can only drink half a glass of water every day. Since water is a rare commodity, we are not wash clothes, used clothing disposed, which increases the amount of garbage. We use septic tanks, as in the past, because there is no water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man on the look miserable: their bodies are weak; chapped skin from dehydration; there are lots of scabs and sores caused by ultraviolet rays due to ozone layer and atmosphere on earth was running out. Because dryness of skin, 20-year-old woman look like a 40-year-old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scientists have conducted various investigations and studies, but didnt find a way out. Man can not create an artificial water. The small number of trees and green plants make oxygen availability is reduced, which causes the decrease intelligence of future generations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morphology of human changed . Which makes offspring with all sorts of deficiencies, mutations and malformations. The government even makes the tax for the air we breathe: 137 m3 per person per day. [31,102 gallons]. For those who can not pay this tax will be excluded from the "ventilated areas" that are equipped with gigantic mechanical lungs oxygen supply solar-powered. The air supplied in the "ventilated areas" is not of very good, but at least provide oxygen to breathe. Human lifespan average is 35 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some countries still have a green tropical island has its own water source. This area is heavily guarded by armed troops. Water had been incredibly rare and valuable, than gold or jewels. Here there are no more trees because it hardly ever rains. Even if it rains, it is acid rain. No longer recognized the existence of the season. Climate change globally have occurred since the 20th century as the greenhouse effect and pollution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3iBEDUN5YF4/TnKrf4OXEyI/AAAAAAAAAGE/GD0OPd3UDyo/s1600/future.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3iBEDUN5YF4/TnKrf4OXEyI/AAAAAAAAAGE/GD0OPd3UDyo/s200/future.jpg" width="131" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were warned that it is very important to preserve nature, but no one cares. When my daughter asked how it was when I was young, I describe the beauty of the forests are still green. I tell her how beautiful the rain, flowers, to bathe, fishing in the river, and could drink as much water as we want. I tell you how healthy humans at that time.&lt;br /&gt;He asked: "Daddy! Why is there no water anymore?"&lt;br /&gt;I feel like there is clogging my throat...&lt;br /&gt;I cant help feeling guilty, because I'm from the generation that destroys nature and the environment by not taking seriously the warnings, and many others too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come from a generation who could have made ​​a difference, but no one is doing. Now, our children pay the price. Honestly, life on planet Earth would soon be extinct, because the destruction of our environment reached its end point.&amp;nbsp;I wish I could go back in time and convince mankind to understand what will happen. At the moment it was still possible and the time for us to do something to save our planet Earth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please Send this letter to all your friends and acquaintances, even if only by a fraction, global awareness and concrete action of the importance of conserving water and the environment should start from every person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a serious problem and some have become real and happening all around us.&lt;br /&gt;Do it for your children and future descendants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"WATER AND THE EARTH FOR THE FUTURE"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regards,&lt;br /&gt;a friend from the future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8316955560972472226-7954359690365717761?l=nikoshervo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/feeds/7954359690365717761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2011/09/letter-from-future.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/7954359690365717761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/7954359690365717761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2011/09/letter-from-future.html' title='Letter from The Future'/><author><name>Shervo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873598563795694113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/S3Lnhy7aoHI/AAAAAAAAABs/Qodyhz0tTd0/S220/dandelion.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3iBEDUN5YF4/TnKrf4OXEyI/AAAAAAAAAGE/GD0OPd3UDyo/s72-c/future.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316955560972472226.post-6837414526589916437</id><published>2011-07-12T08:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T08:12:00.022+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><title type='text'>Boy and Ice Cream</title><content type='html'>When special ice cream (ice cream sundaes) are still cheap, a boy aged about 10 years into the Coffee Shop, and sat at the table.. A waitress approached, and gave the water to him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--AnDsQ-8kFY/ThueTwDz5HI/AAAAAAAAAGA/a8kDjRkoq84/s1600/ice+cream.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="155" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--AnDsQ-8kFY/ThueTwDz5HI/AAAAAAAAAGA/a8kDjRkoq84/s200/ice+cream.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This child is then asked "&lt;i&gt;How much the price of one ice cream sundae?&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"50 cents..." replied the waiter..&lt;br /&gt;The child then removing the contents of his pocket and counted and studied the coins in his pocket..&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Well.. How much for the normal ice cream?&lt;/i&gt;" he said again..&lt;br /&gt;But this time the people sitting at other tables have started a lot, and the waitress was getting impatient..&lt;br /&gt;"35 cents!!" the waiter said with a grumpy..&lt;br /&gt;This child began count and learn his coins again..&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Miss, if so I ordered just normal ice cream..&lt;/i&gt;" he said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waitress then brought the ice cream, put a bill paper on the table and continued to walk away.. The child start to eat ice cream, paid the cashier and go away.. When the waitress back to clear that little boy's table, and she began to cry.. Arrayed neatly beside the empty cup, there are 2 pieces of 10 cent coins and 5 pieces of 1 cent coins..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see, that little boy could not order ice cream sundae, because it does not have enough to give the waitress a "proper" tip..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8316955560972472226-6837414526589916437?l=nikoshervo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/feeds/6837414526589916437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2011/07/boy-and-ice-cream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/6837414526589916437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/6837414526589916437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2011/07/boy-and-ice-cream.html' title='Boy and Ice Cream'/><author><name>Shervo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873598563795694113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/S3Lnhy7aoHI/AAAAAAAAABs/Qodyhz0tTd0/S220/dandelion.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--AnDsQ-8kFY/ThueTwDz5HI/AAAAAAAAAGA/a8kDjRkoq84/s72-c/ice+cream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316955560972472226.post-8756504581057525985</id><published>2011-07-11T11:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T11:25:29.174+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><title type='text'>Stone Craftman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R6-qzxpopYM/Thp6ezsO3PI/AAAAAAAAAF8/UZ_Lrj86B_g/s1600/stonebreaker.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="163" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R6-qzxpopYM/Thp6ezsO3PI/AAAAAAAAAF8/UZ_Lrj86B_g/s200/stonebreaker.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Once upon a time there lived a stone craftsman.. Every day he went into the mountains to break the stone.. While working, he was humming happily.. Although he is poor, he does not want more than he had, so he does not worry about the world..&lt;br /&gt;One day he was summoned to work at the house of a nobleman.. When looking at the beauty of the nobleman house, for the first time in her life he experienced the pain that arises from a desire, envy.. He said as he sighed, "I wish I was rich, do not have to work hard to make a living by sweating as it is today.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a surprise when he heard a voice, "Your wish is granted!! From now on anything that you have the desire will be granted!!" He did not know the meaning of those words until he returned to his shack, and found a beautiful big house like the dream.. He forget his job as a stone craftsman and enjoy life as a rich man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, he saw the King passed by, accompanied by guards, slaves as well as maids which surrounds.. He thought, "I want to be king, sits in a magnificent royal cart.." His wish was immediately granted, he immediately sat down in a magnificent royal cart, with guards and maids..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every day he going around with royal cart, someday the weather was very hot inside the cart.. He looked out and admire the power of the sun which radiates heat to the earth. "I want to be the sun!!" he said.. Once again his wish granted.. He became the sun radiates heat into the universe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the rainy season, the sun trying to break through a cloudy sky but with no luck.. So he changed himself into the clouds and glorious in its strength able to withstand the heat of the sun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until he became rain and met with a strong rock stone..&lt;br /&gt;"What's this.. Thats rock stone stronger than me? Then I want to be a rock stone"&lt;br /&gt;So there, he stood up straight towering mountainside as a rock stone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several days latter, he heard a strange voice broke beneath him.. He saw a man working emboss chunk of stone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually he returned to become a a human, back became stone craftsman, with a heart full of gratitude as he felt happy with what he had..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8316955560972472226-8756504581057525985?l=nikoshervo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/feeds/8756504581057525985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2011/07/stone-craftman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/8756504581057525985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/8756504581057525985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2011/07/stone-craftman.html' title='Stone Craftman'/><author><name>Shervo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873598563795694113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/S3Lnhy7aoHI/AAAAAAAAABs/Qodyhz0tTd0/S220/dandelion.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R6-qzxpopYM/Thp6ezsO3PI/AAAAAAAAAF8/UZ_Lrj86B_g/s72-c/stonebreaker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316955560972472226.post-1871325037969857408</id><published>2011-07-09T00:08:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T00:08:22.987+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensieve'/><title type='text'>Dandelion's Letter..</title><content type='html'>Hi Clover, how are you shorm?&lt;br /&gt;Have long since we last chatted, i mean really talk..&lt;br /&gt;I can imagine, surely you're grumbling right now, because once again i "how are you?"..&lt;br /&gt;It's past midnight here, outside the rain is very heavy.. When the rain is usually the most nice thing to do is sleep, but somehow lately im hard to sleep.. So here is me now, writing a letter to a friend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now i look at our photos, there is bring back old memories.. I realize, we have been friends for a long time.. Dear Clover, i know our friendship is very complicated.. Do you know a shorm, lately i so scared.. Im afraid the ship that exists between us will fade under over time.. Whether you realize it or not, you're treating me like before you treat him.. Now i realized, why back there i was defending him.. I think because i was really scared, im afraid the same thing will happen to me someday..&lt;br /&gt;I know this is hard.. It is difficult to maintain long distance friendship, because there are sometimes the distance and the presence can be heavy trials.. If you're happy, i was not there to share laughs and hapiness, and when you're sad or upset, I couldnt be there to share your burden.. How hard i try, how nice the words that i sent, not to replace the presence which you expect.. We also have a different activity, when you're free maybe im busy or can not stay online with you, and vice versa .. No wonder we always fight, no wonder you become bored and fed up with all this.. In the end, all my actions even more and makes you annoyed.. Especially once you've experienced things like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qi3ZWItrKXc/Thc4rHIxqzI/AAAAAAAAAF4/mXdsRRUnL_s/s1600/dandelion.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qi3ZWItrKXc/Thc4rHIxqzI/AAAAAAAAAF4/mXdsRRUnL_s/s200/dandelion.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day i always convince myself, "1 year is not long time.. Be patient, january will soon come.." But still some doubt in my heart, "What if it the time comes, all is just too late?" Im afraid if we meet again later, im just going to be a wound in your heart, im just going to be a reason for your absence, or the cause of your bad mood.. I do not want that to happen.. The distance between us is widening, bridge that was warm, now feels so cold.. I tried to reach you, but it seems you're always turning away from me, either because you cant hear my voice, or because my effort is not enough, or because you're avoiding me..&lt;br /&gt;I realized, you were get hurt because it is always left out.. Path i travel now, is my decision..&lt;br /&gt;But Clover...&lt;br /&gt;Did you know? I dare to take this decision was because of the courage that you give me.. I want to learn to become a better man, for me, and also for you my friend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clover, you know i always miss you.. When i feel down, just simply imagined your smile, remembering that someone are waiting for my return, this is make me ease and always do my best here.. But lately every i remember you this heart feel sad, there are doubts in the heart.. Is i choose the right path? Should I separated from my best friend? Long long distance.. Im sorry to disappoint you, im sorry that remind your old wounds, im sorry always makes you angry, annoyed, and sad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, i know this is my life, i should be focusing on my behalf.. I determine that my road travel, but I also, dont want people i love sad because of me..&lt;br /&gt;Although we are far apart, believe that i never leave you, in my heart there is always space for your.. I'll always be here with this umbrella, when the rain hit, or the sun shines hot, when you need me you know im always there for you, maybe what i give right now is not exactly what you want, but Clover, believe me.. Believe me, i tried very hard at it, i always hoped someday i could give more than what you want..&lt;br /&gt;I've changed, you changed, time and conditions have changed us.. But i believe, in our heart are still the same .. I'll wait, and try to get back like old times, where i was the reason of your smile.. with all these changes, with the remnants of our memories ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So clover, how are you?&lt;br /&gt;I hope you are happy there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your friend,&lt;br /&gt;Dandelion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8316955560972472226-1871325037969857408?l=nikoshervo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/feeds/1871325037969857408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2011/07/dandelions-letter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/1871325037969857408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/1871325037969857408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2011/07/dandelions-letter.html' title='Dandelion&apos;s Letter..'/><author><name>Shervo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873598563795694113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/S3Lnhy7aoHI/AAAAAAAAABs/Qodyhz0tTd0/S220/dandelion.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qi3ZWItrKXc/Thc4rHIxqzI/AAAAAAAAAF4/mXdsRRUnL_s/s72-c/dandelion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316955560972472226.post-8893501973747341676</id><published>2011-07-02T20:44:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T08:19:34.942+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tutorial'/><title type='text'>Punctuation Mark</title><content type='html'>This is the history of the establishment of several punctuation marks are often used around the world....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. &amp;nbsp;Question Mark (?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, in Latin, one must write the word &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Questio"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; at the end of the sentence to indicate that the sentence would be asked as question.. So to save space, the word is eventually shortened to &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"qo"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, which is then compressed again into the small &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"q"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; letters above the letter &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"o"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, which eventually grew up into dots and curve like a worm, just as we are now question marks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. &amp;nbsp;Exclamation Mark (!)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a question mark, initially starting with the letters piling up.. This sign comes from the Latin word &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"io"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; means &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"cry of excitement"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; when the letter &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"i"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; is written above the letter &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"o"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, after a long time is shortened as the exclamation mark us today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. &amp;nbsp;Equals Sign (=)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invented by English mathematician Robert Recorde in 1557, with this kind of thinking (in Old English) &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I Will settle as I doe woorke Often in use, a paire of paralleles, or Gmowe [i.e., twin] lines of one length, thus:, bicause noe 2 thynges, can be more equalle."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; or translation: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I will use this sign as usual, a pair of parallel lines, or a twin of equal length, because no two things could be more similar to these two parallel lines."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Signs similar to the original findings of Robert least 5 times longer than we know today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. &amp;nbsp;Ampersand (&amp;amp;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This symbol is a form of &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"et"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; in Latin, meaning &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"and"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.. This sign was invented by Marcus Tullius Tiro, an author of the first century in Rome.. Ampersand name was only given after 17 centuries later.. In early 1800, school students learned this symbol as a letter to 27 after Z, but still without a name. So in early 1800, they learned the ABC (alphabet) with &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"and per se, and"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; meaning "&amp;amp;" and then read so fast because, eventually became &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"ampersand"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. &amp;nbsp;Octothorp (#)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This strange name for numbering sign comes from the word &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"thorpe"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, on ancient Normandy language used to said the village or farm, which is often encountered in English to place names.. Initially used for map-making, which means &lt;i&gt;the village is surrounded by eight farms&lt;/i&gt;.. Because eight &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(octa)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and agriculture &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(thorpe)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, it appears this name, Octothorp..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. &amp;nbsp;Dollar sign ($)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new American government issued their own money in 1794, and at that time was still using old world currency, the peso, or Spanish dollar.. First U.S. dollar coin exactly same as Spanish peso currency, both weight and value, so they take the same acronym: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Ps"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.. The longer the development, the letter P is written upon S, and then began to circle above the P was removed, so only the letter S is overwritten with a vertical line.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8316955560972472226-8893501973747341676?l=nikoshervo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/feeds/8893501973747341676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2011/07/punctuation-mark.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/8893501973747341676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/8893501973747341676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2011/07/punctuation-mark.html' title='Punctuation Mark'/><author><name>Shervo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873598563795694113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/S3Lnhy7aoHI/AAAAAAAAABs/Qodyhz0tTd0/S220/dandelion.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316955560972472226.post-6079132571622158298</id><published>2011-06-29T07:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T07:04:36.335+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensieve'/><title type='text'>June 29th, 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y2XIHpWhuYM/Tgprk9Cr-SI/AAAAAAAAAF0/bVhGe4p4E0E/s1600/kalender-juni-2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y2XIHpWhuYM/Tgprk9Cr-SI/AAAAAAAAAF0/bVhGe4p4E0E/s1600/kalender-juni-2011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The watch shows at 07.30 WIT &lt;i&gt;(Waktu Indonesia bagian Timur, Eastern Indonesia Time)&lt;/i&gt;, wondering why the office was very quiet, and there was no sign of a morning military ceremony..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, a Provost came over and said "Sir, today the office holiday. Today is red!!" &lt;i&gt;(In my country a national holiday marked in red on the calendar)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, I already know.. I just want to make sure that the server was turned off, and setting the network for the preparation Bhayangkara Day &lt;i&gt;(Indonesian police's birthday, celebrated on the 1st of july)&lt;/i&gt;" while pointing to the server and patted my laptop bag..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* shame, making excuses*&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.. Story of my life..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8316955560972472226-6079132571622158298?l=nikoshervo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/feeds/6079132571622158298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2011/06/june-29th-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/6079132571622158298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/6079132571622158298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2011/06/june-29th-2011.html' title='June 29th, 2011'/><author><name>Shervo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873598563795694113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/S3Lnhy7aoHI/AAAAAAAAABs/Qodyhz0tTd0/S220/dandelion.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y2XIHpWhuYM/Tgprk9Cr-SI/AAAAAAAAAF0/bVhGe4p4E0E/s72-c/kalender-juni-2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316955560972472226.post-4645156518469328390</id><published>2011-03-15T21:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T21:51:07.788+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensieve'/><title type='text'>Extra mile</title><content type='html'>Your Words stab me sharper than the sword, but.. I know you right....&lt;br /&gt;The fact is painful sometimes..&lt;br /&gt;People wonder why i want to go the extra miles even i know, in the end it hurt me.. They might say that i'm stupid, but i do not care..&lt;br /&gt;I dont care...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8316955560972472226-4645156518469328390?l=nikoshervo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/feeds/4645156518469328390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2011/03/extra-mile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/4645156518469328390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/4645156518469328390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2011/03/extra-mile.html' title='Extra mile'/><author><name>Shervo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873598563795694113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/S3Lnhy7aoHI/AAAAAAAAABs/Qodyhz0tTd0/S220/dandelion.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316955560972472226.post-8185150544910647661</id><published>2011-03-14T22:01:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T22:01:44.283+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensieve'/><title type='text'>Sunken ship</title><content type='html'>Honestly, do not know what to do..&lt;br /&gt;I always try my best on you, but sometimes not as you expected..&lt;br /&gt;I really dont mean it friend, i dont mean to make you uncomfortable..&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, sometimes i do not know who i am, and act out of the boundaries..&lt;br /&gt;I'm just afraid our ship will sunken as time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My biggest fear is that one day... We will chat each other on messenger, and have a artificial conversation...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8316955560972472226-8185150544910647661?l=nikoshervo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/feeds/8185150544910647661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2011/03/sunken-ship.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/8185150544910647661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/8185150544910647661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2011/03/sunken-ship.html' title='Sunken ship'/><author><name>Shervo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873598563795694113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/S3Lnhy7aoHI/AAAAAAAAABs/Qodyhz0tTd0/S220/dandelion.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316955560972472226.post-6150962534995984357</id><published>2011-02-26T10:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T10:16:30.930+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensieve'/><title type='text'>Dandelion and Clover</title><content type='html'>There is a remote mountain with valley in the middle, the valley is filled by clover plants.. Among these clovers there is a little four leaf Clover.. She was very loved by her friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time a Dandelion seeds carried by wind and landed in the valley, just next to the four leaf Clover.. That's when they first met.. Dandelion and Clover more time together, theys have much the same indulgence, share stories, dah they became &amp;nbsp;a best friend.. Dandelion was amazed at Clover, without realizing he have feelings towards her.. Often he watch Clover from a distance, Clover has become a reason for his happiness.. Dandelion glad when Clover laugh, and sad when she cries..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until one day...&lt;br /&gt;Dandelion realized that someday there must be time to split up, when he had to leave Clover. When he did not expect but will still be coming.. No words were spoken, Dandelion just silently cry in the heart as he holding Clover's hand for the last time.. Hoping this trip did not last long and they can be reunited.. Then the time is came, the wind was blowing and took Dandelion fly with him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Mv7wYq8yaNY/TWhv4eBleRI/AAAAAAAAAFI/1WowRSE_QAc/s1600/d%2526c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="140" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Mv7wYq8yaNY/TWhv4eBleRI/AAAAAAAAAFI/1WowRSE_QAc/s200/d%2526c.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the wind took him soaring into the air, Dandelion praying..&lt;br /&gt;On the trip the wind ask the dandelion: "you'd pray for you and the Clover, wasnt it?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, i pray for myself and Clover", said the Dandelion..&lt;br /&gt;The wind continued, "surely you pray to God for Clover always wait until you come home, isnt it?"&lt;br /&gt;Dandelion looked at the wind, and said, "Wind my friend, at first i did intend to request thus.. But when i think again it is very unfair.. When my time running, Clover's time was also running, so i changed my wish.. I begged God to always keep the Clover.. Then, i prayed to God for myself, so I did not cry when Clover get someone better.. I pray that she will always be happy.."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8316955560972472226-6150962534995984357?l=nikoshervo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/feeds/6150962534995984357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2011/02/dandelion-and-clover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/6150962534995984357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/6150962534995984357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2011/02/dandelion-and-clover.html' title='Dandelion and Clover'/><author><name>Shervo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873598563795694113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/S3Lnhy7aoHI/AAAAAAAAABs/Qodyhz0tTd0/S220/dandelion.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Mv7wYq8yaNY/TWhv4eBleRI/AAAAAAAAAFI/1WowRSE_QAc/s72-c/d%2526c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316955560972472226.post-7551500172993880406</id><published>2011-02-24T19:04:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T20:15:18.093+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><title type='text'>Iron stirrer and Salt</title><content type='html'>I read an article about &amp;nbsp;"happiness and love" write by my friend, then i was reminded of a story that somehow i've heard from somewhere...&lt;br /&gt;Approximately story as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sYVaC2uLc2c/TWep69YrxbI/AAAAAAAAAFE/s-Mh6uqZe-4/s1600/iron-salt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sYVaC2uLc2c/TWep69YrxbI/AAAAAAAAAFE/s-Mh6uqZe-4/s1600/iron-salt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One day a scavenger, walking down a pile of garbage.. In the midst of a pile of garbage he found an Iron stirrer which was very old and rusty.. The scavengers collect iron stirrer and put it in her bag.. Then he walked forward again, and near where he found an iron stirrer before, he found a hunk of Salt that is very dirty.. Salt was then he picked up and he put in his bag as well.. Inside the bag are the scavengers, Salt and Iron stirrer become familiar.. They know each other and love each other, and mutual sharing about their travel stories, joys and sorrows, and their life story so far..&lt;br /&gt;At home, a scavengers clean Iron stirrer with sandpaper so that so shiny and then moisten it with oil and put in place tools.. While the lump of Salt that he found it clean of dirt attached to it and then wash it and put it in place while cooking ingredients..&lt;br /&gt;Stirrer iron and Salt became very sad.. Those who are familiar feel separated by the scavengers.. They do not understand why they must be separated.. They considered the scavengers cruel because they have separated..&lt;br /&gt;Iron stirrer said: &lt;i&gt;"My lord, why do you separate me from the Salt? She is my best friend.. You seize our happiness!!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salt also complain: &lt;i&gt;" Please, do not be cruel masters.. I love my best friend Iron stirrer.. Why did you separate us?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scavengers answered them: &lt;i&gt;"Hey Iron stirrer and Salt, do you know that if you come together for too long will destroy one another? Do you know that salt will be dissolved by water vapor and form a brine? Brine can react with iron and cause rust and corrosion that will ruin you all..&lt;br /&gt;Do not be sad.. I will unite you again when I'm cooking, uses both of you to make a delicious dish, then I will cleanse you, and put in your places again..&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, i know what is best for you all.."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8316955560972472226-7551500172993880406?l=nikoshervo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/feeds/7551500172993880406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2011/02/iron-stirrer-and-salt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/7551500172993880406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/7551500172993880406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2011/02/iron-stirrer-and-salt.html' title='Iron stirrer and Salt'/><author><name>Shervo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873598563795694113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/S3Lnhy7aoHI/AAAAAAAAABs/Qodyhz0tTd0/S220/dandelion.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sYVaC2uLc2c/TWep69YrxbI/AAAAAAAAAFE/s-Mh6uqZe-4/s72-c/iron-salt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316955560972472226.post-2537479025064994692</id><published>2011-02-03T23:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T23:55:31.180+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><title type='text'>Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/TUrdbrV6e-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/nlDCfp3pkh4/s1600/soldiers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/TUrdbrV6e-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/nlDCfp3pkh4/s200/soldiers.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One soldier said to his commander, "My friend isn’t back from the battlefield, Sir.. So i request permission to go out and get him, please..."&lt;br /&gt;"No soldier, permission refused,” said the commander. "I don’t want you to risk your life for a man who is probably dead.."&lt;br /&gt;The soldier was silent, disappointed, in the end he decided to stay away furtively.. And an hour later came back ragged, mortally wounded, carrying the corpse of his friend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commander was furious when he saw his arrival, "I told you he was dead.. See your wound, now I will lost you both!! Tell me soldier; was it worth going out there to bring in a corpse?"&lt;br /&gt;The dying soldier replied, "Oh sure, it was, sir... When I got to him he was still alive. And he said to me, "friend, I was sure you’d come..""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you should die before me, ask if you could bring a friend.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Anonymous-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8316955560972472226-2537479025064994692?l=nikoshervo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/feeds/2537479025064994692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2011/02/friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/2537479025064994692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/2537479025064994692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2011/02/friend.html' title='Friend'/><author><name>Shervo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873598563795694113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/S3Lnhy7aoHI/AAAAAAAAABs/Qodyhz0tTd0/S220/dandelion.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/TUrdbrV6e-I/AAAAAAAAAE8/nlDCfp3pkh4/s72-c/soldiers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316955560972472226.post-1526042014649294213</id><published>2010-10-24T00:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T00:55:11.647+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensieve'/><title type='text'>Hello darkness, my old friend..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/TMMg3o4c_uI/AAAAAAAAAEs/EIM6SLl5IoA/s1600/niko.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/TMMg3o4c_uI/AAAAAAAAAEs/EIM6SLl5IoA/s320/niko.png" width="233" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Hello me, how are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as you can see, nothing special..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Tsskk, SSDD ehhh? Come on dude, today is our birthday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut up, you know today is not our birthday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Hahaha, but others dont know, do they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I guess they dont know.. But wait, it seems I've been told someone, but she didnt even congratulate us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Huahahaha, thats what makes u so glum today? Hahahaha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, suddenly we stepped on 24, the time goes so fast.. If you look back, not many achievements that we can be proud.. A year ago on Oct 21, we officially graduated from college, but so much time had passed we were still unemployed.. Does it not make u feel bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Yeaaah, that sucks, man!! At time like this, I think I really want to have someone to share.. What u call that? Shervo, heh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you'd have forgotten what stands for "shervo", hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;It is difficult to find someone who can be called a friend.. I began to believe that a shorm never existed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;What the hell, I think you already have many friends around you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess so, should be like that.. &lt;br /&gt;But.... &lt;br /&gt;You know? Somehow in my heart I dont feel that way..&lt;br /&gt;In the good times, they are so real, we enjoy the time, always have fun together..&lt;br /&gt;When one by one problems come, in my bad times, when I am down, their colors begin to fade..&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, they so many times are all around me.. But I feel empty.. I feel so lonely, even in the midst of a crowd.. People talk, but I could not hear them.. I tried to speak, but my voice can not reach them.. I scream, no sound came out.. Such as black white silent movie..&lt;br /&gt;I am alone......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #9fc5e8;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Stupid, you are never alone!! I'm always with you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you say so, I cant hug myself, I also cant hold my own hands, I also cant crying on my own shoulder!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Pitiful creature!! If you tough so, count on yourself!!! When you're fragile, encourage yourself.. When you feel lost, just believe in your pace.. When you are sad, wipe your fucking tears, be grateful for what you have.. Wake up man!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #9fc5e8;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Learn to treasure your life. because unfortunately it can be taken away from you at any time.. When your not happy with your life, you may not know, but simply remember that there is someone out there who is happy you exist.. Smile for no reason and laugh just because you can..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #9fc5e8;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Oh damn, I'm supposed to be darkness, but I teach you that fucking things!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, dont blame yourself.. Maybe my good side was working in you right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huff, thats a relief to talk with you.. It felt a little burden was lifted..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Sigh!! Next time, I will drag you into the path of destruction, watch your steps!!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8316955560972472226-1526042014649294213?l=nikoshervo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/feeds/1526042014649294213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2010/10/hello-darkness-my-old-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/1526042014649294213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/1526042014649294213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2010/10/hello-darkness-my-old-friend.html' title='Hello darkness, my old friend..'/><author><name>Shervo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873598563795694113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/S3Lnhy7aoHI/AAAAAAAAABs/Qodyhz0tTd0/S220/dandelion.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/TMMg3o4c_uI/AAAAAAAAAEs/EIM6SLl5IoA/s72-c/niko.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316955560972472226.post-2092847205188160100</id><published>2010-10-20T00:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T00:57:28.948+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><title type='text'>Mousetrap</title><content type='html'>A couple of farmers went home after shopping.&lt;br /&gt;When they opened a grocery goods, a Mouse watching them while muttering "hmmm ... what food would they bring??"&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, one of the items purchased by farmers is a mousetrap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mouse were shocked and panicked. He immediately ran to barn and shouted "Guys, there's mousetrap in the house, they bought a mousetrap!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He visited a Chicken and shouted "There is mousetrap!!"&lt;br /&gt;The Chicken said "Mr. Mouse, I'm sorry to you, but that has not influence on me.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mouse and went to a Goat and shouting the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;The Goats also said "I'm sympathetic.. But nothing can I do.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mouse then met Cow. Once again he got the same answer. &lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry, but mousetrap is not dangerous for me at all.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then ran into the woods and meets Snake. &lt;br /&gt;The snake said, "Hahaha, a small rat trap will not harm me.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Mouse returned to the house with resignation, knowing that&lt;br /&gt;he must face the danger alone. He could only watch mousetrap from its hiding hole. Due to fatigue, Mouse fell asleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/TL3bj4SBFAI/AAAAAAAAAEo/7WwrWKr7qS8/s1600/traps.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/TL3bj4SBFAI/AAAAAAAAAEo/7WwrWKr7qS8/s200/traps.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, the farmer was awakened by hearing a loud noise in the kitchen, indicating there is trapped in a mousetrap. When viewing a mousetrap, it appeared that caught a Snake. Snake's tail sandwiched, make Snake rampage and attacked the farmer's wife. Although in the end the farmer had killed the Snake, the wife in critical condition, because the poison from Snake bites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband brought his wife to the hospital, after the condition improving his wife is allowed to go home. But several days later his wife returned fever. Farmers slaughtered Chicken to make chicken claw soup, which is well-known to reduce fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several days passed, but his fever does not go away. The farmer's friend&lt;br /&gt;advised to eat goat liver extract. Then the farmer to slaughter the Goat&lt;br /&gt;to take liver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However the treatment given too late, in the end the wife died. Lots of people came up at the funeral. So the farmers have to slaughter the Cow to feed the people who mourn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a distance ... &lt;br /&gt;The Mouse stared with sadness over the fate of his friends. And since then these mousetrap are not used anymore.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8316955560972472226-2092847205188160100?l=nikoshervo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/feeds/2092847205188160100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2010/10/mousetrap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/2092847205188160100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/2092847205188160100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2010/10/mousetrap.html' title='Mousetrap'/><author><name>Shervo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873598563795694113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/S3Lnhy7aoHI/AAAAAAAAABs/Qodyhz0tTd0/S220/dandelion.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/TL3bj4SBFAI/AAAAAAAAAEo/7WwrWKr7qS8/s72-c/traps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316955560972472226.post-4125589384620770798</id><published>2010-10-18T21:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T21:21:16.799+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tutorial'/><title type='text'>Rose apple salad</title><content type='html'>Since yesterday, TV in my house broken caused by my sisters.&lt;br /&gt;And my brother is using my computer right now.&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I can do to killing time, so I opened the refrigerator to find food.&lt;br /&gt;In the refrigerator there is a basket of rose apple from my aunt.&lt;br /&gt;I have ideas to make rose apple salad&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;" title=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;" title=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/TLxVvE5mtAI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Zr8zmgYt95o/s200/rujak.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rose apple salad&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/TLxVvE5mtAI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Zr8zmgYt95o/s1600/rujak.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;" title=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;" title=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="en"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;" title=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;ingredient:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;a basket of rose apples&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;seasoning:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 pcs red chilli&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;20 pcs peanut&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 tablespoon salt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 lumps of brown sugar / palm sugar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 pc tamarind&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;optional:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;1 whole garlic (not 1 clove)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;1 whole onion&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;sweet soy sauce&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the steps to make:&lt;br /&gt;cut rose apple into 3 pieces, trow away the top, bottom, and the seeds, store in refrigerator&lt;br /&gt;to make dab seasoning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;cut chillis (garlic &amp;amp; onion if necessary) and tamarind into small pieces , add salt, and 1 tablespoon warm water, mashed until smooth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;add the peanuts that have been peeled and thin skin removed, mashed until smooth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;add the brown sugar that has been sliced into small pieces, mashed until smooth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;add soy sauce as needed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;stir until blended&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;for those who like spicy, the amount of chilli can be added&lt;br /&gt;for those who like sweet, the amount of brown sugar can be added&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8316955560972472226-4125589384620770798?l=nikoshervo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/feeds/4125589384620770798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2010/10/rose-apple-salad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/4125589384620770798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/4125589384620770798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2010/10/rose-apple-salad.html' title='Rose apple salad'/><author><name>Shervo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873598563795694113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/S3Lnhy7aoHI/AAAAAAAAABs/Qodyhz0tTd0/S220/dandelion.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/TLxVvE5mtAI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Zr8zmgYt95o/s72-c/rujak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316955560972472226.post-3649594741141331247</id><published>2010-09-21T00:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T00:06:32.347+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><title type='text'>Pray</title><content type='html'>There was an old farmer who cultivate field in the jungle that is far from his home. He always went in the morning and come home at night. Days were as usual, early in the morning he had already left with his cart. When they reached the field he realized he had forgotten to bring his prayer books. When he wanted to go back to pick up the book the prayer, cart wheel is broken, and he spent the entire afternoon to fix it. He is very sorry that will not have time to go home to take his prayer book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when it came time where he used to pray, this is the prayer he made:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/TJeUCgf41zI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XVDzdqv_oo8/s1600/farmer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/TJeUCgf41zI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XVDzdqv_oo8/s1600/farmer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;"Forgive me this stupid deeds, ooh Lord...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: cyan;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;This morning I left the house without carrying a prayer book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: cyan;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;And me such a bad memory, so that not even single prayer I can remember without prayer book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: cyan;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;So this is going to do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: cyan;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;I would say the A-B-C...Z five times, slowly, and You, Who know all the prayers, can arrange the letters, to form a prayer that I can't remember."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God said to his angels:&lt;br /&gt;"Of the many prayers that I heard today, this one is undoubtedly the best, because it comes from the simple and honest heart."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8316955560972472226-3649594741141331247?l=nikoshervo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/feeds/3649594741141331247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2010/09/pray.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/3649594741141331247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/3649594741141331247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2010/09/pray.html' title='Pray'/><author><name>Shervo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873598563795694113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/S3Lnhy7aoHI/AAAAAAAAABs/Qodyhz0tTd0/S220/dandelion.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/TJeUCgf41zI/AAAAAAAAAEc/XVDzdqv_oo8/s72-c/farmer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316955560972472226.post-3165611737135581032</id><published>2010-09-13T01:21:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T15:43:54.033+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tutorial'/><title type='text'>Measles (Campak)</title><content type='html'>This was a few days I have to lay in the house because of suffering from German Measles.. To fill my time trying to write a little information on measles disease may be useful for all of you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Measles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Measles (Rubeola/ 9 day Measles/ Campak) is an acute contagious disease and often lead to serious complications. Almost all children under 5 years old in developing countries will be attacked by this disease, whereas in developed countries usually attacks teenagers or adults who are not protected by the vaccine (immunization).&lt;br /&gt;Measles characterized by fever, cough, conjunctivitis (inflammation of the membranes tie eye) and skin rash. This disease is caused by a viral infection Paramyxovirus group. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Symptoms and Transmission of Measles:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transmission occurs primarily by inhaling through the saliva of fine grains (droplets), sneezing, sparks spit from the mouth and throat of infected people (water borne disease). Outline measles can be divided into three phases:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;The first phase (incubation) lasts approximately 10-12 days. In this phase, patients have started to become infected but not yet looked at him any symptoms. Red patches that are characteristic of measles has not come out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; In the second phase (prodormal) symptoms are flu-like illnesses, like coughs, colds, and fever. Eyes look reddish and succulent. When see something, eyes will be dazzled (photo phobia). Appears next to the mouth of the white spots that will last 3-4 days. Sometimes patients also had diarrhea. One-two days later, high fever fluctuated, ranging from 38 - 40'C.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; The third phase is marked by the release of red patches on the skin, and high fever. However, indirect patches appear on the entire body, but gradually. Starting from the back of the ears, neck, chest, face, hands and feet. The color is also unique; red with sizes that are not too big but not too small&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;These red spots in the language of medicine called maculopapuler. Usually the spots filled the whole body in about one week. However, this also depends on the immunity of each patient. If both the body endurance red spots not too spread out and not too crowded. Generally, if the red spot was gone, the fever will come down by itself. No longer the red spots become blackish and scaly (hyperpigmentation), and then fall out or recovered by itself. This period of healing may take up to two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Treatment:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When a mild measles, patients simply treated at home. If severe measles or complications should be treated in the hospital.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Patients need to be treated in a separate place so as not to transmit the disease to others. Especially when there's a baby at home who have not received the immunization.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Give the patient a balanced intake of nutritious food and sufficient to increase the endurance of his body. The food should be easily digested, because patients infected with measles susceptible another infection, like strep throat, or flu.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Consultation with your doctor.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The patient must maintain the cleanliness of the body by bathing regularly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box"&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;Adequate rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;To reduce fever, is usually given &lt;i&gt;Acetaminophen&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;Ibuprofen&lt;/i&gt;. And if there is a bacterial infection, usually given antibiotics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prevention:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Measles vaccine is part of the routine immunization of children. Vaccines are usually given in combination with Mumps and German measles (MMR vaccine/ Mumps-Measles-Rubella), injected in the thigh or upper arm muscles. This vaccine is given in stages, the first dose given at age 12-15 months, second dose given at age 4-6 years. Measles would infect only once in a lifetime. When a strong body endurance, a child may not be infected with measles at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;German Measles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;German Measles (Rubella/ 3 day measles/ Campak Jerman) glance it looks similar to ordinary measles.&lt;br /&gt;This disease must be &lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;carefully watched in pregnant women&lt;/b&gt;, because it can be transmitted to the fetus through the placenta. A woman who is infected with this disease, in the first 16 weeks of pregnancy (especially 8-10 weeks) susceptible to miscarriage, or baby will have congenital rubella syndrome. Once the baby was born, the baby will experience cataract eyes, ears suffered deafness, and even calcification in the brain, so the child can experience growth retardation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Symptoms:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Symtoms began 14-21 days after infection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;In children, symptoms will appear after 1-5 days, which was marked by malaise, enlarged lymph nodes in the neck and back of the head, and sore joints. These early symptoms sometimes did not occur in adolescents and adults. Then came a rash that will disappear in three days. This rash started on the face and neck, then spread rapidly throughout the body. Simultaneously with the appearance of the rash, the skin looks a bit reddish. Red spots appeared on the palate which then spread and become one and extends to the back of the mouth. Almost similar to the symptoms in the ordinary measles.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In male adolescents or adults other than the above symptoms, can also sometimes experience pain in the testes. Sometimes complications occur middle ear infection or brain inflammation, coughs and colds, diarrhea, fever, body fever and chills, rheumatic pain, rheumatic pain all the bones, severe headache, and poliartritis (small joints were swollen and inflamed), which in turn would make the the patient must lay on the bed for several days.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box"&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Treatment and Prevention:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="" id="result_box"&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;For  the treatment and prevention in patients with German Measles, is  usually similar to an act performed in patients with ordinary measles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;Can be added painkiller to relieve pain in the joints (usually patients with adult)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="" id="result_box"&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;in accordance with doctor's prescription&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/8316955560972472226-3165611737135581032?l=nikoshervo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/feeds/3165611737135581032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2010/09/measles-campak.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/3165611737135581032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/3165611737135581032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2010/09/measles-campak.html' title='Measles (Campak)'/><author><name>Shervo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873598563795694113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/S3Lnhy7aoHI/AAAAAAAAABs/Qodyhz0tTd0/S220/dandelion.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316955560972472226.post-8151391710799898150</id><published>2010-08-23T02:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T02:21:56.752+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tutorial'/><title type='text'>Eye-B Pod</title><content type='html'>This afternoon I visited my friend who is being participated in the exhibition "Research and Development Expo" at the JCC. This is the umpteenth-time for them to participate in technology themed exhibition. This started when looking for ideas for thesis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brief history of Eye-B Pod &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our campus Bina Nusantara University, Computer Science majors are allowed for theses in a team (maximum three people). So my three friends namely &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Stanley Audrey, Josephine Klara, and Victor Kurnia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;intends to make writing theses wonderful and different from others, in accordance with our specialization, ie AI (Artificial Intelligence). From there arose the idea was to create a device pointer that is different from the others, these tools will allow computer users to move the mouse simply by moving their eyes only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computers would not be something foreign to the current generation. Almost everyone needs a computer to facilitate the daily work done, or just looking for entertainment. And of course for computer users, the device pointer to be a very important role in operating the computer. This time have so many kind of devices used to move the pointer cursor on the computer, the bookmark tool that has been circulated widely in the community including a mouse, trackball, lightpen, touch screen, joy stick, and so forth. Each pointer devices has advantages and disadvantages of each. But there is one similarity between all pointer devices mentioned above, which requires all members of the user's body movements in the run, the hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easy for normal people to move the pointer tool. But for those who have physical disabilities or those who can not control the hands properly for several reasons such as that experienced paralysis, arm injury, and neurological disorders such as Parkinson's, etc., it becomes a constraint in the use of existing pointer devices .&lt;br /&gt;Based on 2009 statistical data obtained from the Ministry of Social Affairs, in the course of the 14th province of Indonesia that has been recorded there are about ± 850 000 people with disability in the arm, and also according to WHO statistics, in 2008 approximately 80-10% of human population in the world suffer from disabilities . Although existing laws regulating the disabled people, in fact they are still excluded from the world of work, because they are considered limitations prevented them from working. But in fact, behind their physical limitations, they still have the same capabilities with those of healthy bodies. This problem comes from the desire of people with disabilities to be able to obtain equal rights in various areas, including ease of accessing information can be obtained through the computer and the Internet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has encouraged my friends to develop a different pointer device from conventional pointer device that already exists, hence conducted numerous studies to produce devices using hand gestures pointing to a minimum or even no need to use hand movements at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally it was decided to use the eye as a substitute for hand movement. This is based on the location and characteristics of the eye itself. Eyes located on the face and its characteristics can be easily identified as compared with the physical characteristics of members of other faces. Based on the study eye is an instrument that responds when it first senses the first time a user will perform the operation on a computer using a pointer device. With such a statement is expected to use the eye will respond more quickly in the mobilization of the cursor.And was born Eye-B Pod which stands for Eye-Based Pointing Device. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/THF3p0YgxqI/AAAAAAAAADs/Xxm1G1Np1UM/s1600/eyebpod2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/THF3p0YgxqI/AAAAAAAAADs/Xxm1G1Np1UM/s320/eyebpod2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eye-B Pod Logo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eye-B Pod&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of using the hand, eye movement is used to control the cursor on the computer screen. How to use Eye-B-PoD is by using eye movements are captured by the input device is the webcam. Users can simply look to certain partsof the screen to direct your cursor where you want to go. If you want to perform processes such as the click of a mouse, users can simply do blink with one eye when the cursor has been located at the target. &lt;br /&gt;For normal people, Eye-B Pod can also improve efficiency in using computers, because users need not be too dependent on the conventional mouse, while using eye movements, the user's hand can still perform a variety of other activities such as writing, typing, or drinking coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now Eye-B Pod consists of four features:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Automatic Face And Eye Detection&lt;/i&gt;: when a user is located in front of the webcam software that has been equipped with Eye-B Pod, automatic face and eyes are detected instantly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Smart Face Detector dominant&lt;/i&gt;: for example there are several faces in front of the webcam, only the dominant face can be captured by the Eye-B Pod.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;False Positive Blink Detector&lt;/i&gt;: to be able to distinguish when the user wants to click (with a wink) or just normal blink.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Auto Sensitivity Calibration&lt;/i&gt;: calibrate automatically reset if the Eye-B Pod loss of eye blink detection.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eye-B-Pod succeeded in becoming the second winner (merit) Indonesia ICT Awards (INAICTA 2009) for the category of Research and Development. This software continues in the development stage for the addition of other features and improvements in some parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/THF31xChxWI/AAAAAAAAAD0/AKkmNm_IMgY/s1600/ebpod1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="125" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/THF31xChxWI/AAAAAAAAAD0/AKkmNm_IMgY/s400/ebpod1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eye-B Pod Team: Victor Kurnia, Josephine Klara, Stanley Audrey&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, my friends..&amp;nbsp; Maybe you all did not know that I'm very proud of you guys... d (^^,) b&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8316955560972472226-8151391710799898150?l=nikoshervo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/feeds/8151391710799898150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2010/08/eye-b-pod.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/8151391710799898150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/8151391710799898150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2010/08/eye-b-pod.html' title='Eye-B Pod'/><author><name>Shervo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873598563795694113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/S3Lnhy7aoHI/AAAAAAAAABs/Qodyhz0tTd0/S220/dandelion.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/THF3p0YgxqI/AAAAAAAAADs/Xxm1G1Np1UM/s72-c/eyebpod2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316955560972472226.post-4885257264583231241</id><published>2010-08-12T17:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T17:18:00.013+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><title type='text'>Sun for a women</title><content type='html'>Why?&lt;br /&gt;A woman asked a man about love and hope. The woman said that she wanted to become the world's most beautiful flowers, and the man said he wanted to be a sun. She did not understand why the man wanted to be the sun, not a butterfly or bee that can hold together with the flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the woman said that she would become the moon only, but the man said he wanted to remain a sun. Women more confused because the sun and moon will never met, but he wants to remain a sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last time the woman says she wants to become the Phoenix can fly into the sky far above the sun, but again the man said he will always be the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman smiled a bitter and disappointed. Women are willing to change 3x but man remains stubbornly wants to be the sun and would not be changed with a woman. Slowly over time the woman away from the men, the greater the distance between them, until finally she left and never came back without ever knowing the reason why men continue to be the sun.&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/TGPIfmCQN_I/AAAAAAAAADc/tFoSatzwkRM/s1600/sun.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/TGPIfmCQN_I/AAAAAAAAADc/tFoSatzwkRM/s320/sun.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The man sitting alone and staring at he sun. When women become flowers, men want to be the sun so that flowers can continue to live. The sun will shine for all the flowers that she grew up, flourished and continued to live as grace. Though the sun knew he could only look she it from afar and butterflies in the end was the one who will dance with the flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;It's called love gives unconditionally.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When women want to be a moon, the man still wants to be the sun, so the moon can continue shine beautiful and admired. Beautiful moonlight is reflected sunlight, while all the creature admired the moon, no one will remember the sun. However, the sun willing to give his light, even though he himself could not see the moon, forgotten, and lost glory of his services as a giver of light for a loved one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;This is called a sacrifice, very painful but worthy of love.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a woman wants to become the Phoenix can fly high into the sky far above even the sun, he remained always a sun. So phoenix free to leave anytime she wanted, and the sun will not prevent interfere. The sun was willing to let go of the phoenix if she wanted to go away, but the sun will always keep the love burning in his heart only to phoenix. The sun is always there for Phoenix, whenever she wants to return, although she not always there for sun. There will be no other creature except Phoenix can enter into the sun and get his love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;It's called fidelity, though abandoned and betrayed but still waiting and willing to forgive.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Men, dont have regrets being sun for women ...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8316955560972472226-4885257264583231241?l=nikoshervo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/feeds/4885257264583231241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2010/08/sun-for-women.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/4885257264583231241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/4885257264583231241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2010/08/sun-for-women.html' title='Sun for a women'/><author><name>Shervo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873598563795694113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/S3Lnhy7aoHI/AAAAAAAAABs/Qodyhz0tTd0/S220/dandelion.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/TGPIfmCQN_I/AAAAAAAAADc/tFoSatzwkRM/s72-c/sun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316955560972472226.post-1122548203616851752</id><published>2010-08-06T14:50:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T14:52:29.750+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><title type='text'>Kelinci dan Kura-kura</title><content type='html'>Pada suatu hari, kura-kura berdebat dengan kelinci mengenai siapa yang lebih cepat. Akhirnya mereka memutuskan tempat, waktu dan rute untuk adu lari untuk menentukan siapa yang tercepat. Saat perlombaan dimulai, kelinci melesat meninggalkan kura-kura. Setelah tahu kura-kura tertinggal jauh di belakang, kelinci memutuskan untuk beristirahat sebelum lanjut lagi. Kelinci duduk di bawah pohon sambil makan wortel. Karena kekenyangan dan agin yang berhembus akhirnya tanpa sadar kelinci tertidur. Kura-kura akhirnya melalui kelinci yang sedang tertidur dan memenangkan adu lari. Akhirnya kelinci terbangun dan menyadari dirinya telah kalah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pesan : Walaupun perlahan tapi bila ada kemauan pasti akan menang.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelinci sangat malu dan kecewa pada dirinya sendiri. Ia menyimpulkan bahwa kekalahannya hanya karena ia terlalu percaya diri, dan lalai. "Jikalau kemarin aku serius, aku tak mungkin kalah" pikir kelinci.Maka ditantangnya lagi si kura-kura. Si kura-kura menyetujuinya dan mereka bersiap untuk berlomba kembali. Akhirnya dimulai lomba, dan dari awal lomba kelinci melesat meninggalkan kura-kura dan terus berlari hingga ke garis finish. Dan dengan mudah ia dapat mengalahkan si kura-kura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pesan : Tapi yang cepat dan konsisten mengalahkan yang perlahan tapi pasti.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kura-kura sedih akan kekalahannya, ia berpikir bahwa ia tak akan menang berlomba dengan si kelinci dengan perbedaan fisik seperti itu. Tapi ia mempunyai ide, ditantangnya lagi si kelinci dengan rute yang berbeda. Ditantang seperti itu, kelinci langsung menyetujui karena ia yakin bila ia serius tak akan kalah dari kura-kura. Lomba dimulai, dan ternyata benar, dengan kencangnya kelinci berlari meninggalkan kura-kura. Tapi betapa terkejutnya kelinci ketika didapatinya rute baru ini terpotong oleh sebuah sungai. Si kelinci tak menduga hal ini, ia hanya termenung karena ia tak bisa berenang, bingung memikirkan bagaimana cara melalui sungai tersebut. Lama ia terdiam d pinggir sungai, akhirnya kelinci melihat kura-kura datang dan dengan santainya memceburkan diri ke air lalu berenang ke seberang sungai, keluar lagi berjalan pelan menuju garis finish. Kelinci terpaku melihat kemenangan si kura-kura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pesan: Kemenangan adalah bagaimana kita memamfaatkan kelebihan yang kita punya.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelinci sangat sedih akan kekalahannya ia hanya termenung sepanjang hari. Melihat hal ini kura-kura pun menghampirinya dan menghiburnya. Kura-kura mengajak kelinci untuk melakukan adu lari bersama. Keesokan harinya, lomba dimulai lagi, tapi sekarang kelinci menggendong berlari kencang sampai tepi sungai. Kemudian kura-kura menggendong kelinci menyebrangi&amp;nbsp; sungai, dilanjutkan kembali kelinci menggendong kura-kura sampe garis finish. Hasilnya mereka berdua lebih cepat sampai di garis finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pesan : Kelebihan dan keuletan dan ketekunan sangat berguna, tapi akan lebih baik lagi bila kita bisa bekerjasama dengan orang lain dan saling menutupi kekurangan.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/TFu-F4BczsI/AAAAAAAAADU/LwRak0Da_80/s1600/R%26T.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/TFu-F4BczsI/AAAAAAAAADU/LwRak0Da_80/s320/R%26T.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8316955560972472226-1122548203616851752?l=nikoshervo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/feeds/1122548203616851752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2010/08/pada-suatu-hari-kura-kura-berdebat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/1122548203616851752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/1122548203616851752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2010/08/pada-suatu-hari-kura-kura-berdebat.html' title='Kelinci dan Kura-kura'/><author><name>Shervo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873598563795694113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/S3Lnhy7aoHI/AAAAAAAAABs/Qodyhz0tTd0/S220/dandelion.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/TFu-F4BczsI/AAAAAAAAADU/LwRak0Da_80/s72-c/R%26T.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316955560972472226.post-4927907532266908377</id><published>2010-08-06T13:50:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T14:51:46.112+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><title type='text'>Good Fin</title><content type='html'>Power..&lt;br /&gt;I am looking for power?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since the first day i saw you..&lt;br /&gt;I somehow knew that we would be friend..&lt;br /&gt;I was never lonely because you were there..&lt;br /&gt;It felt like those days would last forever..&lt;br /&gt;We walked along the shame paths because..&lt;br /&gt;We chose life and death together..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believed in you.. Always....&lt;br /&gt;Because we shared so much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/TFuwUnTm6tI/AAAAAAAAADE/HsGEQo4asfs/s1600/suiko2b.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="301" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/TFuwUnTm6tI/AAAAAAAAADE/HsGEQo4asfs/s400/suiko2b.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Suikoden II&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8316955560972472226-4927907532266908377?l=nikoshervo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/feeds/4927907532266908377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2010/08/power.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/4927907532266908377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/4927907532266908377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2010/08/power.html' title='Good Fin'/><author><name>Shervo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873598563795694113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/S3Lnhy7aoHI/AAAAAAAAABs/Qodyhz0tTd0/S220/dandelion.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/TFuwUnTm6tI/AAAAAAAAADE/HsGEQo4asfs/s72-c/suiko2b.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316955560972472226.post-5427635726008461174</id><published>2010-06-28T10:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T10:29:37.717+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensieve'/><title type='text'>Letter to myself [2]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/TCgW5PFRBEI/AAAAAAAAAC8/64XFZvucgl4/s1600/message-in-a-bottle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="190" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/TCgW5PFRBEI/AAAAAAAAAC8/64XFZvucgl4/s200/message-in-a-bottle.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Several years later..&lt;br /&gt;what kind of adults will you be?&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, i don't really want to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i think..&lt;br /&gt;Well, adults get worn out.&lt;br /&gt;They can't live without telling lies.&lt;br /&gt;They just think about money.&lt;br /&gt;No freedom.&lt;br /&gt;They're always badmouthing people.&lt;br /&gt;They enjoy other people's unhappyness.&lt;br /&gt;They're worried about how they look to others.&lt;br /&gt;Adults are boring.&lt;br /&gt;I probably will become that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mysterious thing about people&lt;br /&gt;when you become an adult you forget your childlike things.&lt;br /&gt;Those dreams you had a child, you'll forget them.&lt;br /&gt;You'll recite the magic words.&lt;br /&gt;"Can't be helped"&lt;br /&gt;"Society is wrong"&lt;br /&gt;"Everyone knows that"&lt;br /&gt;"Thats not my fault"&lt;br /&gt;etc.&lt;br /&gt;From now on&lt;br /&gt;there are lots of walls in your way.&lt;br /&gt;When you can't climb over those walls&lt;br /&gt;you'll suddenly want to use those magic words.&lt;br /&gt;But, when you use those words&lt;br /&gt;you'll become those adults that you hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, what should you do?&lt;br /&gt;What should you do when you can't climb that wall?&lt;br /&gt;Just remember..&lt;br /&gt;That wall really isn't wall.&lt;br /&gt;It's a mirror.&lt;br /&gt;A mirror reflecting who you are.&lt;br /&gt;Your biggest enemy is yourself.&lt;br /&gt;The you without dreams.&lt;br /&gt;The you who lies.&lt;br /&gt;The you who loves money.&lt;br /&gt;The you worried about how you loook.&lt;br /&gt;The you who stands on top of others.&lt;br /&gt;The you who uses up people below yourself.&lt;br /&gt;the you who pray for unhappiness for others.&lt;br /&gt;The you who can't say "i love you".&lt;br /&gt;The you who can't say "that's wrong".&lt;br /&gt;The you who says "it's impossible" and gives up.&lt;br /&gt;The you who doesn't believe in others.&lt;br /&gt;The you who doesn't believe in themselves.&lt;br /&gt;Inside yourself, that you exists.&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the mirror&lt;br /&gt;the you that you would point and laugh at.&lt;br /&gt;That's a request from me.&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;change how you think about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;You grow up just as how you imagined you would.&lt;br /&gt;No matter the time&lt;br /&gt;no matter where you are in the world&lt;br /&gt;please&lt;br /&gt;i want you to truly look at yourself in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;Are you like yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you living?&lt;br /&gt;Are you living right now?&lt;br /&gt;Then i have question for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO ARE YOU?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8316955560972472226-5427635726008461174?l=nikoshervo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/feeds/5427635726008461174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2010/06/letter-to-myself-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/5427635726008461174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/5427635726008461174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2010/06/letter-to-myself-2.html' title='Letter to myself [2]'/><author><name>Shervo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873598563795694113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/S3Lnhy7aoHI/AAAAAAAAABs/Qodyhz0tTd0/S220/dandelion.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/TCgW5PFRBEI/AAAAAAAAAC8/64XFZvucgl4/s72-c/message-in-a-bottle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316955560972472226.post-170294260735713925</id><published>2010-06-01T00:16:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T00:16:39.739+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><title type='text'>Luke</title><content type='html'>Di sebuah kota di California, tinggal seorang anak laki2 berusia tujuh tahun yang bernama Luke. Luke gemar bermain bisbol.. Ia bermain pada sebuah tim bisbol di kotanya yang bernama Little League.. Luke bukanlah seorang pemain yang hebat.. Pada setiap pertandingan, ia lebih banyak menghabiskan waktunya di kursi pemain cadangan.. Akan tetapi, ibunya selalu hadir di setiap pertandingan untuk bersorak dan memberikan semangat saat Luke dapat memukul bola maupun tidak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kehidupan Sherri Collins, ibu Luke, sangat tidak mudah.. Ia menikah dengan kekasih hatinya saat masih kuliah. Kehidupan mereka berdua setelah pernikahan berjalan seperti cerita dalam buku-buku roman.. Namun, keadaan itu hanya berlangsung sampai pada musim dingin saat Luke berusia tiga tahun.. Pada musim dingin, di jalan yang berlapis es, suami Sherri meninggal karena mobil yang ditumpanginya bertabrakan dengan mobil yang datang dari arah berlawanan.. Saat itu, ia dalam perjalanan pulang dari pekerjaan paruh waktu yang biasa dilakukannya pada malam hari..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aku tidak akan menikah lagi," kata Sherri kepada ibunya.. "Tidak ada yang dapat mencintaiku seperti dia".. "Kau tidak perlu menyakinkanku," sahut ibunya sambil tersenyum.. Ia adalah seorang janda dan selalu memberikan nasihat yang dapat membuat Sherri merasa nyaman.. "Dalam hidup ini, ada seseorang yang hanya memiliki satu orang saja yang sangat istimewa bagi dirinya dan tidak ingin terpisahkan untuk selama-lamanya.. Namun jika salah satu dari mereka pergi, akan lebih baik bagi yang ditinggalkan untuk tetap sendiri daripada ia memaksakan mencari penggantinya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherri sangat bersyukur bahwa ia tidak sendirian.. Ibunya pindah untuk tinggal bersamanya.. Bersama-sama, mereka berdua merawat Luke.. Apapun masalah yg dihadapi anaknya, Sherri selalu memberikan dukungan sehingga Luke akan selalu bersikap optimis.. Setelah Luke kehilangan seorang ayah, ibunya juga selalu berusaha menjadi seorang ayah bagi Luke..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pertandingan demi pertandingan, minggu demi minggu, Sherri selalu datang dan bersorak-sorai untuk memberikan dukungan kepada Luke, meskipun ia hanya bermain beberapa menit saja..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suatu hari, Luke datang ke pertandingan seorang diri.. "Pelatih", panggilnya. "Bisakah aku bermain dalam pertandingan ini sekarang? Ini sangat penting bagiku.. Aku mohon ?" Pelatih mempertimbangkan keinginan Luke. Luke masih kurang dapat bekerja sama antar pemain.. Namun dalam pertandingan sebelumnya, Luke berhasil memukul bola dan mengayunkan tongkatnya searah dengan arah datangnya bola.. Pelatih kagum tentang kesabaran dan sportivitas Luke, dan Luke tampak berlatih ekstra keras dalam beberapa hari ini..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tentu," jawabnya sambil mengangkat bahu, kemudian ditariknya topi merah Luke.. "Kamu dapat bermain hari ini. Sekarang, lakukan pemanasan dahulu." Hati Luke bergetar saat ia diperbolehkan untuk bermain.. Sore itu, ia bermain dengan sepenuh hatinya.. Ia berhasil melakukan home run dan mencetak dua single.. Ia pun berhasil menangkap bola yang sedang melayang sehingga membuat timnya berhasil memenangkan pertandingan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentu saja pelatih sangat kagum melihatnya. Ia belum pernah melihat Luke bermain sebaik itu.. Setelah pertandingan, pelatih menarik Luke ke pinggir lapangan.. "Pertandingan yang sangat mengagumkan," katanya kepada Luke. "Aku tidak pernah melihatmu bermain sebaik sekarang ini sebelumnya.. Apa yang membuatmu jadi begini?" Luke tersenyum dan pelatih melihat kedua mata anak itu mulai penuh oleh air mata kebahagiaan.. Luke menangis tersedu-sedu.. Sambil sesunggukan, ia berkata "Pelatih, ayahku sudah lama sekali meninggal dalam sebuah kecelakaan mobil.. Ibuku sangat sedih.. Ia buta dan tidak dapat berjalan dengan baik, akibat kecelakaan itu.. Minggu lalu,......Ibuku meninggal." Luke kembali menangis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemudian Luke menghapus air matanya, dan melanjutkan ceritanya dengan terbata-bata "Hari ini,.......hari ini adalah pertama kalinya kedua orangtuaku dari surga datang pada pertandingan ini untuk bersama-sama melihatku bermain.. Dan aku tentu saja tidak akan mengecewakan mereka.......". Luke kembali menangis terisak-isak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sang pelatih sadar bahwa ia telah membuat keputusan yang tepat, dengan mengizinkan Luke bermain sebagai pemain utama hari ini.. Sang pelatih yang berkepribadian sekuat baja, tertegun beberapa saat.. Ia tidak mampu mengucapkan sepatah katapun untuk menenangkan Luke yang masih menangis.. Tiba-tiba, baja itu meleleh. Sang pelatih tidak mampu menahan perasaannya sendiri, air mata mengalir dari kedua matanya, bukan sebagai seorang pelatih, tetapi sebagai seorang anak.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sang pelatih sangat tergugah dengan cerita Luke, ia sadar bahwa dalam hal ini, ia belajar banyak dari Luke.. Bahkan seorang anak berusia 7 tahun berusaha melakukan yang terbaik untuk kebahagiaan orang tuanya, walaupun ayah dan ibunya sudah pergi selamanya............ Luke baru saja kehilangan seorang Ibu yang begitu mencintainya........&lt;br /&gt;Sang pelatih sadar, bahwa ia beruntung ayah dan ibunya masih ada.. Mulai saat itu, ia berusaha melakukan yang terbaik untuk kedua orangtuanya, membahagiakan mereka, membagikan lebih banyak cinta dan kasih untuk mereka. Dia menyadari bahwa waktu sangat berharga, atau ia akan menyesal seumur hidupnya...............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8316955560972472226-170294260735713925?l=nikoshervo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/feeds/170294260735713925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2010/06/luke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/170294260735713925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/170294260735713925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2010/06/luke.html' title='Luke'/><author><name>Shervo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873598563795694113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/S3Lnhy7aoHI/AAAAAAAAABs/Qodyhz0tTd0/S220/dandelion.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316955560972472226.post-1011595835995642606</id><published>2010-05-03T00:36:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T00:36:32.900+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensieve'/><title type='text'>Shatter..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="medium_text" id="result_box"&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;You know that  other people will think it's funny..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="medium_text" id="result_box"&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;When someone breaks your heart..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="medium_text" id="result_box"&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;But  you still love her with all the little pieces ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="medium_text" id="result_box"&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title=""&gt;but this happens..&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/8316955560972472226-1011595835995642606?l=nikoshervo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/feeds/1011595835995642606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2010/05/shatter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/1011595835995642606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/1011595835995642606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2010/05/shatter.html' title='Shatter..'/><author><name>Shervo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873598563795694113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/S3Lnhy7aoHI/AAAAAAAAABs/Qodyhz0tTd0/S220/dandelion.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316955560972472226.post-4061177008199636834</id><published>2010-04-17T13:08:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T08:22:46.398+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><title type='text'>5 menit lagi..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/S8lQYvVb1uI/AAAAAAAAAC0/hxOWZkj8xUM/s1600/swing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/S8lQYvVb1uI/AAAAAAAAAC0/hxOWZkj8xUM/s320/swing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Seorang ibu duduk di samping seorang pria di bangku dekat Taman Bermain di West Coast Park pada suatu minggu pagi yang indah cerah.&lt;br /&gt;"Lihat, itu putraku yang di situ" katanya, sambil menunjuk ke arah seorang anak kecil yang memakai baju merah yang sedang meluncur turun diperosotan.&lt;br /&gt;Mata ibu itu berbinar, bangga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wah, lincah sekali anak itu," kata bapak di sebelahnya.&lt;br /&gt;"Lihat anak yang sedang main ayunan pakai baju biru itu? Dia anakku" sambungnya, memperkenalkan.&lt;br /&gt;Lalu, sambil melihat arloji, ia memanggil putranya.&lt;br /&gt;"Ayo Jack, gimana kalau kita sekarang pulang?"&lt;br /&gt;Jack, si bocah kecil itu, setengah memelas, berkata,&lt;br /&gt;"Kalau lima menit lagi,boleh tidak, Yahhh? Sebentar lagi saja, boleh kan? Cuma tambah lima menit kok,yaaa...?"&lt;br /&gt;Pria itu mengangguk dan Jack meneruskan main ayunan untuk memuaskan hatinya. Menit menit berlalu, sang ayah berdiri, memanggil anaknya lagi.&lt;br /&gt;"Ayo, ayo, sudah waktunya berangkat?"&lt;br /&gt;Lagi-lagi Jack memohon, "Ayah, lima menit lagilah. Cuma lima menit tok, ya? Boleh ya, Yah?" mintanya sambil menggaruk-garuk kepalanya.&lt;br /&gt;Pria itu bersenyum dan berkata,&lt;br /&gt;"OK, baiklah..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wah, bapak pasti seorang ayah yang sabar," ibu yang di sampingnya, dan melihat adegan itu, tersenyum senang dengan sikap lelaki itu.&lt;br /&gt;Pria itu membalas senyum, lalu berkata,&lt;br /&gt;"Putraku yang lebih tua, John, tahun lalu tertabrak selagi bersepeda di dekat sini, oleh sopir yang mabuk. Tahu tidak, aku tak pernah memberikan cukup waktu untuk bersama John. Sekarang apa pun ingin kuberikan demi Jack, asal saja saya bisa bersamanya biar pun hanya untuk lima menit lagi. Saya bersumpah tidak akan mengulangi kesalahan yang sama lagi terhadap Jack. Ia pikir, ia dapat lima menit ekstra tambahan untuk berayun, untuk terus bermain. Padahal, sebenarnya, sayalah yang memperoleh tambahan lima menit memandangi dia bermain, menikmati kebersamaan bersama dia, menikmati tawa bahagianya...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidup ini bukanlah suatu lomba. Hidup ialah masalah membuat prioritas. Prioritas apa yang Anda miliki saat ini? Berikanlah pada seseorang yang kaukasihi, lima menit saja dari waktumu, dan engkau pastilah tidak akan menyesal selamanya..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8316955560972472226-4061177008199636834?l=nikoshervo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/feeds/4061177008199636834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2010/04/5-menit-lagi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/4061177008199636834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/4061177008199636834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2010/04/5-menit-lagi.html' title='5 menit lagi..'/><author><name>Shervo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873598563795694113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/S3Lnhy7aoHI/AAAAAAAAABs/Qodyhz0tTd0/S220/dandelion.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/S8lQYvVb1uI/AAAAAAAAAC0/hxOWZkj8xUM/s72-c/swing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316955560972472226.post-2126701003935000546</id><published>2010-04-08T01:05:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T01:05:02.412+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><title type='text'>Kebaikan Sesungguhnya dalam Hidup</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Saat Terindah Dalam Hidupku Adalah Bersamamu, Saat Tersedih Dalam Hidupku Adalah Kehilanganmu” by: Agnes Davonar-True Story from Angel&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namanya Daniel, cowok yang baru berusia 24 tahun. Wajahnya.. kata orang sih gak ganteng, ngak pinter dan juga ngak atletis. Sampai detik ini, temen-temen masih mikir? Kok bisa ya dia jadi pacar gua? Padahal sumpah mati mereka tau, gua gak pernah berharap punya pacar kayak dia. Banyak yang bilang kalau wajah gua yang lumayan cantik bila jalan sama dia? Bakal seperti antara majikan dan pembantu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin awalnya demikian, tapi dari seorang Daniel. Gua belajar banyak tentang bagaimana menghargai seorang laki-laki, bagaimana memperlakukan laki-laki dan terakhir bagaimana mengerti arti cinta itu sesungguhnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suatu hari, gua lagi asyik online. Teman-teman gua, semua uda pada mulai eksis di dunia facebook. Rasanya kalau gua gak gabung, bisa jadi gua dianggap gadis kampung. Padahal orang kampung pun uda pakai facebook. Lupakan sejenak kisah stupid itu, yang pasti dari facebook. Gua bisa kontak-kontakan lagi sama teman-temen gua dari jaman pipis di celana sampai sekarang ngerti kalau umur gua uda cukup tua sebagai cewek, 23 tahun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, karena baru aja putus cinta. Rasanya gua alergi banget sama foto-foto mantan gua yang nangkring di facebook gua, jadi tugas gua malam itu adalah menghapus semua foto-foto mantan gua. Tapi semakin gua perhatikan foto-foto kenang-kenangan kita, kok rasanya gua jadi sedih sendiri ya. Sampai tanpa sadar gua jadi nangis, padahal yang minta putus juga gua, hal kecil sih, gara-gara dia mau sekolah di luar dan gua gak setuju. Apa daya, bokapnya jenderal dan dia ajudan. Pisah deh hubungan kita,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saat gua menangis, chat online di Facebook nyala, seseorang muncul dan berkata memperhatikan gua sedang menghapus semua foto-foto gua. Dia bilang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Lagi putus cinta ya? “ Kata dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awalnya gua mau cuekin, tapi kayaknya bakal menarik juga ya kalau gua marah-marah dan maki-maki orang ini, soalnya gua perhatiin, kita gak kenal sama sekali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Sok tau loe?” kata gua,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Ya tau dong, kan gua juga lagi putus cinta, senasib deh..”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalimat dia yang bikin gua langsung nyegir. Penasaran sekaligus merasa senasib. Singkat kata, walaupun gua ga kenal dia, akhirnya kita malah jadi curhat-curhatan. Gua jadi tau juga, kalau dia putus sama pacarnya karena gak cocok setelah 5 tahun pacaran. Dalam hati gua berkata, kalau 5 tahun segitu lamanya dibilang kagak cocok, jadi selama 5 tahun itu ngapain ya?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya kita gak bicara lagi setelah malam itu, tapi dia sempat mengatakan nama dia ke gua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Gua Daniel, thanks uda mau temenin gua ngobrol malam ini?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gua hanya senyum-senyum manggut, setau gua, harusnya gua yang curhat, kok malah jadi dia. Ya sudahlah, setidaknya dia uda bikin malam ini berwarna. Kita pun pisah, tanpa bicara dan gua sempat mengenalkan diri gua dengan bilang, “ Panggil gua Angel aja, kalau perlu blackAngel.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Kenapa harus BlackAngel, kenapa ga WhiteAngel”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gua terdiam dan offline dari facebook gua. Bukan urusan dia kalau gua mau jadi white or black, yang pasti hari itu menjadi hari perkenalan kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 bulan kemudian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sahabat gua Agnes, tiba-tiba nikah. Dia ngundang gua datang ke kawinan dia. Gua tau, tentunya tau banget rasanya ke undangan seorang diri. pasti di bilang kagak laku atau parahnya perawan tua. Kalau bukan karena Agnes ini teman baik gua waktu jaman smp, pasti gua gak mau datang. Dengan terpaksa gua ajak adik gua, Teddy. Walaupun dia itu masih kecil, setidaknya orang-orang bakal kepikiran dia pacar gua kalau ga kenal. Cara yang jitu untuk membuat gua lepas dari julukan jomblo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seperti yang gua duga, undangan bakal dipenuhi temen-temen gak jelas. Akhirnya gua hanya bisa mojok sambil menikmati jus jeruk, karena udangan berdiri, gua harus rebutan sama banyak orang. Nah, saat gua uda menemukan satu bangku, gua mau lompat, eh tiba-tiba nenek-nenek tua nyerobot gitu aja. Jus di tangan gua jatuh dan tanpa sengaja kena sama cowok yang lagi duduk disampingnya. Omg.. gua jadi parno sendiri ngelihat tuh cowok kemeja putihnya jadi berwarna belang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Sorry..” kata gua dan cowok itu natap gua dengan perasaan kesal tentunya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Gapapa..” kata dia bangkit dari kursi dan pergi keluar ruangan, banyak yang lihatin gua, akhirnya gua terpaksa keluar dari ruangan pernikahan itu daripada dilihatin banyak orang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saat gua keluar, cowok yang tadi ketimpa jus gua, sedang bersih-bersih dengan tissue. Gua memperhatikan dan mendekat ke dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Sorry ya sekali lagi, tadi ga sengaja banget.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Gapapa, tapi kok loe ga asing ya buat gua?” kata cowok itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Masa sih, maybe gua mukanya pasaran kali ya..”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Oh, gua inget. Loe temen facebook gua.. Angel ya namanya?” kata dia dan gua berpikir bisa jadi juga soalnya kan facebook itu sesuai tujuannya, menghubungan anda dengan semua orang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ iya benar, emang nama loe siapa?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Gua Daniel, dulu kita sempat chat. Tapi uda lama banget..” kata dia dan gua pura-pura senyum and merasa inget..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Mungkin ya,. “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia pun menjelaskan kalau Agnes ini masih ada hubungan teman sama dia, akhirnya lupa deh kejadian jus jeruk tumpah itu. Sebenarnya sih, gua ga ada minat sama sekali ketika melihat wajah dia. Gak ganteng dan gak menarik, Cuma menang tinggi dan putih aja. Level gua terlalu tinggi dalam menilai pria, kita bicara banyak tapi ala kadarnya, beruntunglah adik gua muncul dan akhirnya hendak membawa gua pergi. Gua pun pamitan, tiba-tiba dia nanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Angel, boleh minta nomor telepon ga?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Heh..” mulut gua terkunci, rasanya gak mau kasih, tapi melihat perlakuan gua sama baju dia, akhirnya gua pun kasih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia tersenyum. Dan akhirnya pesta berakhir dan kita pun berakhir, ini gua sebut. Takdir kedua kita , setelah facebook online dulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benar kata nenek gua, yang namanya jodoh, gak akan lari kemana-kemana. Gua kembali ditakdirkan ketemu sama si Daniel. Dia emang ga pernah nelepon atau sms gua setelah gua kasih nomor telepon gua. Tapi kita kembali ketemu saat tiba-tiba motor bebek gua mogok di jalan. Astaga, neh motor pas bawa dari rumah masih ok-ok aja. Kok tiba-tiba mati dijalan. Padahal tujuan gua naik motor ini Cuma mau beli makanan anjing gua di depan rumah. Gua bengong di jalan, tiba-tiba, si Daniel itu muncul. begonya lagi sampai detik itu gua ga lupa nama dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entah bagaimana dia muncul, tapi motor gua beres saat itu juga. Saat gua Tanya kenapa bisa ada disini, dia bilang, dia mau ke rumah temen buat main futsal di deket Puri. Takdir yang aneh, walaupun dia sudah menolong motor gua yang ternyata businya lepas saat gua rem. Gua ga bilang terima kasih, tapi pergi gitu aja. Saat di depan toko anjing, gua baru merasa salah, harusnya gua bilang thks or apa gitu. Akhirnya gua berjanji dalam hati gua, kalau dia muncul lagi dalam hidup gua, gua bakal bilang terima kasih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sepertinya Tuhan emang uda mengatur semuanya, sekali lagi kita ketemu. Tapi kali ini, dalam keadaan berbeda. Saat itu, foto dia muncul di halaman depan facebook gua, foto dimana dia disitu lagi pakai baju kemeja dan terlihat lebih keren dari sebelumnya yang hanya pakai kaos oblong. Gua pun mengirimkan pesan di wall dia, dan berkata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ thks buat waktu itu di jalan, lupa bilang thksnya..” kata gua dan beberapa menit kemudian dia balas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Sama-sama, sering-sering aja ya.. “ maksud dia ini ngeledekin gua supaya sering-sering mogok gitu apa gimana? Gua kaga ngerti. Tapi semua wall-wall di facebook kita berlanjut dengan kesapakatan kalau gua bakal traktir dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kita janjian dan akhirnya untuk pertama kali dia nelepon gua. Gua bilang, gua akan ngajak dia makan di pizza hut puri. Kebetulan ada harga diskon buat berdua, hahaha, jangan pikir gua ini pelit ya, tapi emang lagi pengen aja. Kita janjian malam itu. Dia datang, dan kita bicara panjang lebar. Mengenal Daniel lebih dalam tentang siapa dia, yang pasti dia ini ternyata tinggal di daerah yang gak jauh dari tempat gua. Anaknya menarik,sopan dan yang pasti lugu sekali. Gua bukan cewek yang bodoh dalam menilai, tapi gua yakin banget,. Daniel itu terlalu polos sebagai cowok, apalagi ditambah dengan kalimat dia tentang kisah cinta dia yang berujung kalau dia di selingkuhi sama pacar dia,.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saat-saat asyik lagi ngobrol. Tiba-tiba mantan gua muncul bersama gadis lain. Gua bingung, katanya dia mau kuliah di China. Lah kok tiba-tiba malah gandeng cewek. Gua memperhatikan dia berjalan, akhirnya dia sadar gua ada disana. Gua bangkit dan mendekatin dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Katanya loe ke China? Kok malah asyik pacaran?” kata gua emosi. Mantan gua sepertinya lebih berani membalas emosi gua dengan kalimat yang lebih menyakitkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Mau gua ke China atau Asyik pacaran? Ini kan bukan urusan loe? Loe kan bukan siapa-siapa gua?” mendengar kalimat itu gua langsung sakit di hati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Maksud loe apa sih?” kata gua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Eh, Angel, uda cukup ya loe mengontrol hidup gua, gua uda muak selama ini sama hubungan kita, loe pikir loe ini kecantikan hingga bisa suruh-suruh gua seenak hati loe. Gua senang akhirnya kita putus walau dengan alasan ke China. Karena gua sudah bosen lihat tingkah loe yang sok otoritir”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mendengar kalimat itu, tangan gua spontan menampar dia. Rasanya sakit sekali mendengar orang yang pernah gua cintai bicara demikian. Daniel bangkit, menarik gua perlahan. Mengajak gua duduk. Gua ingin menangis, tapi gua menahan semuanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Gua mau pulang “ ucap gua langsung berjalan meninggalkan tempat makan, Daniel mengikuti gua sampai ke tempat parkir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Angel.. “ teriak Daniel dan melihat dia,. Gua langsung menangis. Menangis karena harga diri gua sebagai perempuan telah hancur oleh hinaan mantan gua. Dia memeluk gua. Dan kalimatnya yang indah membuat gua tersadar untuk berhenti menangis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Angel, jangan menangis untuk orang yang menyakiti loe, tapi menangis untuk kebahagiaan loe karena akhirnya loe tau siapa pria itu..”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel benar, gua gak boleh menangis karena orang stupid itu, harusnya menangis karena bahagia akhirnya gua tau cinta dia itu palsu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel seperti obat bagi kehidupan gua setelah makan siang berantakan itu, gua banyak menghabiskan waktu sama dia. Tapi gua gak pernah menganggap dia sebagai apapun selain teman. Lucunya, dia seperti banyak waktu untuk orang seperti gua, dia rela belajar main tenis untuk bisa main sama gua. Dia rela ke salon bareng gua sekedar creambath, padahal rambutnya kan pendek. Tapi semua dia lakukan untuk apa, gua masih bertanya-tanya dalam hati. Yang pasti hal itu biar menjadi rahasia dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi gua sempat menunjukan kalimat yang mungkin menurut gua sangat keterlaluan. Suatu ketika. Didepan sahabat-sahabat gua. Seorang teman bertanya sama gua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Angel loe jadian ya sama Daniel?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Heh, ga salah loe? Mana mungkin, Daniel itu kan bukan tipe gua, ga level lah ya..” gua mungkin hanya ingin bercanda saat itu, tapi saat itu Daniel muncul. gua terdiam. Dia hanya tersenyum. Gua yakin dia mendengar kalimat itu, dan waktu berjalan gua melupakan semua kalimat jahat gua itu sama dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel memang pria yang sangat baik, dia tidak pernah merasa sedih dengan kalimat-kalimat gua. Dia tetap selalu setia ada dalam hidup gua. Dia rela menjaga anjing gua di rumah saat gua pergi keluar kota sama keluarga. Padahal gua tau dia alergi sama bulu anjing. Jadi kalau pas gua jemput anjing gua, muka dia merah-merah gitu. Pas gua Tanya, dia bilang cuma salah makan padahal akhirnya gua tau, dia itu alergi bulu anjing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entah apa yang dipikiran Daniel. Mengapa dia sangat baik sama gua. Lama-kelamaan gua jadi mempertanyakan kebaikan dia. Di suatu malam, entah karena gua lagi bad mood karena habis rebut sama nyokap. Gua langsung mempertanyakan semua yang ingin gua tau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Kenapa sih, loe ini ini baik sama gua?” Tanya gua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Gua baik sama siapapun kok, buat apa jahat sama orang?” jelas dia ngambang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Tolong jujur, loe ini suka gua apa nggak, dan kebaikan loe ini ada maksud untuk merebut hati gua apa gimana?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel terdiam menatap wajah gua hampa dan berkata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Angel, gua mungkin suka sama loe, tapi rasa suka gua? tidak akan sebesar keinginan gua untuk berharap menjadi kekasih loe, menjadi sahabat loe saja sudah cukup bagi hidup gua. Ngerti..”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Tapi gua ga mau dibaikin sama loe, gua gak mau loe salah paham. Gua Cuma ingin loe tau, kebaikan loe itu bikin gua merasa bingung, karena gua sama sekali gak kepikiran loe jadi pacar gua.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Ya, gua tau kok. Gua pun ga kepikiran sama kesana. Tenang aja..”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi gua tetap ragu dengan jawaban dia, sejak saat itu gua putusan untuk gak mau ketemu dia. Gua juga merasa risih dengan gosip dari semua orang kalau kita adalah kekasih. Sebagai cewek, rasanya Daniel tidak pantas untuk gua. Itu lah kesombongan yang selalu gua pertahankan. Sejak saat itu, gua selalu menghindari Daniel. Ga angkat telepon dia, sampai lebih buruknya menghapus dia dari facebook gua. Gua tau, dia sering mencari gua, sering kirim pesan ke facebook gua, mempertanyakan mengapa gua harus menghindar dan membenci dia secara tiba-tiba. Tapi gensi yang tinggi untuk menjawab akhirnya membuat gua melupakan dia tanpa ampun. Gua bilang lewat pesan facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Jangan pernah muncul dalam hidup gua, kalau emang loe anggap gua teman, kalau loe muncul itu hanya bikin gua stress.” Ya, kalimat gua yang kasar untuk seorang Daniel yang tanpa salah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 bulan kemudian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adik gua Teddy, mengalami sebuah kecelakaan motor. Kakinya patah dan lebih buruknya lagi nyawanya terancam karena dia kehilangan darah yang sangat banyak. Golongan darah adik gua termasuk langkah, berjenis 0, sedangkan stock rumah sakit kosong, akhirnya gua terpaksa meminta tolong sama teman-teman. Celakanya mereka semua gak ada yang punya jenis golongan darah itu. Dokter bilang, dalam waktu 24 jam, stock darah harus ada. Gua cemas. Gua gak mau kehilangan adik gua, setelah kehilangan bokap gua karena meninggal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gua terus berdoa dan menulis status gua di facebook tentang kebutuhan darah 0 untuk adik gua. Karena terlalu stress akhirnya gua malah ketiduran dan pasrah. Tiba-tiba saat gua terlelap, suster bilang ke gua. Adik gua sudah mendapatkan donor. Gua begitu bahagia. Darah yang paling sulit itu akhirnya ditemukan. Gua ga terlalu mikir siapa yang mendonorkan darah itu karena lebih mementingkan adik gua selamat dulu karena akan operasi. Tuhan memberkati adik gua, dia selamat dan akhirnya lolos dari masa kritis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saat gua lagi santai, suster yang tadi kasih info donor tanpa sengaja bertemu. Gua pun bertanya, siapa donor yang berbaik hati, gua ingin mengucapkan terima kasih. Suster itu bilang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Dia cowok, umurnya 24, tinggi, putih, tapi dia menolak untuk disebutkan namanya. Abis donor langsung pergi gitu aja, uda saya suruh istirahat dulu, tapi gak mau, katanya ada keperluan, padahal darahnya banyak loh yang diambil.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya siapapun dia, gua berterima kasih. Saat gua sudah mulai tenang. Dan adik gua sudah bisa bicara. Seorang sahabat menelepon gua. Dan berkata hal yang sangat mengejutkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Angel. Daniel kecelakaan mobil. Dia kritis di rumah sakit pik.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Kok bisa?” Tanya gua dalam hati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Loe mau jenguk gak?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bodohnya lagi, saat itu gua putuskan untuk tidak menjenguk. Gua masih merasa malu untuk bertemu dia walaupun temen gua bilang dia kritis. Gua heran, sebenarnya gua ini makluk ciptaan tuhan yang gimana sih? Kok gua tiba-tiba gak punya hati untuk seorang yang baik seperti Daniel walau dia sedang kritis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seminggu kemudian, gua mendapatkan kabar kalau Daniel dipindahkan ke rumah sakit Singapura untuk perawatan yang lebih baik. Gua masih gak bergeming. Lama-lama gua jad penasaran juga dengan kondisi Daniel. Sampai akhirnya, gua mencuri-curi waktu dengan melihat facebook dia. Sebuah wall dari sahabatnya membuatnya gua sangat terpukul. Tulisan yang membuat gua merasa menjadi gadis yang sangat berdosa. Status terakhir Daniel yang terbaca setelah beberapa hari sebelum kejadian dia kecelakaan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Daniel, adik Angel masuk rumah sakit, dia butuh golongan darah 0. Loe bukannya golongan darah 0. “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Iya, gua tau,, gua lagi otw kesana..”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gua jadi teringat kalimat suster tentang sosok Daniel. Dan gua akhirnya paham, mengapa dia gak mau sebutin nama dia saat mendonor, orang semulia ini yang rela menolong tanpa pambrih telah gua lewatkan dalam hidup gua. Gua sangat menyesal. Dengan segara cara gua mencari tau keberadaan Daniel. Gua mencoba telepon dan sms tapi telepn dia ga aktif. Sampai akhirnya gua menyerah. Gua hanya bisa berdoa dia lekas sembuh sehingga gua bisa ketemu dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi rasanya semua itu hanya jadi mimpi. Karena sahabat gua berkata dan membuat tubuh gua lemas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Daniel uda disisi tuhan”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hati gua hancur. Retak dan sangat menyesal. Bahkan gua gak sempat mengucapkan terima kasih atas kebaikan dan ketulusan dia disisi gua. Kalau saja gua bisa menarik waktu dan mengubah segalanya, gua akan meminta maaf dan menyadari betapa dia sangat berharga lebih dari arti seorang kekasih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia adalah seorang sahabat yang telah mengajarkan gua tentang arti cinta kasih, tentang sebuah pengorbanan dan kehidupan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel, mungkin loe gak akan pernah jadi kekasih gua. Tapi loe akan menjadi bagian dalam hidup gua. Dan biarkan gua meminta izin untuk mengatakan kepada dunia kalau loe adalah kekasih gua, walau terlambat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semoga kisah ini menjadi kisah yang memberikan arti bagi kalian untuk mengerti kebaikan diatas segalanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kini gua berpandapat, berkenalan dengan orang tidak harus dengan fisik yang indah ataupun mulut yang manis. tapi kejujuran dan kebaikan seseorang hanya bisa kita ngerti saat orang itu pergi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diambil dr link ini: http://ekstra.kompasiana.com/group/fiksi/2010/04/06/kekasihku-daniel-arti-kebaikan-sesungguhnya-dalam-hidup&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8316955560972472226-2126701003935000546?l=nikoshervo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/feeds/2126701003935000546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2010/04/kebaikan-sesungguhnya-dalam-hidup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/2126701003935000546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/2126701003935000546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2010/04/kebaikan-sesungguhnya-dalam-hidup.html' title='Kebaikan Sesungguhnya dalam Hidup'/><author><name>Shervo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873598563795694113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/S3Lnhy7aoHI/AAAAAAAAABs/Qodyhz0tTd0/S220/dandelion.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316955560972472226.post-6004738355230590008</id><published>2010-04-06T11:28:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T11:29:07.263+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensieve'/><title type='text'>people change? I who have changed? Or unfortunately I never really knew them?</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="color: yellow;"&gt;So little time&lt;br /&gt;Try to understand that I'm&lt;br /&gt;Trying to make a move just to stay in the game&lt;br /&gt;I try to stay awake and remember my name&lt;br /&gt;But everybody's changing&lt;br /&gt;And I don't feel the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're gone from here&lt;br /&gt;Soon you will disappear&lt;br /&gt;Fading into beautiful light&lt;br /&gt;'cause everybody's changing&lt;br /&gt;And I don't feel right. &lt;/blockquote&gt;Di atas adalah potongan lirik dari lagu &lt;b&gt;Everybody's Changing&lt;/b&gt; by &lt;b&gt;Keane&lt;/b&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Entah kenapa tadi malem sebelum tidur suffle lagu dapetnya lagu itu, suatu kebetulan yang aneh..&lt;br /&gt;Karena baru beberapa jam sebelum lagu tersebut terputar saya sedang berkumpul dengan teman-teman.. Belakangan ini ketika berkumpul dengan teman-temanku saya sering berpikir bahwa banyak sekali teman-temanku yang berubah.. Terkadang saya merasa saya tak mengenal mereka lagi, kemana perginya temanku yang dulu?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8316955560972472226-6004738355230590008?l=nikoshervo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/feeds/6004738355230590008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2010/04/people-change-i-who-have-changed-or.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/6004738355230590008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/6004738355230590008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2010/04/people-change-i-who-have-changed-or.html' title='people change? I who have changed? Or unfortunately I never really knew them?'/><author><name>Shervo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873598563795694113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/S3Lnhy7aoHI/AAAAAAAAABs/Qodyhz0tTd0/S220/dandelion.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316955560972472226.post-3436326517955000879</id><published>2010-03-08T00:21:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T11:19:42.465+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><title type='text'>Firefighter</title><content type='html'>He is the guy next door, a man's man with the memory of a little boy.&lt;br /&gt;He has never gotten over the excitement of engines and sirens and danger.&lt;br /&gt;He is a guy like you and me with wants and worries and unfulfilled dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Yet he stands taller than most of us.&lt;br /&gt;He is a fireman..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/S5PgJVQHdeI/AAAAAAAAACs/oCuD8nlL2Pk/s1600-h/angel20and20firefighter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/S5PgJVQHdeI/AAAAAAAAACs/oCuD8nlL2Pk/s200/angel20and20firefighter.jpg" width="196" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He puts it all on the line when the bell rings.&lt;br /&gt;A fireman is at once the most fortunate and the least fortunate of men.&lt;br /&gt;He is a man who saves lives because he has seen too much death.&lt;br /&gt;He is a gentle man because he has seen the awesome power of violence out of control.&lt;br /&gt;He is responsive to a child's laughter because his arms have held too many small bodies that will never laugh again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a man who appreciates the simple pleasures of life, hot coffee held in numb, unbending fingers, a warm bed for bone and muscle compelled beyond feeling, the camaraderie of brave men, the divine peace and selfless service of a job well done in the name of all men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't wear buttons or wave flags or shout obscenities.&lt;br /&gt;When he marches, it is to honor a fallen comrade.&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't preach the brotherhood of man.&lt;br /&gt;He lives it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8316955560972472226-3436326517955000879?l=nikoshervo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/feeds/3436326517955000879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2010/03/firefighter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/3436326517955000879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/3436326517955000879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2010/03/firefighter.html' title='Firefighter'/><author><name>Shervo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873598563795694113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/S3Lnhy7aoHI/AAAAAAAAABs/Qodyhz0tTd0/S220/dandelion.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/S5PgJVQHdeI/AAAAAAAAACs/oCuD8nlL2Pk/s72-c/angel20and20firefighter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316955560972472226.post-2568796148971261645</id><published>2010-03-01T10:36:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T11:18:40.167+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><title type='text'>Why God allow pain..</title><content type='html'>A man went to a barbershop to have his hair cut and his beard trimmed. As the barber began to work, they began to have a good conversation. They talked about so many things and various subjects.&lt;br /&gt;When they eventually touched on the subject of God, the barber said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;B: I don't believe that God exists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;C: Why do you say that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;B: Well, you just have to go out in the street to realize that God doesn't exist. Tell me, if God exists, would there be so many sick people? Would there be abandoned children? If God existed, there would be neither suffering nor pain. I can't imagine a loving God who would allow all of these things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The customer thought for a moment, but didn't respond because he didn't want to start an argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The barber finished his job and the customer left the shop.&lt;br /&gt;Just after he left the barbershop, he saw a man in the street with long, stringy, dirty hair and an untrimmed beard. He looked dirty and unkempt. The customer turned back and entered the barber shop again and he said to the barber:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;C: You know what? Barbers do not exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;B: How can you say that? I am here, and I am a barber. And I just worked on you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;C: No! Barbers don't exist, because if they did, there would be no people with dirty long hair and untrimmed beards, like that man outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;B: Ah, but barbers DO exist! That's what happens when people do not come to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;C: Exactly! That's the point! God, too, DOES exist! That's what happens when people do not go to Him and don't look to Him for help. That's why there's so much pain and suffering in the world..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8316955560972472226-2568796148971261645?l=nikoshervo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/feeds/2568796148971261645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2010/03/why-god-allow-pain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/2568796148971261645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/2568796148971261645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2010/03/why-god-allow-pain.html' title='Why God allow pain..'/><author><name>Shervo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873598563795694113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/S3Lnhy7aoHI/AAAAAAAAABs/Qodyhz0tTd0/S220/dandelion.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316955560972472226.post-38765989929718113</id><published>2010-02-14T02:23:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T11:18:23.501+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><title type='text'>Cinta 100 hari</title><content type='html'>Peter dan Tina sedang duduk bersama di taman kampus tanpa melakukan apapun, hanya memandang langit sementara sahabat-sahabat mereka sedang asik bercanda ria dengan kekasih mereka masing-masing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina: "Duh bosen banget. Aku harap aku juga punya pacar yang bisa berbagi waktu denganku."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter: "kayaknya cuma tinggal kita berdua deh yang jomblo. cuma kita berdua saja yang tidak punya pasangan sekarang." (keduanya mengeluh dan berdiam beberapa saat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina: "Kayaknya aku ada ide bagus deh. kita adakan permainan yuk?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter: "Eh? permainan apaan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina: "Eng... gampang sih permainannya. Kamu jadi pacarku dan aku jadi pacarmu tapi hanya untuk 100 hari saja. gimana menurutmu?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter: "Baiklah... lagian aku juga ga ada rencana apa-apa untuk beberapa bulan ke depan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina: "Kok kayaknya kamu gak terlalu niat ya... semangat dong! hari ini akan jadi hari pertama kita kencan. Mau jalan-jalan kemana nih?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter: "Gimana kalo kita nonton saja? Kalo gak salah film The Troy lagi maen deh. katanya film itu bagus"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina: "OK dech.... Yuk kita pergi sekarang. tar pulang nonton kita ke karaoke ya...ajak aja adik kamu sama pacarnya biar seru."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter : "Boleh juga..." (mereka pun pergi nonton, berkaraoke dan Peter mengantarkan Tina pulang malam harinya)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hari ke 2:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter dan Tina menghabiskan waktu untuk ngobrol dan bercanda di kafe, suasana kafe yang remang-remang dan alunan musik yang syahdu membawa hati mereka pada situasi yang romantis. Sebelum pulang Peter membeli sebuah kalung perak berliontin bintang untuk Tina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hari ke 3:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mereka pergi ke pusat perbelanjaan untuk mencari kado untuk seorang sahabat Peter. Setelah lelah berkeliling pusat perbelanjaan, mereka memutuskan membeli sebuah miniatur mobil mini. Setelah itu mereka beristirahat duduk di foodcourt, makan satu potong kue dan satu gelas jus berdua dan mulai berpegangan tangan untuk pertama kalinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hari ke 7:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bermain bowling dengan teman-teman Peter. Tangan tina terasa sakit karena tidak pernah bermain bowling sebelumnya. Peter memijit-mijit tangan Tina dengan lembut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hari ke 25:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter mengajak Tina makan malam di Ancol Bay. Bulan sudah menampakan diri, langit yang cerah menghamparkan ribuan bintang dalam pelukannya. Mereka duduk menunggu makanan, sambil menikmati suara desir angin berpadu dengan suara gelombang bergulung di pantai. Sekali lagi Tina memandang langit, dan melihat bintang jatuh. Dia mengucapkan suatu permintaan dalam hatinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hari ke 41:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter berulang tahun. Tina membuatkan kue ulang tahun untuk Peter. Bukan kue buatannya yang pertama, tapi kasih sayang yang mulai timbul dalam hatinya membuat kue buatannya itu menjadi yang terbaik. Peter terharu menerima kue itu, dan dia mengucapkan suatu harapan saat meniup lilin ulang tahunnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hari ke 67:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menghabiskan waktu di Dufan. Naik halilintar, makan es krim bersama,dan mengunjungi stand permainan. Peter menghadiahkan sebuah boneka teddy bear untuk Tina, dan Tina membelikan sebuah pulpen untuk Peter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hari ke 72:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pergi Ke PRJ. Melihat meriahnya pameran lampion dari negeri China. Tina penasaran untuk mengunjungi salah satu tenda peramal. Sang peramal hanya mengatakan "Hargai waktumu bersamanya mulai sekarang" kemudian peramal itu meneteskan air mata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hari ke 84:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter mengusulkan agar mereka refreshing ke pantai. Pantai Anyer sangat sepi karena bukan waktunya liburan bagi orang lain. Mereka melepaskan sandal dan berjalan sepanjang pantai sambil berpegangan tangan,merasakan lembutnya pasir dan dinginnya air laut menghempas kaki mereka. Matahari terbenam, dan mereka berpelukan seakan tidak ingin berpisah lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hari ke 99:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter memutuskan agar mereka menjalani hari ini dengan santai dan sederhana. Mereka berkeliling kota dan akhirnya duduk di sebuah taman kota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jam 15:20 pm&lt;br /&gt;Tina: "Aku haus. Istirahat dulu yuk sebentar."&lt;br /&gt;Peter: "Tunggu disini, aku beli minuman dulu. Aku mau teh botol saja. Kamu mau minum apa?"&lt;br /&gt;Tina: "Aku saja yang beli. kamu kan capek sudah menyetir keliling kota hari ini. Sebentar ya" Peter mengangguk. kakinya memang pegal sekali karena dimana-mana Jakarta selalu macet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jam 15:30 pm&lt;br /&gt;Peter sudah menunggu selama 10 menit and Tina belum kembali juga. Tiba-tiba seseorang yang tak dikenal berlari menghampirinya dengan wajah panik.&lt;br /&gt;Peter : "Ada apa pak?"&lt;br /&gt;Orang asing: "Ada seorang perempuan ditabrak mobil. Kayaknya perempuan itu adalah temanmu"&lt;br /&gt;Peter segera berlari bersama dengan orang asing itu. Disana, di atas aspal yang panas terjemur terik matahari siang, tergeletak tubuh Tina bersimbah darah, masih memegang botol minumannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter segera melarikan mobilnya membawa Tina ke rumah sakit terdekat. Peter duduk diluar ruang gawat darurat selama 8 jam 10 menit. Seorang dokter keluar dengan wajah penuh penyesalan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jam 23:53 pm&lt;br /&gt;Dokter: "Maaf, tapi kami sudah mencoba melakukan yang terbaik. Dia masih bernafas sekarang tapi Yang Kuasa akan segera menjemput. Kami menemukan surat ini dalam kantung bajunya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dokter memberikan surat yang terkena percikan darah kepada Peter dan dia segera masuk ke dalam kamar rawat untuk melihat Tina. Wajahnya pucat tetapi terlihat damai. Peter duduk disamping pembaringan tina dan menggenggam tangan Tina dengan erat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk pertama kali dalam hidupnya Peter merasakan torehan luka yang sangat dalam di hatinya. Butiran air mata mengalir dari kedua belah matanya. Kemudian dia mulai membaca surat yang telah ditulis Tina untuknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Peter...&lt;br /&gt;Ke 100 hari kita sudah hampir berakhir. Aku menikmati hari-hari yang kulalui bersamamu. Walaupun kadang-kadang kamu jutek dan tidak bisa ditebak,tapi semua hal ini telah membawa kebahagiaan dalam hidupku. Aku sudah menyadari bahwa kau adalah pria yang berharga dalam hidupku. Aku menyesal tidak pernah berusaha untuk mengenalmu lebih dalam lagi sebelumnya. Sekarang aku tidak meminta apa-apa, hanya berharap kita bisa memperpanjang hari-hari kebersamaan kita. Sama seperti yang kuucapkan pada bintang jatuh malam itu di pantai, Aku ingin kau menjadi cinta sejati dalam hidupku. Aku ingin menjadi kekasihmu selamanya dan berharap kau juga bisa berada disisiku seumur hidupku. Peter, aku sangat sayang padamu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jam 23:58&lt;br /&gt;Peter: "Tina, apakah kau tahu harapan apa yang kuucapkan dalam hati saat meniup lilin ulang tahunku? Aku pun berdoa agar Tuhan mengijinkan kita bersama-sama selamanya. Tina, kau tidak bisa meninggalkanku! hari yang kita lalui baru berjumlah 99 hari! Kamu harus bangun dan kita akan melewati puluhan ribu hari bersama-sama! Aku juga sayang padamu, Tina. Jangan tinggalkan aku, jangan biarkan aku kesepian ! Tina, Aku sayang kamu...!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jam dinding berdentang 12 kali.... jantung Tina berhenti berdetak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hari itu adalah hari ke 100...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pesan :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katakan perasaanmu pada orang yang kau sayangi sebelum terlambat. Kau tidak akan pernah tahu apa yang akan terjadi besok.&lt;br /&gt;Kau tidak akan pernah tahu siapa yang akan meninggalkanmu dan tidak akan pernah kembali lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy Valentine's day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8316955560972472226-38765989929718113?l=nikoshervo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/feeds/38765989929718113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2010/02/peter-dan-tina-sedang-duduk-bersama-di.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/38765989929718113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/38765989929718113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2010/02/peter-dan-tina-sedang-duduk-bersama-di.html' title='Cinta 100 hari'/><author><name>Shervo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873598563795694113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/S3Lnhy7aoHI/AAAAAAAAABs/Qodyhz0tTd0/S220/dandelion.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316955560972472226.post-8209795246042636971</id><published>2010-02-13T02:34:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T11:17:48.630+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><title type='text'>Burung Gereja..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/S3WsMFHFweI/AAAAAAAAACc/M8QWYCmnvoA/s1600-h/burung-gereja.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/S3WsMFHFweI/AAAAAAAAACc/M8QWYCmnvoA/s200/burung-gereja.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Di halaman depan sebuah rumah, seorang pemuda sedang duduk membaca koran di sampingnya ayahnya yang sudah tua, rabun dan pikun duduk di kursi goyang. Sambil memegang tongkat, si ayah itu memperhatikan seekor burung gereja yang bertengger di pucuk pohon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seraya menunjuk ke arah burung, ayah itu bertanya, "Apa itu nak?"&lt;br /&gt;Pemuda tersebut meletakkan koran dan melihat yang ditunjuk ayahnya, lalu menjawab, "Oh, itu burung gereja, Yah". &lt;br /&gt;Lalu ia melanjutkan membaca koran. Ayah itu tersenyum sambil tetap memperhatikan burung gereja itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak lama datang seekor lagi burung dan hinggap disamping burung yang pertama. Sang ayah kembali bertanya kepada si pemuda, "Apa itu nak?", pemuda itu melirik sekilas, dengan ketus menjawab "Burung gereja!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada saat burung gereja itu terbang, ayahnya itu kembali bertanya, "Apa itu nak?"&lt;br /&gt;Dengan kesal, pemuda itu membanting koran sambil berkata, "Itu burung gereja, Ayah! BURUNG GEREJA! B-U-R-U-N-G G-E-R-E-J-A! Ayah kok tidak paham juga sih?!".&lt;br /&gt;Sekilas terpancar kesedihan di wajah ayahnya, namun dengan ia tetap berusaha tersenyum dan mengangguk. Ia mengambil nafas panjang, lalu bangkit dari kursi goyangnya. Pemuda itu melirik ayahnya dan bertanya, "Ayah mau kemana?"&lt;br /&gt;Dengan lambaian tangan, ayahnya itu mengisyaratkan agar anaknya tidak usah bangun. "Tak apa Nak. Di luar sudah mulai dingin ayah ke dalam untuk menghangatkan diri". Kemudian, ia menuju ke dalam rumah. Sementara itu, dikesendiriannya, pemuda itu termenung memandang koran yang tadi dibantingnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sang ibu rupanya tadi memperhatikan mereka berdua dari dalam rumah, dan menuntun si ayah yang terlihat lelah ke ruang duduk yang hangat. Tak selang berapa lama sang ibu itu kembali dengan membawa sebuah buku tua bersampul kulit yang sudah lusuh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sang ibu berkata "Ibu ambil ini dari lemari tempat ayahmu penyimpanan barang-barangnya yang berharga, ibu ingin kamu melihatnya". Setelah dibuka dan menemukan halaman yang dicari, ia menyerahkan kepada anaknya. "Bacalah", pinta kata ibunya dengan lembut. Diterimanya buku itu dari tangan ibunya dengan keheranan, namun pemuda itu tetap membacanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Buku itu ditulis oleh Ayah", kata ibunya sambil memejamkan matanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kertasnya sudah sangat tua, tintanya sudah mulai luntur, tetapi tulisan tangan ayahnya masih dapat terbaca. Perlahan-lahan, pemuda itu membaca, &lt;i&gt;"Hari ini anakku berusia tiga tahun, ia kuajak duduk di bangku halaman. Anakku bertanya kepadaku sambil menunjuk burung gereja yang hinggap di atas dahan. Aku memeluknya sambil menjelaskan padanya bahwa itu adalah burung gereja. Anakku terus bertanya sampai 5 kali, sampai 14 kali, sampai 21 kali, dan 21 kali pula aku memeluknya dan menjelaskannya. Semoga engkau kelak menjadi anak yang pintar, Nak".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pemuda itu berhenti membaca, tak terasa air mata sudah mengalir di pipi, menetes ke lembaran halaman buku yang dibacanya, kemudian ia berlari ke dalam memeluk ayahnya dan tak henti-hentinya mengucapkan, "Maafkan aku, Ayah...... Maafkan aku, Ayah..............."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8316955560972472226-8209795246042636971?l=nikoshervo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/feeds/8209795246042636971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2010/02/burung-gereja.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/8209795246042636971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/8209795246042636971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2010/02/burung-gereja.html' title='Burung Gereja..'/><author><name>Shervo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873598563795694113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/S3Lnhy7aoHI/AAAAAAAAABs/Qodyhz0tTd0/S220/dandelion.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/S3WsMFHFweI/AAAAAAAAACc/M8QWYCmnvoA/s72-c/burung-gereja.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316955560972472226.post-7761243565636708522</id><published>2010-02-12T01:58:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T11:17:22.895+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensieve'/><title type='text'>Letter to myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear me...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How is the sky in there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The sky in here is just gentle as always..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When night come you can hear the peaceful crickets even in the bedroom..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm little disappointed with how far our house is to the sea..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As much as possible i'd want to put our home under the sky and the sea&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and talk with you about everything there while looking at stars..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm still looking at it today..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/S3ReMRVeoSI/AAAAAAAAACU/6nbsE4CHQYY/s1600-h/message.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437074215047962914" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/S3ReMRVeoSI/AAAAAAAAACU/6nbsE4CHQYY/s200/message.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 134px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where i've been..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who i've met..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where you have been..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who you have meet..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In this world life is everything..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But, we only have one chance at life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So we should traveling and meet people as much as we can..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But life has its bad times too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We'll meet people who bother us..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But even then, you need to keep living..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're 23..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The time you've spend the time you've lived up to now is just one part..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The place you've lived at is just one part of the places you'll go to..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Any bad things may have happened in your life, believe me it was not the worst..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Convince yourself that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You still haven't met people that will turn you off everyone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You still haven't been to a place that will make you hate the world..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You still haven't done anything in your life to make you stop living..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Know this....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you want to leave this tiny world there is still hope..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you just believe there is hope..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want you to believe this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This world is more beautiful, is more radiant, than you think..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;More than that sky and sea, which greets you every day..&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;So, are you living right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8316955560972472226-7761243565636708522?l=nikoshervo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/feeds/7761243565636708522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2010/02/letter-to-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/7761243565636708522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/7761243565636708522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2010/02/letter-to-myself.html' title='Letter to myself'/><author><name>Shervo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873598563795694113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/S3Lnhy7aoHI/AAAAAAAAABs/Qodyhz0tTd0/S220/dandelion.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/S3ReMRVeoSI/AAAAAAAAACU/6nbsE4CHQYY/s72-c/message.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316955560972472226.post-3529961855174483095</id><published>2010-02-11T00:08:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T11:16:59.056+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensieve'/><title type='text'>The power to forgive</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #00cccc;"&gt;Hari itu aku kembali membuka email.. Ada beberapa inbox yang sudah lama masuk namun tak pernah kubuka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #00cccc; font-size: 130%;"&gt;.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #00cccc;"&gt;Mungkin karena dia pengirimnya, tapi entah kenapa mail tersebut juga rasanya enggan untuk dihapus.. Jadi hari ini aku membaca salah satu diantaranya, karena judulnya menarik perhatianku..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #00cccc; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Kekuatan memaafkan orang lain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Pada tahun 1971 surat kabar New York Post menulis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1265821399_0" style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); color: #ff6666; cursor: pointer; font-size: 85%;"&gt;kisah nyata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-size: 85%;"&gt; tentang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-size: 85%;"&gt;seorang pria yang hidup di sebuah kota kecil di White Oak, Georgia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Amerika. Pria ini menikahi seorang wanita yang cantik dan baik,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-size: 85%;"&gt;sayangnya dia tidak pernah menghargai istrinya. Dia tidak menjadi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-size: 85%;"&gt;seorang suami dan ayah yang baik. Dia sering pulang malam- malam dalam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-size: 85%;"&gt;keadaan mabuk, lalu memukuli anak dan isterinya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Satu malam dia memutuskan untuk mengadu nasib ke kota besar, New York.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Dia mencuri uang tabungan isterinya, lalu dia naik bis menuju ke utara,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-size: 85%;"&gt;ke kota besar, ke kehidupan yang baru. Bersama-sama beberapa temannya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-size: 85%;"&gt;dia memulai bisnis baru. Untuk beberapa saat dia menikmati hidupnya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Sex, gambling, drug. Dia menikmati semuanya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Bulan berlalu. Tahun berlalu. Bisnisnya gagal, dan ia mulai kekurangan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-size: 85%;"&gt;uang. Lalu dia mulai terlibat dalam perbuatan kriminal. Ia menulis cek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-size: 85%;"&gt;palsu dan menggunakannya untuk menipu uang orang. Akhirnya pada suatu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-size: 85%;"&gt;saat naas, dia tertangkap. Polisi menjebloskannya ke dalam penjara, dan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-size: 85%;"&gt;pengadilan menghukum dia tiga tahun penjara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Menjelang akhir masa penjaranya, dia mulai merindukan rumahnya. Dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-size: 85%;"&gt;merindukan istrinya. Dia rindu keluarganya. Akhirnya dia memutuskan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-size: 85%;"&gt;untuk menulis surat kepada istrinya, untuk menceritakan betapa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-size: 85%;"&gt;menyesalnya dia. Bahwa dia masih mencintai isteri dan anak-anaknya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Dia berharap dia masih boleh kembali. Namun dia juga mengerti bahwa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-size: 85%;"&gt;mungkin sekarang sudah terlambat, oleh karena itu ia mengakhiri suratnya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-size: 85%;"&gt;dengan menulis, “Sayang, engkau tidak perlu menunggu aku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Namun jika engkau masih ada perasaan padaku, maukah kau nyatakan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Jika kau masih mau aku kembali padamu, ikatkanlah sehelai pita kuning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-size: 85%;"&gt;bagiku, pada satu-satunya pohon beringin yang berada di pusat kota.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Apabila aku lewat dan tidak menemukan sehelai pita kuning, tidak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-size: 85%;"&gt;apa-apa. Aku akan tahu dan mengerti. Aku tidak akan turun dari bis, dan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-size: 85%;"&gt;akan terus menuju Miami. Dan aku berjanji aku &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1265821399_1" style="-moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; color: #ff6666; cursor: pointer; font-size: 85%;"&gt;tidak akan pernah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-size: 85%;"&gt; lagi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-size: 85%;"&gt;menganggu engkau dan anak-anak seumur hidupku.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Akhirnya hari pelepasannya tiba. Dia sangat gelisah. Dia tidak menerima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-size: 85%;"&gt;surat balasan dari isterinya. Dia tidak tahu apakah isterinya menerima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-size: 85%;"&gt;suratnya atau sekalipun dia membaca suratnya, apakah dia mau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-size: 85%;"&gt;mengampuninya? Dia naik bis menuju Miami, Florida, yang melewati kampung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-size: 85%;"&gt;halamannya, White Oak. Dia sangat sangat gugup. Seisi bis mendengar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-size: 85%;"&gt;ceritanya, dan mereka meminta kepada sopir bus itu, “Tolong, pas lewat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-size: 85%;"&gt;White Oak, jalan pelan-pelan…kita mesti lihat apa yang akan terjadi…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Hatinya berdebar-debar saat bis mendekati pusat kota White Oak. Dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-size: 85%;"&gt;tidak berani mengangkat kepalanya. Keringat dingin mengucur deras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Akhirnya dia melihat pohon itu. Air mata menetas di matanya…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Dia tidak melihat sehelai pita kuning…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Tidak ada sehelai pita kuning….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Tidak ada sehelai……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Melainkan ada seratus helai pita-pita kuning….bergantungan di pohon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-size: 85%;"&gt;beringin itu…Ooh…seluruh pohon itu dipenuhi pita kuning…!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #00cccc; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #00cccc; font-size: 100%;"&gt;Akupun terdiam setelah membacanya, memang cerita serupa sudah pernah kudengar, tapi entah kenapa ada perasaan aneh yang mengatakan seakan cerita tersebut sengaja ditujukan padaku..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #00cccc;"&gt;Sorenya aku menonton dorama serial jepang yang sebenarnya kucopy dari seorang kawan.. Lagi-lagi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #00cccc;"&gt;Dalam film tersebut ada sebuah nasihat yang rasanya ditujukan padaku:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6666; font-size: 100%;"&gt;It's difficult to accept someone who's betrayed you&lt;br /&gt;It's even more difficult to believe in that person one more time&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the present, it's also thing of the past&lt;br /&gt;Experiencing pain and loneliness in the past, it makes a person stronger&lt;br /&gt;Gospel is "Good Spell"&lt;br /&gt;In other words, it means good news&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #00cccc;"&gt;Tak ada penjelasan..&lt;br /&gt;Saat ini aku sangat bingung, dalam hati memang ada bara kemarahan dalam hatiku, kekecewaaan, putus asa dan rasa sakit yang timbul bila berhadapan dengan orang tertentu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffffcc; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"someone who's betrayed you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak tau, aku tak tau apakah orang tersebut memang menghianati aku, atau orang tersebut hanya melakukan apa yang hendak dia lakukan, tanpa maksud lain, tanpa tujuan tertentu, atau bahkan sebenarnya tak ada hubungannya dengan diriku..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffffcc; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;what's wrong with me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terkadang aku merasa tak mengenal diriku sendiri, apa yang kumau, atau apa yang kuingin orang lakukan terhadapku, aku tak tau apakah aku marah, apakah aku berhak marah, dan sebenarnya apa yang mungkin telah membuatku marah..&lt;br /&gt;Aku tau kemarahan membawa kehancuran, aku sadar dengan hal tersebut..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi biarlah, untuk saat ini aku hanya ingin menjauh sejenak.. Butuh waktu untuk memadamkan bara-bara dalam hatiku, sekecil apapun tersisa kelak akan membahayakan.. Aku pernah mengalami hal ini, sebenarnya aku berharap tak akan mengalami hal yang sama lagi, tapi kalaupun harus terjadi, aku harus mampu menghadapinya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffffcc; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Experiencing pain and loneliness in the past, it makes a person stronger"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mail dan dialog yang sangat bagus..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percayalah..&lt;br /&gt;Aku akan pulih..&lt;br /&gt;Aku akan tersenyum lagi..&lt;br /&gt;Aku akan kembali..&lt;br /&gt;Sampai saat itu, bersabarlah teman..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #00cccc;"&gt;Jangan menyerah akan aku..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8316955560972472226-3529961855174483095?l=nikoshervo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/feeds/3529961855174483095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2010/02/power-to-forgive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/3529961855174483095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/3529961855174483095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2010/02/power-to-forgive.html' title='The power to forgive'/><author><name>Shervo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873598563795694113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/S3Lnhy7aoHI/AAAAAAAAABs/Qodyhz0tTd0/S220/dandelion.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316955560972472226.post-8347784121706011525</id><published>2009-12-11T17:14:00.010+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T17:34:56.685+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensieve'/><title type='text'>Zinnia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/SyIef5CBgBI/AAAAAAAAABg/nqM0Pd5TbmE/s1600-h/zin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413923235286843410" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/SyIef5CBgBI/AAAAAAAAABg/nqM0Pd5TbmE/s200/zin.jpg" style="float: left; height: 89px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 118px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black;"&gt;Saat itu akhirnya mereka bicara lagi setelah sekian lama. Gadis itu tampaknya sangat sedih, tak heran. Karena sampai saat itu dia belum mendapatkan pekerjaan. Sedangkan kebanyakan teman-teman mereka yang lain sudah bekerja. Malam itu mereka bicara banyak. Si gadis mengeluarkan semua keluh-kesahnya, betapa sulitnya mencari pekerjaan dan banyak hal lain. Timbul rasa senang dalam diri lelaki tersebut, karena bisa menjadi orang yang dipercaya sebagai tempat dia berbagi keluh-kesah. Ya, sangat senang rasanya, sudah lama mereka tak mengobrol seperti itu.&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="background-color: black;"&gt;Gadis bercerita tentang pendapatnya dimana setiap orang pada akhirnya akan bahagia. Suatu hal yang sangat sulit dijelaskan, keinginan yang bertujuan untuk membuat semua orang di sekitarnya saling menolong, hidup dalam kebahagiaan, tanpa terikat pada suatu hubungan tertentu. Dalam hati ada kerauan dalam hati sang lelaki. "Mungkinkah keadaan demikian akan pernah terwujud?". Menurutnya keadaan demikian pastilah sangat sulit dicapai, tiap orang berbeda pendapat dan pemikiran. Suatu kebahagiaan bagi orang lain belum tentu mendatangkan kebahagiaan bagi orang yang lainnya.&lt;br /&gt;Timbul gurauan dalam pembicaraan tersebut dengan bodohnya lelaki mengatakan bagaimana bila mereka saling terbuka, saling bercerita tentang masalah yang mereka hadapi, orang yang diam-diam mereka suka, bahkan hal bodoh lainnya seperti maid of honor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No more secret..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000066;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai saat timbul hari tersebut, hari pertama kerja bagi si gadis. Sorenya si lelaki berkunjung ke tempat sang gadis untuk mengambil barang yang dipinjam. Pulang kerja si gadis tampak sedikit lelah, tak heran karena pada saat jam pulang kantor pasti jalanan akan menjadi lebih macet dari biasanya. Hari berikutnya mereka masih bertukar cerita memalui pesan pendek, dan juga hari berikutnya, dan berikutnya. Sampai saat dimana kembali terjadi kehilangan kontak. "Hmm, biarlah mungkin dia sedang sibuk bekerja, senang memgetahui akhirnya dia punya kesibukan dan pekerjaan yang baik.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Im trying to not make your life harder..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000066;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #444444;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jarak kembali membentang. Komunikasi seakan terputus begitu saja. Lelaki tersebut bingung dengan keadaannya, pulsa tak ada, internet terputus, uang pegangan pun hanya terbatas untuk bensin motor dan keperluan mencari kerja. Bukan pertama kalinya hal seperti ini terjadi. Dimana saat sapaan di terbangkan tak terbalas, dan saat balasan dikirimkan tak ada daya untuk meneruskan. Bukan tak ingin membalasnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Missunderstanding..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000066;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagi menjelang umur sang lelaki bertambah satu tahun. Entah kenapa dia tak merasa bahagia. Masalah job expo terus saja mengganggunya. Perbuatan iseng seseorang yang dia rasa telah merenggut kesempatannya mendapat pekerjaan. Rasa putus asa memnyelimutinya Menyedihkan, bila di saat kau terjatuh tak ada seseorang yang dapat dijadikan tempat berpegang. Shorm mengiriminya sebuah pesan, kado terindah tahun itu. Nanti pemuda tersebut akan bertemu dengannya, dia berharap dapat bercerita banyak tentang masalahnya, dan kembali tertawa bersama seperti dulu lagi. Ya, friend forever..&lt;br /&gt;Hari itu mereka berkumpul dengan teman lainnya, BBQ merayakan kepergian seorang teman dan ulang tahun sang lelaki. Huff, setalah sekian lama akhirnya bisa melihat gadis itu lagi, namun entah kenapa ada suatu perasaan yang mengganjal dihati, rasa cemas yang bergemuruh di dalam dada. Aneh, sangat aneh.. Si lelaki tak berani menatap wajah gadis itu, mendekatpun dia segan. Apa yang terjadi? Kanapa keadaannya jadi seperti ini? Satu ruangan dengannya saja sudah terasa menyakitkan. Candaan-candaan teman-temannya lang lain terasa bagai pedang yang menghujam menusuk-nusuk dirinya. Tak bisakah mereka berhenti melakukan itu? Inikah tujuan mereka mengundangku? Duduk dipojok sedikit meredakan sakitnya, dia berharap bintang-bintang dan langit malam dapat mengambil perasaan aneh di dalam hatinya dan mengubahnya menjadi cahaya yang cemerlang di malam hari. Hal tersebut tak berlangsung lama segera pojok itu dipenuhi dengan orang-orang. Ingin rasanya lelaki itu teriak dan berlari pulang.&lt;br /&gt;Bara!! Ya, menyalakan bara, setidaknya sekarang dia punya kesibukan. Dia terus mengipasi kayu merah dihadapannya, membalik, mengaduk, mengipas, dilakukan berulang-ulang. Sampai akhirnya api bekobar dihadapannya, entah hasih kerja kerasnya atau yang dia bayangkan memang benar bahwa api keluar dari nafasnya. Segera dia tinggalkan tempat itu, sebelum ada yang melihat titik air di sudut matanya. Karena asap, tentu saja karena asap, karena apa lagi...&lt;br /&gt;Pagi tiba, rasanya ingin cepat-cepat meninggalkan tempat itu. Rasa kantuk hebat melanda lelaki tersebut, badanya terasa sangat lelah, sendi-sendinya bagaikan membara. Semalaman dia sama sekali tidak dapat tidur, matanya terpejam namun pikirannya terus meputar bagai angin ribut. Si gadis dan temannya memasuki kamar tersebut, dia mendegar mereka, mamun tetap berpura-pura tidur. Saat itu hatinya kembali terasa pedih.&lt;br /&gt;Menjelang siang mereka semua akan pulang. Si lelaki meminta temannya untuk membantu melakukan sedikit perenggangan. Rupanya sang teman ini terlalu bersemangat, terasa ada sesuatu di tulang punggungnya yang mengganjal dan nyeri, tapi lelaki tak begitu menghiraukannya, dia merasa seluruh tubuhnya sudah mati rasa, tambah beberapa nyeri tak ada bedanya baginya.&lt;br /&gt;Mereka berpisah di kos salah satu teman, lelaki tersebut memacu motornya, ingin segera bisa pulang ke rumah. Selama di jalan pikirannya lagi-lagi berputar bertabrakan, rasa kantuk hebat melanda, gerimis dan angin semilir membelai wajahnya, lelah tak tertahankan menusuk-nusuk badannya. Tiba-tiba bus di depannya berhenti dan menurunkan penumpang, dengan panik dan terkejut lelaki tersebut menginjak rem. Motor menggelesir di jalan yang basah, saat akan menurunkan kaki lipatan jinsnya tersangkut di gigi motor. Pendaratan kaki tak sempurna, pinggir telapak kaki tak kuat menahan berat badan dan motor yang menggelincir itu, ada bunyi berderak dari dalam kantong. "Bila Amidamaru jatuh lagi, maka habislah dia.. sudah terlalu banyak kerusakan yang dia dapat karena kecorobohanku..". Entah darimana datangnya tenaga itu, namun dengan satu hentakan kemiringan motor kembali stabil, seolah tak ada yang terjadi dia melewati saja bus yang berhenti mendadak itu, sudah tak ada tenaga untuk memaki atau marah. Sesampainya dirumah dimandikannya Amiramaru. Terkadang ada rasa ngilu saat dia menapakkan kaki atau membungkukkan punggung. Saat akan mandi dikeluarkan isi jaket dan kantongnya. Layar hpnya ternyata retak dan liquid lapisan layarnya pecah membentuk matahari kecil megikuti retakan yang ada. Tak ada yang dapat dilihat, semua tertutup matahari kecil yang memenuhi layarnya. "Andai hariku berwarna seperti matahari ini..", kata lelaki itu sambil mematikan hpnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;SSDD...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000066;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari-hari terus berlalu. Lelaki ini disibukkan dengan kegiatannya mencari pekerjaan. Di sela-selanya dia menyempatkan diri pergi ke warnet membuka email dan facebook. Tiap hari ada saja notification yang didapat yang isinya komentar dari foto BBQ yang lalu. Komentar-komentar yang ada tak lain tak bukan sebagian besar adalah tentang gosip yang beredar tentang gadis tersebut. Tiap kali membaca pedih dihatinya terasa semakin sakit. Dia bertanya-tanya, kenapa dia harus diikutsertakan dalam foto tersebut. Teman-temannya yang lain selalu menggoda gadis tersebut, walau gadis itu tampaknya berusaha menyangkal teman-temannya tersebut. Walaupun dalam hati sang lelaki tersebut mempertanyakan kebenaran dari kementar-komentar tersebut. "Hmmm, bukankah terliaht jelas bahwa ia berusaha menyangkalnya.. Apa lagi yang perlu dipertanyakan.. I prefer to believe in my friend" Lelaki tersebut berusaha meyakinkan dirinya sendiri, walaupun ada keraguan besar dalam hatinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000066;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari wisuda bagi lelaki tersebut pun tiba. Diantara kebahagiaanya terasa ada yang kurang, ucapan selamat dari sahabatnya tak kunjung datang. Tadinya dia berpikir bahwa saat itu dia akan sekali lagi mencoba berkomunikasi kembali dengan sahabatnya itu. Mereka pernah berjanji akan datang pada saat hari perayaan wisuda dan berfoto bersama dengan toga masing-masing, merayakan kelulusan bersama teman-teman sekelas. Hahahaha, mungkin lelaki tersebut berharap terlalu banyak. Hari itu tak lain tak bukan adalah permulaan dimana ia resmi menjadi seorang pengangguran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now I lost someone to hold, when hope begin to fade..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000066;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari terakhir perjumpaan mereka. Saat itu salah seorang dari teman mereka akan mebuka sebuah toko, maka mereka berkumpul besama dengan teman-reman lainnya untuk merayakan pembukaan toko tersebut dengan makan bersama. Hari itu tak ada komunikasi di antara mereka berdua. Hanya sebuah perkataan yang dilontarkan sang gadis bahwa lelaki tersebut sesat. Entah kata-kata tersebut diucapkan hanya sebuah gurauan atau sesuatu yang serius. Memang benar pepatah yang ada, kadangkala lidah dapat lebih tajam daripada pedang.&lt;br /&gt;Lelaki itu selalu berusaha tersenyum, mencoba agar tidak merusak suasana. Ia ingat pada saat ulang tahun sang gadis, gadis tersebut pernah mengatakan bahwa ia mempunyai bulu mata yang panjang. "Orang yang bulu matanya panjang adalah orang yang sabar". Sekarang ia lebih memperhatikan dan selalu berusaha mengendalikan emosinya.&lt;br /&gt;Menjelang sore langit mulai mendung. Sebagai penutup perayaan tersebut, mereka berencana untuk menuliskan inisial masing-masing pada tembok untuk kenang-kenangan pada pemilik toko yang merupakan teman mereka itu. Entah kenapa lelaki tersebut merasa keadaan menjadi tidak enak. Udara terasa menjadi dingin.&lt;br /&gt;Tiba saat sang gadis untuk menulis. Teman-teman yang lain mendesaknya untuk menulis 2 nama. Medadak seluruh jagat raya terasa berhenti, dalam penglihatan lelaki tersebut semua seperti diam, dihadapannya sang gadis menuliskan nama dengan cat semprot terasa bergerak dengan sangat lambatnya. Tiap tarikan napas yang ia hirup terasa bagaikan serpihan es dingin yang sangat menyengat. Tiap partikel debu cat yang tersemprot ke tembok bagaikan bola-bola besi panas yang dilotarkan ke jantungnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Find himself unable to move, trapped in a amnesthesia phenomenon.&lt;br /&gt;He is aware. But completely paralyzed, numb, cannot scream for help..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000066;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sedih, marah, kecewa, tak berdaya, dan perasaan-perasaan lain tercampur dalam dirinya.&lt;br /&gt;"Tuhan!! Tolong turunkan hujan..&lt;br /&gt;Tolonglah Tuhan, turunkan hujan sekarang juga..&lt;br /&gt;Cuma ini permohonanku, kalau Kau benar-benar ada tolonglah hamba-Mu ini..&lt;br /&gt;Kumohon..&lt;br /&gt;Ayolah tolong aku..&lt;br /&gt;Brengsek!!&lt;br /&gt;Turunkan hujan skarang juga!!&lt;br /&gt;Hei, apa Kau dengar aku?!&lt;br /&gt;HEYYY, APA KAU TAK MENDEGARKU?!&lt;br /&gt;Tolonglah..&lt;br /&gt;Tolong aku..&lt;br /&gt;Kumohooon....."&lt;br /&gt;Namun saat itu hujan tak turun. Lelaki itu menyingkirkan jauh-jauh air matanya, wajahnya tetap tersenyum, menjadi manusia yang tanpa emosi. Mahluk yang mengenakan topeng. "Ini pasti mimpi.. Ya.. Tentu saja ini mimpi kan?" Ia mengepalkan tangannya. Menanamkan kuku-kukunya pada telapak tangan sekeras mungkin. "Haha, tak sakit.. Tentu saja, ini kan hanya mimpi.." Namun tepakan dibahunya menggugurkan argumennya tersebut, seorang temannya mengatakan sesuatu, namun ia tak dapat mendenganya, hanya menoleh dan tersenyum. Ia melihat teman-temannya, mendengar merka tertawa dan bersenda-gurau, namun otaknya tak mampu mencerna. Ia nahkan tak mengerti apa yang mereka katakana.&lt;br /&gt;Dia berpikir bahwa dirinya dapat merelakan gadis itu, namun ternyata masih terasa pedih di hatinya. Namun ada hal lain yang membuat hatinya lebih hancur. Lelaki itu kembali mendapat luka ditempat yang sama. Luka lamanya terasa terbuka kembali saat dimana gadis yang dicintainya menjalin hubungan dengan orang lain. Bukan hubungan itu yang membuatnya terluka, namun kenyataan dimana ternyata gadis tersebut selama ini telah menyembunyikan kenyataan tersebut. Ia merasa dibohongi, dihianati, tembok kepercayaan yang selama ini dibangun runtuh dengan begitu saja. Kekecewaan yang amat sangat. Dia sudah pernah mengungkapkan perasaan bagaimana pedihnya perasaan tersebut pada gadis tersebut, ia berpikir bahwa gadis akan lebih mengerti dirinya. Tak disangka gadis tersebut justru melakukan hal yang sama. Huff, begitu banyak cara yang ada, tetapi ternyata dia memilih cara yang paling menyakitkan bagi sang lelaki untuk mengetahuinya. Ia rela memberikan apa saja agar dapat pergi dari tempat itu, melakukan apa saja agar dapat menghilang dari sana. Ia berharap petir menyambarnya, tanah terbelah dan menelannya, atau meteor jatuh dan membakar habis dirinya. Apa saja. Apa saja. Namun, hal tersebut tak pernah terjadi.&lt;br /&gt;Tiba saat lelaki tersebut untuk menulis. Ia tak tau harus menulis apa. Digoncang-goncangkannya kaleng cat semprot itu, mencoba mendapatkan kembali kesadarannya. Dan dia mulai menulis.. &lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000066;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;koz&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A.I&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Asunder Inevitable&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;29.11.09&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Dengan itu habis pula cat semprot tersebut. Mereka semua merapat di depan tembok tersebut. Berkumpul untuk mengambil foto terakhir. Sang gadis meletakkan kamera dan memasang timer.&lt;br /&gt;Lelaki itu menghitung dalam hatinya.&lt;br /&gt;10....&lt;br /&gt;"Ayo, ini saat terakhir, berusahalah untuk tetap tersenyum.."&lt;br /&gt;9....&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang semuanya terasa saling berhubungan.&lt;br /&gt;8....&lt;br /&gt;Papan batu dengan nama Tinta merah.&lt;br /&gt;7....&lt;br /&gt;Tanggal.&lt;br /&gt;6...&lt;br /&gt;Lelaki tersebut menatap gadis itu berlari untuk mengambil tempat disebelahnya.&lt;br /&gt;"Ya, memang ini sudah saatnya.."&lt;br /&gt;1.......&lt;br /&gt;Kamera itu tak mengeluarkan blitz. Bersamaan dengan detik itu, duri ekor terayun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Even though they have always been so close to each other and so many time they spend together.&lt;br /&gt;Now he realized, she really doesn’t understand a thing.&lt;br /&gt;She don’t understand at all...&lt;/i&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/8316955560972472226-8347784121706011525?l=nikoshervo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/feeds/8347784121706011525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2009/12/zinnia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/8347784121706011525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/8347784121706011525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2009/12/zinnia.html' title='Zinnia'/><author><name>Shervo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873598563795694113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/S3Lnhy7aoHI/AAAAAAAAABs/Qodyhz0tTd0/S220/dandelion.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/SyIef5CBgBI/AAAAAAAAABg/nqM0Pd5TbmE/s72-c/zin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316955560972472226.post-510329007111354237</id><published>2009-12-02T20:49:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T11:16:11.118+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensieve'/><title type='text'>If only</title><content type='html'>She was always by my side.&lt;br /&gt;Or i was so close by her side.&lt;br /&gt;Yet i couldn't give her anyting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow i don't want she to be like me,&lt;br /&gt;and have same feeling of regret.&lt;br /&gt;That kind of pain.&lt;br /&gt;It's enough for me alone to shoulder it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about the heavy past,&lt;br /&gt;the tears fell freely.This desire won't disappear.&lt;br /&gt;I like her...&lt;br /&gt;to the point where i can't bear it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;To me, who wanted to redo what i did in the past,&lt;br /&gt;her's innocence is too bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were always fighting,&lt;br /&gt;No wonder we were unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;I caused much trouble.&lt;br /&gt;I understand if she can't talk to me again.&lt;br /&gt;If only..&lt;br /&gt;I had cared more for her.&lt;br /&gt;If only i'd been able,&lt;br /&gt;to make her laugh more often when she was with me.&lt;br /&gt;If only all her unhappy faces to date,&lt;br /&gt;could be turned into smiles.&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that something,&lt;br /&gt;so easily accomplished when i was a child,&lt;br /&gt;becomes more and more difficult,as i grow up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only now do i realize,&lt;br /&gt;that the past me wasn't honest,&lt;br /&gt;towards that clumsy genteness of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person who wasn't able to face her own feelings,&lt;br /&gt;was me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8316955560972472226-510329007111354237?l=nikoshervo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/feeds/510329007111354237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-only.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/510329007111354237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/510329007111354237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-only.html' title='If only'/><author><name>Shervo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873598563795694113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/S3Lnhy7aoHI/AAAAAAAAABs/Qodyhz0tTd0/S220/dandelion.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316955560972472226.post-1360278633726612210</id><published>2009-06-05T00:09:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T11:15:37.979+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensieve'/><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/SigAwpBdtzI/AAAAAAAAABY/dKOWzhUkENw/s1600-h/rain.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343521793520809778" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/SigAwpBdtzI/AAAAAAAAABY/dKOWzhUkENw/s200/rain.gif" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 98px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 98px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maybe I’m this way because I’m scared..&lt;br /&gt;Nothing lasts in this world..&lt;br /&gt;It feels great to have friends who believe in you, and adults you can rely on..&lt;br /&gt;That’s why it’s so dangerous, especially if you become used to it..&lt;br /&gt;Someday you’re bound to lose everything..&lt;br /&gt;Everybody around you will be gone..&lt;br /&gt;Then what are you left with? Nothing..&lt;br /&gt;Nobody…&lt;br /&gt;It’s so miserable..&lt;br /&gt;And it’s inevitable..&lt;br /&gt;It’s so hard to recover from something like that..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8316955560972472226-1360278633726612210?l=nikoshervo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/feeds/1360278633726612210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2009/06/alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/1360278633726612210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/1360278633726612210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2009/06/alone.html' title='Alone'/><author><name>Shervo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873598563795694113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/S3Lnhy7aoHI/AAAAAAAAABs/Qodyhz0tTd0/S220/dandelion.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/SigAwpBdtzI/AAAAAAAAABY/dKOWzhUkENw/s72-c/rain.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316955560972472226.post-6972309932825819945</id><published>2009-05-27T02:41:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T11:15:03.814+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><title type='text'>Pohon, Daun, dan Angin..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;DAUN terbang karena ANGIN bertiup, atau karena POHON tidak memintanya untuk tinggal??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;POHON&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Orang2 memanggilku “POHON” karena aku sangat baik dalam menggambar pohon. AKU selalu menggunakan gambar pohon pada sisi kanan sebagai trademark pada semua lukisanku. AKU telah b&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/ShxK6qntWdI/AAAAAAAAABA/_p9pNAMiL4M/s1600-h/tree.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340225629888272850" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/ShxK6qntWdI/AAAAAAAAABA/_p9pNAMiL4M/s200/tree.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 116px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 133px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;erpacaran sebanyak 5 kali…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffcc99;"&gt;Ada satu wanita yang sangat AKU cintai..tapi AKU tidak punya keberanian untuk mengatakannya… Dia tidak cantik..tidak memiliki tubuh yang sexy.. Dia sangat peduli dengan orang lain..religius tapi..dia hanya wanita biasa saja. AKU menyukainya..sangat menyukainya.. Gayanya yang innocent dan apa adanya.. kemandiriannya..kepandaiannya dan kekuatannya… Alasan AKU tidak mengajaknya kencan karena… AKU merasa dia sangat biasa dan tidak serasi untukku… AKU takut…jika kami bersama semua perasaan yang indah ini akan hilang… AKU takut kalau gosip2 yang ada akan menyakitinya… AKU merasa dia adalah “sahabatku”… AKU akan memilikinya tiada batasnya…tidak harus memberikan semuanya hanya untuk dia…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffcc99;"&gt;Alasan yang terakhir..membuat dia menemaniku dalam berbagai pergumulan selama 3 tahun ini… Dia tau AKU mengejar gadis2 lain dan AKU telah membuatnya menangis selama 3 tahun…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffcc99;"&gt;Ketika AKU mencium pacarku yang ke-2 terlihat olehnya…&lt;br /&gt;Dia hanya tersenyum dengan berwajah merah…”lanjutkan saja” katanya, setelah itu pergi meninggalkan kami. Esoknya, matanya bengkak..dan merah… AKU sengaja tidak mau memikirkan apa yang menyebabkannya menangis… but AKU tertawa…bercanda dengannya seharian di ruang itu… Di sudut ruang itu dia menangis…dia tidak tau bahwa AKU kembali untuk mengambil sesuatu yang tertinggal… Hampir 1 jam kulihat dia menangis disana….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffcc99;"&gt;Pacarku yang ke-4 tidak menyukainya…&lt;br /&gt;Pernah sekali mereka berdua perang dingin, AKU tau bukan sifatnya untuk memulai perang dingin… Tapi AKU masih tetap bersama pacarku… AKU berteriak padanya dan matanya penuh dengan air mata sedih dan kaget… AKU tidak memikirkan perasaannya dan pergi meninggalkannya bersama pacarku… Esoknya masih tertawa dan bercanda denganku seperti tidak ada yang terjadi sebelumnya… AKU tau dia sangat sedih dan kecewa tapi dia tidak tau bahwa sakit hatiku sama buruknya dengan dia… AKU juga sedih…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffcc99;"&gt;Ketika AKU putus dengan pacarku yang ke 5, AKU mengajaknya pergi… Setelah kencan satu hari itu, AKU mengatakan bahwa ada sesuatu yang ingin kukatakan padanya… Dia mengatakan bahwa kebetulan sekali bahwa dia juga ingin mengatakan sesuatu padaku… AKU cerita tentang putusnya AKU dengan pacarku… Dia berkata bahwa dia sedang memulai suatu hubungan dengan seseorang… AKU tau pria itu…dia sering mengejarnya selama ini…Pria yang baik, penuh energi dan menarik…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffcc99;"&gt;AKU tak bisa memperlihatkan betapa sakit hatiku, AKU hanya tersenyum dan mengucapkan selamat padanya… Ketika sampai di rumah, sakit hatiku bertambah kuat dan AKU tidak dapat menahannya… Seperti ada batu yang sangat berat didadaku…AKU tak bisa bernapas dan ingin berteriak namun apa daya…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffcc99;"&gt;Air mataku mengalir tak terasa aku menangis karenanya…&lt;br /&gt;Sudah sering AKU melihatnya menangis untuk pria yang mengacuhkan kehadirannya… Handphoneku bergetar…ternyata ada SMS masuk…SMS itu dikirim 10 hari yang lalu ketika aku sedih dan menangis…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffcc99;"&gt;SMS itu berbunyi,”DAUN terbang karena ANGIN bertiup atau karena POHON tidak memintanya untuk tinggal?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #99ff99;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DAUN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #99ff99;"&gt;AKU suka mengoleksi daun-daun, kenapa?&lt;br /&gt;Karena AKU merasa bahwa bagi DAUN untuk meninggalkan pohon yang selama ini ditinggali membutuhkan banyak kekuatan. Selama 3 thn AKU de&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/ShxLEUQhuOI/AAAAAAAAABI/A2sfzCQDCqQ/s1600-h/flying-leaf-thumb6721787.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340225795684153570" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/ShxLEUQhuOI/AAAAAAAAABI/A2sfzCQDCqQ/s200/flying-leaf-thumb6721787.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 124px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 114px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;kat dengan seorang pria, bukan sebagai pacar tapi “Sahabat” . Tapi ketika dia mempunyai pacar untuk yang pertama kalinya… AKU mempelajari sebuah perasaan yang belum pernah aku pelajari sebelumnya – CEMBURU… Perasaan di hati ini tidak bisa digambarkan dengan menggunakan Lemon. Hal itu seperti 100 butir lemon busuk. Mereka hanya bersama selama 2 bulan… Ketika mereka putus, AKU menyembunyikan perasaan yang luar biasa gembiranya. Tapi sebulan kemudian dia bersama seorang gadis lagi…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #99ff99;"&gt;AKU menyukainya dan AKU tau bahwa dia juga menyukaiku, tapi mengapa dia tidak mau mengatakannya? Jika dia mencintaiku, mengapa dia tidak memulainya dahulu untuk melangkah? Ketika dia punya pacar baru lagi, hatiku sedih… Waktu berjalan dan berjalan, hatiku sedih dan kecewa…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #99ff99;"&gt;AKU mulai mengira bahwa ini adalah cinta yang bertepuk sebelah tangan… Tapi..mengapa dia memperlakukanku lebih dari sekedar seorang teman?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #99ff99;"&gt;Menyukai seseorang sangat menyusahkan hati…AKU tahu kesukaannya…kebiasaannya… Tapi perasaannya kepadaku tidak pernah bisa diketahui… Kau tidak mengharapkan AKU seorang wanita untuk mengatakannya bukan ? Diluar itu, AKU mau tetap disampingnya…memberinya perhatian…menemani…dan mencintainya… Berharap suatu hari nanti dia akan datang dan mencintaiku… Hal itu seperti menunggu telephonenya tiap malam…mengharapkan mengirimku SMS… AKU tau sesibuk apapun dia, pasti meluangkan waktunya untuk ku… Karena itu, AKU menunggunya… 3 tahun cukup berat untuk kulalui dan AKU mau menyerah…Kadang AKU berpikir untuk tetap menunggu… Dilema yang menemaniku selama 3 tahun ini…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #99ff99;"&gt;Akhir tahun ke-3, seorang pria mengejarku…setiap hari dia mengejarku tanpa lelah… Segala daya upaya telah dilakukan walau seringkali ada penolakan dariku… AKU berpikir…apakah aku ingin memberikan ruang kecil di hatiku untuknya ?!..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #99ff99;"&gt;Dia seperti angin yang hangat dan lembut, mencoba meniup daun untuk terbang dari pohon… Akhirnya, AKU sadar bahwa AKU tidak ingin memberikan Angin ini ruang yang kecil di hatiku…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #99ff99;"&gt;AKU tau Angin akan membawa pergi Daun yang lusuh jauh dan ketempat yang lebih baik… Akhirnya AKU meninggalkan Pohon…tapi Pohon hanya tersenyum dan tidak memintaku untuk tinggal… AKU sangat sedih memandangnya tersenyum ke arahku…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #99ff99;"&gt;“DAUN terbang karena ANGIN bertiup atau karena POHON tidak memintanya untuk tinggal?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ANGIN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;AKU menyukai seorang gadis bernama Daun…&lt;br /&gt;karena dia sangat bergantung pada Pohon..jadi aku harus menjadi ANGIN yang kuat…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/ShxL8UaLquI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hVsGzGgPX_A/s1600-h/126656828_d72d2c3e97.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340226757797325538" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/ShxL8UaLquI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hVsGzGgPX_A/s200/126656828_d72d2c3e97.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 125px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 119px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Angin akan meniup Daun terbang jauh…&lt;br /&gt;Pertama kalinya..AKU melihat seseorang memperhatikan kami… Ketika itu, dia selalu duduk disana sendirian atau dengan teman2nya memerhatikan Pohon… Ketika Pohon berbicara dengan gadis2, ada cemburu di matanya… Ketika Pohon melihat ke arah Daun, ada senyum di matanya… Memperhatikannya menjadi kebiasaanku…seperti daun yang suka melihat Pohon. Satu hari saja tak kulihat dia…AKU merasa sangat kehilangan…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Di sudut ruang itu, ku lihat pohon sedang memperhatikan daun… Air mengalir di mata daun ketika Pohon pergi… Esoknya…Ku lihat Daun di tempatnya yang biasa, sedang memperhatikan Pohon… AKU melangkah dan tersenyum padanya…Kuambil secarik kertas..kutulis dan kuberikan padanya… Dia sangat kaget…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Dia melihat ke arahku, tersenyum dan menerima kertas dariku… Esoknya…dia datang…menghampiriku dan memberikan kembali kertas itu… Hati Daun sangat kuat dan Angin tidak bisa meniupnya pergi, hal itu karena Daun tidak mau meninggalkan Pohon. AKU melihat kearahnya…kuhampiri dengan kata2 itu… Sangat pelan…dia mulai membuka dirinya dan menerima kehadiranku dan telponku…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;AKU tau orang yang dia cintai bukan AKU…tapi AKU akan berusaha agar suatu hari dia menyukaiku… Selama 4 bln, AKU telah mengucapkan kata Cinta tidak kurang dari 20x kepadanya… Hampir tiap kali dia mengalihkan pembicaraan…tapi AKU tidak menyerah… Keputusanku bulat….AKU ingin memilikinya…dan berharap dia akan setuju menjadi pacarku….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Aku bertanya,” apa yang kau lakukan? Kenapa kau tidak pernah membalas? Mengapa kau selalu membisu?” Dia berkata, “AKU menengadahkan kepalaku”…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;“Ah?” Aku tidak percaya dengan apa yang kudengar…&lt;br /&gt;“Aku menengadahkan kepalaku” dia berteriak…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Kuletakkan telepon……melompat….berlari seribu langkah…ke rumahnya… Dia membuka pintu bagiku…Ku peluk erat-erat tubuhnya…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;“DAUN terbang karena tiupan ANGIN atau karena POHON tidak memintanya untuk tinggal?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8316955560972472226-6972309932825819945?l=nikoshervo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/feeds/6972309932825819945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2009/05/pohon-daun-dan-angin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/6972309932825819945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/6972309932825819945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2009/05/pohon-daun-dan-angin.html' title='Pohon, Daun, dan Angin..'/><author><name>Shervo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873598563795694113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/S3Lnhy7aoHI/AAAAAAAAABs/Qodyhz0tTd0/S220/dandelion.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/ShxK6qntWdI/AAAAAAAAABA/_p9pNAMiL4M/s72-c/tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316955560972472226.post-5235787455033583893</id><published>2009-05-21T04:26:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T11:14:01.065+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensieve'/><title type='text'>Letting Go..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/ShR4IoS0LVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/KzdpTazZZOA/s1600-h/0304-0706-0601-0733_TN.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338023547991502162" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/ShR4IoS0LVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/KzdpTazZZOA/s320/0304-0706-0601-0733_TN.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 100px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 67px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost a year have passed, but I'm still picking up the pieces&lt;br /&gt;I gave you my whole heart, I found it shattered&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself. I hate myself for holding on to what I even know isn't mine&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could undo all the things that I've done wrong before&lt;br /&gt;But the damage has been done, irreversible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I hurt you before, and I'm sorry for that&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to get you back&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know that I never hated you for not loving me back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've said goodbye so many times before&lt;br /&gt;But it's time to face the truth that I will never be with you&lt;br /&gt;Now I have this feeling that I will never see you again&lt;br /&gt;I know I can't let go of this emotion that easily&lt;br /&gt;But I'm trying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sorry it took me this long but I'm working on it&lt;br /&gt;I still love you, and probably will love you for a very long time&lt;br /&gt;We will not forget someone we loved. We may want to but we can't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'll laugh at myself for realizing that I've actually written this&lt;br /&gt;But there will always be you at the back of my mind even if someone helped me out put my heart back together&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8316955560972472226-5235787455033583893?l=nikoshervo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/feeds/5235787455033583893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2009/05/almost-year-have-passed-but-im-still.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/5235787455033583893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/5235787455033583893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2009/05/almost-year-have-passed-but-im-still.html' title='Letting Go..'/><author><name>Shervo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873598563795694113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/S3Lnhy7aoHI/AAAAAAAAABs/Qodyhz0tTd0/S220/dandelion.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/ShR4IoS0LVI/AAAAAAAAAAw/KzdpTazZZOA/s72-c/0304-0706-0601-0733_TN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316955560972472226.post-7551759822124570420</id><published>2009-05-21T04:13:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T11:14:41.576+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tutorial'/><title type='text'>Sketch..</title><content type='html'>Bila sedang berpikir, suntuk atau sedang bosan, terkadang tanpa kita sadari kita serinkali membuat gambar atau coretan-coretan kecil. Ternyata ada makna tersendiri dibalik coretan tersebut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcccc;"&gt;  Bila anda membuat coretan berbentuk panah maka menunjukkan bahwa anda adalah orang yang ambisius dan agresif. Apabila anda menggambar tanda panah ke kiri berarti senang mengenang masa lalu. Sedangkan tanda panah ke kanan berarti siap untuk menyongsong masa depan. Tanda panah ke suatu objek berarti marah atau penasaran dengan objek tersebut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcccc;"&gt;Jika coretan berbentuk lingkaran maka sering dikaitkan dengan keramahan, senang bicara dan senang berteman. Artinya anda fleksibel, mudah beradaptasi dan menyesuaikan diri. Anda juga memiliki iman yang kuat sehingga berjiwa optimis dan pantang menyerah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffff99;"&gt;Bila anda membuat coretan geometris seperti segitiga, segi empat, persegi panjang dan formasi pola lain maka menunjukkan pikiran yang logis. Gambar ini juga menandakan pikiran yang teratur, proses pemikiran yang jernih dan ketrampilan dalam membuat perencanaan efisiensi dan tujuan. Meski orang menilai anda kolot, tapi anda mampu menyelesaikan pekerjaan dalam situasi kritis sekalipun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcc99;"&gt;Bila anda menggambar lingkaran kusut yang besar maka menandakan keinginan akan gaya hidup bebas yang menggelinding begitu saja. Sementara lingkaran kusut yang kecil melambangkan perasaan amarah yang terpendam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcc99;"&gt;Apabila anda menggambar abstrak maka melambangkan ketegangan, kesulitan dan gangguan dalam konsentrasi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ccffff;"&gt;Gambar kotak memang lebih banyak dilakukan oleh kaum lelaki. Kotak yang ditumpuk menunjukkan pemikiran yang metodis dan konstruktif. Kotak tertutup menandakan bahwa anda adalah orang yang menghargai privasi. Sementara kotak terbuka mencerminkan harapan untuk menyambut seseorang atau sebaliknya keinginan lari dari situasi yang menekan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #99ff99;"&gt;Coretan gambar binatang mampu mencerminkan bagaimana memandang diri sendiri. Jika menggambar hewan peliharaan, seperti kucing maka berarti anda memiliki pribadi yang ramah dan sensitif. Gambar burung maka berarti anda memiliki daya imajinasi yang tinggi, penuh pertimbangan, cinta kasih dan menyukai kebebasan. Bila anda menggambar hewan kecil maka mengindikasikan perasaan takut yang tersembunyi, lemah, pasif, kurang percaya diri dan introvert. Sedangkan gambar hewan liar mencerminkan agresivitas dan ketegasan. Gambar hewan yang suka bersenang-senang, seperti anjing maka menunjukkan bahwa anda orang yang senang bermain. Gambar hewan berjalan pelan, seperti kura-kura maka menunjukkan kpribadian yang senang merenung.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ccccff;"&gt; Bagi anda yang sering menggambar bunga maka melambangkan sisi feminin dan keinginan melihat pertumbuhan, alam dan reproduksi. Gambar bunga juga menunjukkan keinginan berkembang dan menghasilkan sesuatu dalam hidup. Bunga dalam rangkaian bisa menggambarkan rasa kekeluargaan dan kebersamaan. Sementara gambar bunga dan tumbuhan menunjukkan anda orang yang sensitif, manusiawi, hangat dan terbuka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ccccff;"&gt;Coretan pohon yang selalu anda gambar, maka melambangkan ego dan ambisi. Jika pohon itu memiliki daun yang lebat dan buah, ini menunjukkan anda orang yang mendambakan cinta, seks dan anak. Pohon tanpa daun dan buah, dengan daun terkulai menunjukkan depresi dan kurang semangat juang. Lalu, kalau pohon digambar dengan akar, menunjukkan orang yang mementingkan asal-usul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcccc;"&gt;Jika anda menggambar hati maka menandakan anda sedang jatuh cinta. Hati melambangkan pikiran orang yang menggambarnya dipenuhi cinta dan sentimentil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffff99;"&gt;Wajah cantik yang anda gambar maka menunjukkan rasa kasih sayang kepada orang lain. Orang yang senang menggambar wajah cantik melihat hal-hal positif dalam diri seseorang, situasi, optimistik, manusiawi, bersifat baik dan sensitif terhadap sesama. Ia juga mampu menunjukkan empati, ramah dan senang bergaul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #99ff99;"&gt; Tapi jika anda menggambar wajah jelek maka anda adalah seseorang yang penuh curiga, tidak suka dan tidak percaya pada orang lain. Anda memiliki jiwa pemberontak, kurang percaya diri, senang melihat hal-hal buruk dalam diri setiap orang dan situasi. Anda juga defensif, cenderung mengubah fakta karena pandangan anda yang ‘gelap’ dan sempit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #99ff99;"&gt;Rumah yang anda gambar maka menunjukkan perasaan terhadap lingkungan rumah, dan biasanya digambar oleh kaum perempuan. Rumah yang tidak bahagia, biasanya digambarkan dengan rumah berbentuk asimetris tanpa jendela. Sementara rumah dengan cerobong asap yang mengeluarkan asap menunjukkan anda orang yang bahagia dengan sikap positif terhadap kehidupan di rumah. Rumah yang dingin tanpa hiasan menunjukkan rasa tidak senang dengan kehidupan di rumah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #99ffff;"&gt;Gambar bintang dan benda-benda langit menunjukkan perasaan penuh harapan, optimisme, ambisi dan kebutuhan untuk membuktikan serta mempromosikan diri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffccff;"&gt;Bila anda menggambar alat transportasi dalam bentuk apapun melambangkan hasrat untuk pergi atau mencapai tujuan. Semakin cepat jenis kendaraan yang digambar artinya anda ingin cepat-cepat menyampaikan pendapat atau pergi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffccff;"&gt;Apabila anda menggambar makanan, biasanya memiliki tiga makna. Yang pertama adalah kebutuhan akan cinta. Kedua adalah hasrat yang ingin dipenuhi. Ketiga adalah haus akan sesuatu. Mana yang sesuai dengan anda?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcc99;"&gt;Senjata yang anda gambarkan maka menunjukkan sikap persaingan dan kebutuhan untuk membuktikan diri penuh kekuatan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcc99;"&gt;Tangga menjadi pilihan anda sebagai coret maka menunjukkan anda memiliki banyak ambisi, dorongan yang kuat untuk membuktikan diri, tidak sabar terhadap proses yang panjang dan berusaha meraih tujuan terdekat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;      Jika anda senang menulis nama sendiri dengan bentuk tulisan berbeda maka anda adalah seorang yang sedang mengalami krisis kepribadian. Anda tidak yakin dengan arah kehidupan anda sendiri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ccffff;"&gt;Sedangkan goresan tanda tangan selalu anda lakukan secara tidak sadar maka menandakan konflik emosional dan intelektual sedang meningkat sehingga anda berada dalam kesulitan. Benar atau tidaknya makna tersebut, silakan anda buktikan sendiri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8316955560972472226-7551759822124570420?l=nikoshervo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/feeds/7551759822124570420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2009/05/sketch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/7551759822124570420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/7551759822124570420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2009/05/sketch.html' title='Sketch..'/><author><name>Shervo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873598563795694113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/S3Lnhy7aoHI/AAAAAAAAABs/Qodyhz0tTd0/S220/dandelion.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316955560972472226.post-5578046596179727689</id><published>2009-05-16T02:16:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T11:13:36.250+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>Despair..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/ShR41I0MbzI/AAAAAAAAAA4/iyBZWQg1D20/s1600-h/rain2.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338024312635682610" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/ShR41I0MbzI/AAAAAAAAAA4/iyBZWQg1D20/s320/rain2.gif" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 100px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 100px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been so long since we've talked..&lt;br /&gt;Im all out of faith..&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there's nothing more to say..&lt;br /&gt;My conversation has run dry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just got to let it go, because the power is not mine  ..&lt;br /&gt;Should have seen just what was there and not some holy light..&lt;br /&gt;Theres just so many things that I cant touch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who knows I might feel better..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8316955560972472226-5578046596179727689?l=nikoshervo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/feeds/5578046596179727689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2009/05/despair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/5578046596179727689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/5578046596179727689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2009/05/despair.html' title='Despair..'/><author><name>Shervo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873598563795694113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/S3Lnhy7aoHI/AAAAAAAAABs/Qodyhz0tTd0/S220/dandelion.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/ShR41I0MbzI/AAAAAAAAAA4/iyBZWQg1D20/s72-c/rain2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316955560972472226.post-6079372001033636029</id><published>2009-05-15T00:05:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T11:13:00.947+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensieve'/><title type='text'>Daydreaming..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #ffcccc;"&gt;Niko Kozuke: bulannya krenn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harada Riku: ya?&lt;br /&gt;Harada Riku: oh ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcccc;"&gt;Niko Kozuke: lirik kluar jendela deh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcccc;"&gt;Niko Kozuke: mantap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harada Riku: ntar d&lt;br /&gt;Harada Riku: hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcccc;"&gt;Niko Kozuke: lg sibuk y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcccc;"&gt;Niko Kozuke: maap2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcccc;"&gt;Niko Kozuke: ok deh slamat bkerja kmbali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harada Riku: kkagak c&lt;br /&gt;Harada Riku: lg bhs rumah sama temen2 gw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcccc;"&gt;Niko Kozuke: wkkwkwkwk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harada Riku: bentar lagi kan dah hrs kluar dr kampus&lt;br /&gt;Harada Riku: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcccc;"&gt;Niko Kozuke: dah mo brumahtangga?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harada Riku: yoii&lt;br /&gt;Harada Riku: wakaka&lt;br /&gt;Harada Riku: bersama 3 ceweq laen&lt;br /&gt;Harada Riku: hihihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcccc;"&gt;Niko Kozuke: asal jgn brantem aj ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcccc;"&gt;Niko Kozuke: seru juga tuh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harada Riku: moga2....aminnn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcccc;"&gt;Niko Kozuke: tau2 tanpa lo org sadari lo org ber3 nanksir 1 co yg sama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harada Riku: wakaka&lt;br /&gt;Harada Riku: gak mungkin laa&lt;br /&gt;Harada Riku: gila aje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcccc;"&gt;Niko Kozuke: loh isa jadi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcccc;"&gt;Niko Kozuke: kaya d dorama2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harada Riku: -_-;&lt;br /&gt;Harada Riku: kebykan ntn film loe&lt;br /&gt;Harada Riku: realistis dikit la ko...&lt;br /&gt;Harada Riku: ckckck&lt;br /&gt;Harada Riku:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcccc;"&gt;Niko Kozuke: kan cuma berandai2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcccc;"&gt;Niko Kozuke: keheheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harada Riku: mknya itu&lt;br /&gt;Harada Riku: loe kebykan berandai2&lt;br /&gt;Harada Riku: bangunn oiii&lt;br /&gt;Harada Riku: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcccc;"&gt;Niko Kozuke: iyaaa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harada Riku: hihihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcccc;"&gt;Niko Kozuke: helga jadi realistis uo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harada Riku: lg apa loe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcccc;"&gt;Niko Kozuke: ceyem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harada Riku: yoii&lt;br /&gt;Harada Riku: penting itu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcccc;"&gt;Niko Kozuke: lg cek2 email&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harada Riku: dah mulai kerasa kerasnya hidup&lt;br /&gt;Harada Riku: saahh gaya benerrr&lt;br /&gt;Harada Riku: wakakaka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcccc;"&gt;Niko Kozuke: wkwkwkw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcccc;"&gt;Niko Kozuke: justru karna keras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcccc;"&gt;Niko Kozuke: makanya jgn d bawa serius mulu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcccc;"&gt;Niko Kozuke: hehhe, itu mnurut gw loh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harada Riku: ya iya c...&lt;br /&gt;Harada Riku: cm tetep aja...kl kelamaan bermimpi loe gak bs idup jg&lt;br /&gt;Harada Riku: idup perlu makan&lt;br /&gt;Harada Riku: mimpi bs terwujud kl loe hidup kan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcccc;"&gt;Niko Kozuke: hmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcccc;"&gt;Niko Kozuke: gw tau koq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harada Riku: seppp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcccc;"&gt;Niko Kozuke: tapi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcccc;"&gt;Niko Kozuke: walo gimn pun g lebih suka bermimpi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcccc;"&gt;Niko Kozuke: walo tak terwujud, tp stidaknya gw masih punya mimpi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harada Riku: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcccc;"&gt;Niko Kozuke: ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcccc;"&gt;Niko Kozuke: hahah, mungkin karna itu kita brbeda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harada Riku: kadang sakit ko...kl cm bisanya mimpi doank tp gak terwujud&lt;br /&gt;Harada Riku:&lt;br /&gt;Harada Riku: mknya gw skrg dah mulai lbh realistis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcccc;"&gt;Niko Kozuke: hmm entah y, tp g mrasa bda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcccc;"&gt;Niko Kozuke: emg c sperti yg lo bilang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcccc;"&gt;Niko Kozuke: klo harapan kita nga terwujut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcccc;"&gt;Niko Kozuke: pasti kita akan mrasa kcewa, sedih, dsb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcccc;"&gt;Niko Kozuke: tp trkadang mimpi itu perlu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcccc;"&gt;Niko Kozuke: org yg nga punya mimpi sama aj kaya robot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harada Riku: iya btul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcccc;"&gt;Niko Kozuke: ga lebih dari mesin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harada Riku: stuju kq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcccc;"&gt;Niko Kozuke: hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harada Riku: hooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcccc;"&gt;Niko Kozuke: ad org bilang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcccc;"&gt;Niko Kozuke: pecundang adalah org yg hanya bisa brmimpi, pemenang adalah org yg bangun dan mewujudkan mimpi itu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harada Riku: mknya now i'm trying to living up my dream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcccc;"&gt;Niko Kozuke: tapi coba d telaah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcccc;"&gt;Niko Kozuke: bangun dan mewujudkan "mimpi" itu, dengan kata lain smua org sbenarnya butuh mimpi kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harada Riku: hooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcccc;"&gt;Niko Kozuke: mungkin skarang lo sedang dalam fase terbangun da mewujudnkan mimpi lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcccc;"&gt;Niko Kozuke: smentara g masih enak2 tdur x y \Ga..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harada Riku: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Harada Riku: iya kali yah&lt;br /&gt;Harada Riku: cepetan bgn ko&lt;br /&gt;Harada Riku: jgn tdr kelamaan&lt;br /&gt;Harada Riku:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcccc;"&gt;Niko Kozuke: hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8316955560972472226-6079372001033636029?l=nikoshervo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/feeds/6079372001033636029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2009/05/daydreaming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/6079372001033636029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/6079372001033636029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2009/05/daydreaming.html' title='Daydreaming..'/><author><name>Shervo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873598563795694113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/S3Lnhy7aoHI/AAAAAAAAABs/Qodyhz0tTd0/S220/dandelion.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316955560972472226.post-539657052450847732</id><published>2009-05-14T01:15:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T11:12:39.435+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><title type='text'>Mature</title><content type='html'>Sooner or later, the times come.. When we all must become responsible adults, and learn to give up what we want.. So we can choose to do what is right.. &lt;br /&gt;Of course, a lifetime of responsibility isn’t always easy.. And as the years go on, it’s a burden that can become too heavy for some to bear.. But still we try to do what is best, what is good.. Not only for ourselves, but for those we love..&lt;br /&gt;Yes, sooner or late, we must all become responsible adults.. No one knows this better than the young..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8316955560972472226-539657052450847732?l=nikoshervo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/feeds/539657052450847732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2009/05/sooner-or-later-times-come.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/539657052450847732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/539657052450847732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2009/05/sooner-or-later-times-come.html' title='Mature'/><author><name>Shervo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873598563795694113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/S3Lnhy7aoHI/AAAAAAAAABs/Qodyhz0tTd0/S220/dandelion.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316955560972472226.post-2504669124812384040</id><published>2009-05-14T01:13:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T11:12:18.548+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><title type='text'>Empat orang dalam Hidupmu..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #3300cc;"&gt;Hidup adalah proses menemukan cinta;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3300cc;"&gt;setiap orang perlu menemukan 4 orang dalam hidupnya.. Orang pertama adalah kamu, kedua adalah orang yang sangat kamu cintai, ketiga adalah orang yang sangat mencintai kamu dan yang ke-4 adalah orang yang dengan&lt;br /&gt;siapa kamu menghabiskan sisa hidupmu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff3333;"&gt;Dalam hidup, pertama kamu akan bertemu dengan orang yang sangat kamu cintai dan belajar bagaimana rasanya cinta itu.. Karena kamu sudah tau rasanya cinta, kamu dapat menemukan orang yang sangat&lt;br /&gt;mencintaimu.. Setelah kamu mengalami bagaimana rasanya mencintai dan dicintai, kamu akan tahu apa yang paling kamu inginkan.. Kemudian kamu akan mencari orang yang cocok denganmu, yang dengan siapa kamu bisa menghabiskan sisa&lt;br /&gt;hidupmu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3300cc;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sedihnya, dalam kenyataan hidup, ketiga orang ini biasanya bukan orang yang sama..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Orang yang sangat kamu cintai bisa saja tidak mencintaimu.. Orang yang sangat mencintaimu, mungkin bukan orang yang sangat kamu cintai.. Dan orang yang dengan siapa kamu menghabiskan sisa hidupmu, bukan orang yang sangat kamu cintai dan bukan orang yang sangat mencintaimu.. Dia hanyalah orang yang kamu temukan diwaktu dan di tempat yang tepat.. Yang manakah kamu dalam kehidupan orang lain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3300cc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tidak ada orang yang hatinya dengan&lt;br /&gt;sengaja berubah..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Pada saat dia mencintaimu, dia akan sungguh-sungguh mencintaimu.. Tapi saat dia tidak lagi mencintaimu, tidak mustahil dia sungguh-sungguh tidak mencintaimu lagi.. Ketika dia mencintaimu, dia tidak bisa berpura-pura tidak mencintaimu.. Sama halnya saat dia tidak mencintaimu lagi, dia tidak mungkin berpura pura mencintaimu.. Ketika seseorang tidak mencintaimu dan ingin meninggalkanmu, kamu harus bertanya pada dirimu apakah kamu masih mencintainya.. Jika ternyata kamu juga tidak mencintainya lagi, jangan mempertahankannya hanya demi harga diri atau alasan apapun itu.. Jika kamu masih mencintainya, kamu harus mendoakan kebahagiaannya dan berharap dia akan bersama orang yang sangat dia cintai, jangan halangi dia.. Jika kamumenghalanginya menemukan kebahagiaanya bersama orang yang dia cintai, itu sudah menunjukkan kalau kamu tidak mencintainya.. Dan jika kamu tidak mencintainya, hak apakah yang kamu miliki untuk menyalahkannya atas perubahan hatinya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3300cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3300cc;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cinta tidak harus memiliki&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, jika kamu suka bulan, kamu tidak dapat mengambilny a begitu saja dan memasukkannya ke baskom.. Tapi sinar rembulan masih bersinar untukmu.. Dengan kata lain, ketika kamu mencintai seseora ng, kamu tidak bisa menggunakan cara lain untuk memilikinya.. Biarkan dia menjadi memori permanen dalam hidupmu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3300cc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jika kamu sungguh-sungguh mencintai seseorang, kamu harus mencintainya sebagaimana adanya.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Cintailah sifat baik dan buruknya.. Dengan alasan kamu mencintainya , kamu tidak bisa berharap dia menjadi seperti yang kamu inginkan.. Jika dia tidak bisa berubah menjadi seperti yang kamu inginkan, maka kamu tidak mencintainya lagi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3300cc;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ketika kamu sungguh-sungguh mencintai seseorang, kamu tidak bisa menemukan alasan kenapa kamu mencintainya..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Kamu hanya tahu bahwa dimana pun dan kapan pun, saat baik atau buruk, kamu ingin orang tersebut berada didekatmu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3300cc;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cinta sejati adalah saat dua orang yang dapat melalui masalah-masalah tersulit tanpa meminta janji atau daftar kriteria.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Dalam satu hubungan, kamu harus berusaha dan memberikan waktu,tidak selalu di posisi penerima.. Terpisah satu sama lain merupakan satu ujian, jika hubunganmu tidak kuat, kamu akan mengaku kalah.. Cinta sejati tidak akan pernah menjadi benci..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3300cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8316955560972472226-2504669124812384040?l=nikoshervo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/feeds/2504669124812384040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2009/05/empat-orang-dalam-hidupmu.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/2504669124812384040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/2504669124812384040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2009/05/empat-orang-dalam-hidupmu.html' title='Empat orang dalam Hidupmu..'/><author><name>Shervo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873598563795694113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/S3Lnhy7aoHI/AAAAAAAAABs/Qodyhz0tTd0/S220/dandelion.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316955560972472226.post-6016873814349800137</id><published>2009-05-14T01:11:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T11:11:43.366+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><title type='text'>Batu, Kerikil dan Pasir</title><content type='html'>Suatu saat seorang profesor filsafat yang sedang memberikan kuliah mengeluarkan sebuah botol mayones yang sudah kosong. Kemudian ia mengeluarkan beberapa batu yang kemudian diisikannya ke botol itu. Ketika sudah dua batu diisikan, sudah tak ada tempat lagi bagi batu ketiga. Ia bertanya pada mahasiswanya apakah botol itu sudah penuh? Mahasiwanya mengiakan. Kemudian ia mengambil kerikil kecil. Dimasukkannya kerikil itu ke botol dan botol itu dikocok-kocoknya. Kerikil-kerikil itu akhirnya masuk bergulir memenuhi ruang di antara batu-batu itu. Sekali lagi ia bertanya apakah botol itu penuh? Mahasiswanya menjawab ya. Lalu profesor itu mengambil pasir dan menuangkannya ke botol. Setelah botol itu diguncang-guncangkan beberapa kali, pasir itu masuk mengisi ruang yang masih tersisa memenuhi botol. &lt;br /&gt;"Sekarang," kata profesor, "Saya ingin kalian tahu bahwa botol ini mengibaratkan hidup kamu. Batu-batu ini adalah hal-hal yang paling penting dalam hidup kamu yaitu , keluarga, kesehatan, teman-teman, dan Dia yang selalu mengawasi anda. Kerikil-kerikil ini adalah hal-hal lain yang juga penting dalam hidup Anda, misalnya pekerjaan, pengetahuan, ketrampilan Anda. Pasir adalah hal-hal lain seperti hobby dan kesenangan Anda.&lt;br /&gt;Bila Anda memasukkan kerikil dan pasir terlebih dahulu maka tak ada ruang lagi buat batu. Begitu juga dengan hidup Anda. Bila Anda mencurahkan seluruh energi dan waktu Anda untuk hal-hal yang kecil, materi, kedudukan, kesenangan, maka Anda tak mempunyai ruang lagi untuk hal yang benar-benar penting dalam hidup Anda. Berikan prioritas pada hal yang terpenting. Beri perhatian pada keluarga dan teman-teman anda. Dan jangan lupa berikan pula waktu bagi Dia yang memelihara Anda. Jangan khawatir Anda akan tetap punya waktu untuk pekerjaan dan kesenangan Anda, karena hal-hal itu hanyalah kerikil dan pasir saja."&lt;br /&gt;—————————————————————————————————-&lt;br /&gt;Waktu lg isenk2 buka dokumen di empo, nda sengaja nemu tulisan ini.. Haha, sempet kaget juga sih, nda nyangka aj ternyata di empo masih ada orang yang memamfaatkan internet untuk hal yang "waras"&lt;br /&gt;Setelah di baca ternyata isinya cukup menyentuh juga, tanpa kta sadari kerap kali kita lebih mengutamakan mengisi hidup kita dengan pasir atau kerikil.. Tak bisa di sangkal bahwa memang melakukan hal-hal tersebut jauh lebih mudah.. Tapi kemudian kita di sadarkan, bila kita lebih mengutamakan mengisi botol itu dengan batu, toh kita masih tetap bisa memasukkan kerikil dan pasir k dalamnya.. Memang sulit sih, tapi kan nda ada salahnya di coba..&lt;br /&gt;Minta pendapat dari temen-teman juga ya.. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8316955560972472226-6016873814349800137?l=nikoshervo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/feeds/6016873814349800137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2009/05/batu-kerikil-dan-pasir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/6016873814349800137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/6016873814349800137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2009/05/batu-kerikil-dan-pasir.html' title='Batu, Kerikil dan Pasir'/><author><name>Shervo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873598563795694113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/S3Lnhy7aoHI/AAAAAAAAABs/Qodyhz0tTd0/S220/dandelion.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316955560972472226.post-2478370133082517272</id><published>2009-05-14T01:10:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T11:11:24.408+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><title type='text'>Suka, Sayang, Cinta</title><content type='html'>*Saat kau MENYUKAI seseorang, kau&lt;br /&gt;ingin memilikinya untuk keegoisanmu&lt;br /&gt;sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;*Saat kau MENYAYANGI seseorang, kau&lt;br /&gt;ingin sekali membuatnya bahagia dan&lt;br /&gt;bukan untuk dirimu sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;*Saat kau MENCINTAI seseorang, kau akan&lt;br /&gt;melakukan apapun untuk kebahagiaannya&lt;br /&gt;walaupun kau harus mengorbankan jiwamu.&lt;br /&gt;*Saat kau menyukai seseorang dan berada&lt;br /&gt;disisinya maka kau akan&lt;br /&gt;bertanya,”Bolehkah aku menciummu?”&lt;br /&gt;*Saat kau menyayangi seseorang dan&lt;br /&gt;berada disisinya maka kau akan&lt;br /&gt;bertanya,”Bolehkah aku memelukmu?”&lt;br /&gt;*Saat kau mencintai seseorang dan&lt;br /&gt;berada disisinya maka kau akan&lt;br /&gt;menggenggam erat tangannya…&lt;br /&gt;*SUKA adalah saat ia menangis, kau akan&lt;br /&gt;berkata “Sudahlah, jgn menangis.”&lt;br /&gt;*SAYANG adalah saat ia menangis dan kau&lt;br /&gt;akan menangis bersamanya.&lt;br /&gt;*CINTA adalah saat ia menangis dan kau&lt;br /&gt;akan membiarkannya menangis dipundakmu&lt;br /&gt;sambil berkata, “Mari kita selesaikan&lt;br /&gt;masalah ini bersama-sama. “&lt;br /&gt;*SUKA adalah saat kau melihatnya kau&lt;br /&gt;akan berkata,”Ia sangat cantik/tampan&lt;br /&gt;dan menawan.”&lt;br /&gt;*SAYANG adalah saat kau melihatnya kau&lt;br /&gt;akan melihatnya dari hatimu dan bukan&lt;br /&gt;matamu.&lt;br /&gt;*CINTA adalah saat kau melihatnya kau&lt;br /&gt;akan berkata,”Buatku dia adalah&lt;br /&gt;anugerah terindah yang pernah Tuhan&lt;br /&gt;berikan padaku..”&lt;br /&gt;*Pada saat orang yang kau SUKA&lt;br /&gt;menyakitimu,maka kau akan marah dan&lt;br /&gt;tak mau lagi bicara padanya.&lt;br /&gt;*Pada saat orang yang kau SAYANG&lt;br /&gt;menyakitimu,engkau akan menangis&lt;br /&gt;untuknya.&lt;br /&gt;*Pada saat orang yang kau CINTAI&lt;br /&gt;menyakitimu,kau akan berkata,”Tak apa&lt;br /&gt;dia hanya tak tau apa yang dia&lt;br /&gt;lakukan.”&lt;br /&gt;*Pada saat kau suka padanya, kau akan&lt;br /&gt;MEMAKSANYA untuk menyukaimu.&lt;br /&gt;*Pada saat kau sayang padanya, kau akan&lt;br /&gt;MEMBIARKANNYA MEMILIH.&lt;br /&gt;*Pada saat kau cinta padanya, kau akan&lt;br /&gt;selalu MENANTINYA dengan setia dan&lt;br /&gt;tulus…&lt;br /&gt;*SUKA adalah kau akan menemaninya bila&lt;br /&gt;itu menguntungkan.&lt;br /&gt;*SAYANG adalah kau akan menemaninya di&lt;br /&gt;saat dia membutuhkan.&lt;br /&gt;*CINTA adalah kau akan menemaninya tak&lt;br /&gt;perduli bagaimana pun keadaanmu.&lt;br /&gt;*SUKA adalah hal yang menuntut.&lt;br /&gt;*SAYANG adalah hal memberi dan&lt;br /&gt;menerima.&lt;br /&gt;*CINTA adalah hal yang memberi dengan&lt;br /&gt;rela&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8316955560972472226-2478370133082517272?l=nikoshervo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/feeds/2478370133082517272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2009/05/suka-sayang-cinta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/2478370133082517272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/2478370133082517272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2009/05/suka-sayang-cinta.html' title='Suka, Sayang, Cinta'/><author><name>Shervo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873598563795694113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/S3Lnhy7aoHI/AAAAAAAAABs/Qodyhz0tTd0/S220/dandelion.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316955560972472226.post-6621022224081301045</id><published>2009-05-14T01:04:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T11:10:50.051+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>Comet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;-Comet-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I looked up at the night sky alone and saw a comet go by&lt;br /&gt;It popped up for a split second then disappeared again&lt;br /&gt;When i think of you i start to hurt&lt;br /&gt;I want to see you now, but i can’t fly through the sky…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;  If i were became a comet&lt;br /&gt;I could fly though the sky&lt;br /&gt;No matter what happens tomorrow, this thought is strong&lt;br /&gt;So this comet will never break up&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;When i complain about the rain&lt;br /&gt;Even now i remember what you said&lt;br /&gt;After the rain, the star will brilliantly come out again&lt;br /&gt;When i think about that, i guess i could like the rain too…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If i were became a comet&lt;br /&gt;I would shed an overflowing light&lt;br /&gt;And whanever you were sad, looking up at the night sky&lt;br /&gt;I’d shine even brighter, so that you would smile&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;You always alone fighting something&lt;br /&gt;I can’t do anything but be next to you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If i were became a comet&lt;br /&gt;I’d surely fly though the sky&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this instance of light would definetely reach you&lt;br /&gt;Lighting you up for that time, flying around the sky…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;  If i were became a comet&lt;br /&gt;I’d always be next to you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;———————————————————————————-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"Each person is unique and irreplaceable.. Everyone’s got his own features and skill.. In everyone’s ches beats a different heart.. We’re all alike and still deeply different.. If you think over it, it’s anyting but unfair.. It is the reason for which it’s worth exist and be friend.. Because of this, everyone of us has something spesial.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Huff.. Terkadang untuk menjalani hidup susah banget ya.. &lt;/span&gt;Masalah dateng dan pergi bgitu saja, dan terus berlanjut dalam rutinitas kita.. Mungkin ada kalanya kita putus asa dalam menghadapinya.. Tapi inget, kita punya teman dan orang sekitar.. Mungkin mreka kurang banyak membantu, tapi ada kalanya merekalah tempat yg tepat bagi kita untuk berbagi.. &lt;br /&gt;Mungkin beberapa orang udah tau, tulisan di atas adalah terjemahan dari sbuah lirik lagu.. Tulisan ini di persembahkan untuk seorang teman g yg sedang kesepian di sana.. Semangat yaa.. Inget lo nga sendirian.. Kami di sini slalu mendoakan lo..&lt;br /&gt;Ganbatte!!&lt;br /&gt;\ (^o^) /&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8316955560972472226-6621022224081301045?l=nikoshervo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/feeds/6621022224081301045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2009/05/comet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/6621022224081301045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/6621022224081301045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2009/05/comet.html' title='Comet'/><author><name>Shervo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873598563795694113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/S3Lnhy7aoHI/AAAAAAAAABs/Qodyhz0tTd0/S220/dandelion.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316955560972472226.post-2866179704416294450</id><published>2009-05-14T01:03:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T11:10:17.050+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensieve'/><title type='text'>Just a Game?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;Tau2 g ud duduk dpan kompi… Rencananya sih mau nulis sesuatu, tp bingung mulainya.. Hehehe, maklum g ga pinter nulis ktimbang yg lainnya… Huuffff, jadi keinget td malem ga bisa tidur akhirnya malah nangkring di balkon jemuran sambil liat bintang… Trus iseng2 sms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;“Swt.. Mangnya co dr mars ce dr vnus? Pduli ap.. Satu2ny yg g akui, co ce t dr Tuhan.. Tiap org t pnya pemikiran sndri, yg org laen ga bs tw.. Ga mesti co ce, ce ce, ato co co jga sk slh pham.. Jgn salain knp suatu trjd, tp tanya knapa bs terjd..Inget, kta2, apalage lwt sms, bs rancu..”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;“hmm.. Kira2 bgitu lah.. Pnjang jg jwbn lo ^^ Hbat y manusia bsa buat ksepakatan shingga akhrnya menciptakan suatu hal yg d sbut ‘bahasa’ ga habis pikir g ~_~&lt;br /&gt;Hooh, kta bsa tau krn prnah dpt.. Eh, ga tau deh klo lo, Klo g sih gtu.. Abisnya klo d tlen mentah2 sbnernya tkatkinya sulit loh..&lt;br /&gt;Mnurut lo hdup tkatki bkan?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;“Bkn tkatki… Kl hdp ini tkatki bs tua mkirin ny lo.. Jadiny mlah hdp lo ga maju2.. Krn ga bkal ad penjlasan… Hdp bkn tkatki, tp tkatki adlh hdp.. Life is a game.. Sbnrnya kl lo mang da ngerti ap it God, n lo hdp d dlm Dia.. Lo ga bkal bingung am hdp sgala…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;“Hueee.. T_T kynya prnyataan g salah molo.. Emang sih anugrah… Tp prnah ga lo iseng mikir, misalny kta nih org indo. Knapa kta namain bnda yg ngalir d sungai itu dgn ‘air’ knapa ga dinamain ‘emo’ atau ‘mer’ ato apalah itu..”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;“Bt prtanyaan air lo… Penah ga lo mkir, napa lo d lahirin d kel lo yg skrg? Knpa ga d lahirin jd kel ny _____ ato _____… Kl o ktmu jwbny, brarti lo ktmu jwbn bt prtnyaan lo.. Met mkir ^^”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;“Hoho.. Klo g bsa jwb itu brarti ngalahin smua filosofus yg ad d dunia.. Mungkn itu yg d snut misteri khdupan y.. Hdup tuh emang ky game RPG. Kta jd tokoh utama, rekrut party, ksahnya ga cm ptualangan, ada komedi, horor, roman, ksah sdih. pokoknya smua jd 1 deh.. Ga ada game lain yg bsa nyamain.. Lucu jga y..”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;“Misteri? Ap c arti misteri? sesuatu yg ga lo tw.. Bner ga? Btas kmampuan pikir manusia t trbtas.. Ap yg ad d luar btas it, bagi manusia jd misteri… Game.. 1 hal pntg yg trlewatkan.. Tp yg paling pntg.. The Creator… Shebat2ny memainkan game.. Smuany da d atur.. N cm The Creator yg tau akhrny.. Lo ga bs putusin endingny gmana.. Lo cm bs memilih.. Ending da trsedia d ujung prmainan..N 1 kkurangan game hdup… No memory card…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;Tulisan lama yg trnyata tertinggal d draff..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8316955560972472226-2866179704416294450?l=nikoshervo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/feeds/2866179704416294450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-game.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/2866179704416294450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/2866179704416294450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-game.html' title='Just a Game?'/><author><name>Shervo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873598563795694113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/S3Lnhy7aoHI/AAAAAAAAABs/Qodyhz0tTd0/S220/dandelion.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316955560972472226.post-7739738834907586525</id><published>2009-05-14T01:01:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T11:09:44.789+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>Kokoro no Tomo</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;KOKORO NO TOMO &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anata kara kurushi mi o ubaeta sono toki&lt;br /&gt;Watashi ni mo ikite yuku, yuki ga-wa ite kuru&lt;br /&gt;Anata to de au made wa kodoku Nasasurai bito&lt;br /&gt;Sono te no nukumori o kanjisasete &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chorus 1: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai wa itsumo rarabai&lt;br /&gt;Tabi ni tsukareta toki&lt;br /&gt;Tada kokoro no tomo to watashi o yonde &lt;br /&gt;Shinjiau kokoro sae doko ka ni wasurete&lt;br /&gt;Hito wa naze sugita hi no shiawase oikakeru&lt;br /&gt;Shizuka ni mabuta tojite kokoro no doa o hiraki&lt;br /&gt;Watashi o tsukandara namida fuite &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chorus 2: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai wa itsumo rarabai&lt;br /&gt;Anata ga yowai toki&lt;br /&gt;Tada kokoro no tomo to watashi o yonde &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;———————————————————————– &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;KOKORO NO TOMO&lt;br /&gt;(Teman Hati) &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kala itu mampu kulepaskan kepedihan dari hatimu&lt;br /&gt;Semangatku pun bergelora menapaki jalan hidup ini&lt;br /&gt;Sebelum bersua denganmu, kesepian aku berkelana&lt;br /&gt;Biar kurasakan hangatnya jemarimu &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chorus 1: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinta senantiasa meninabobokkan&lt;br /&gt;Tatkala lelah dalam perjalanan&lt;br /&gt;Ingatlah diriku sebagai teman hati &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bahkan hati yang saling percaya terlupa entah di mana&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa orang-orang mengejar kebahagiaan yang telah berlalu&lt;br /&gt;Pejamkan matamu perlahan dan singkapkan jendela hatimu&lt;br /&gt;Raih tanganku dan usap air matamu &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chorus 2: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinta senantiasa meninabobokkan&lt;br /&gt;Tatkala lelah dalam perjalanan&lt;br /&gt;Ingatlah diriku sebagai teman hati &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;———————————————————————– &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fuiihhh… akhirnya dapet juga liriknya &amp;gt;_&amp;lt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Huhuhu… nyarinya ngos-ngosan…….&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nga sengaja dpt lagu ini dr MP3 tmn, begitu denger lagu ini, kayanya kerasa nga asing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Serasa lagu ini punya arti penting, dan kayanya udah sering banget denger, hhmmm…. jd ky dejavu gitu de –”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kt orang2 yg c, ini lagu dulu banget sering d puter di radio, tp gw denger radio aja jarang….&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aneh ya ^^&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8316955560972472226-7739738834907586525?l=nikoshervo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/feeds/7739738834907586525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2009/05/kokoro-no-tomo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/7739738834907586525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/7739738834907586525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2009/05/kokoro-no-tomo.html' title='Kokoro no Tomo'/><author><name>Shervo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873598563795694113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/S3Lnhy7aoHI/AAAAAAAAABs/Qodyhz0tTd0/S220/dandelion.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8316955560972472226.post-3952735274781534707</id><published>2009-05-14T00:35:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T11:08:36.263+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisdom'/><title type='text'>Beautiful Story of Dreams</title><content type='html'>Sometimes we get what we need and not what we want……….&lt;br /&gt;Once there were three trees on a hill in the woods. They were discussing&lt;br /&gt;their hopes and dreams when The first tree said, "Someday, I hope to be a&lt;br /&gt;treasure chest. I could be filled with gold, silver and precious gems and&lt;br /&gt;be decorated with intricate carvings. Everyone would see my beauty."&lt;br /&gt;* The second tree said, "Someday, I will be a mighty ship. I will take&lt;br /&gt;kings and queens across the waters and sail to the corners of the world.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone will feel safe in me because of the strength of my hull."&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the third tree said, "I want to grow to be the tallest and&lt;br /&gt;straightest tree in the forest. People will see me on top of the hill&lt;br /&gt;and look up to my branches, and think of the heavens and God and how&lt;br /&gt;close to them I am reaching. I will be the greatest tree of all time,&lt;br /&gt;and people will always remember me."&lt;br /&gt;After a few years of praying that their dreams would come true, a&lt;br /&gt;group of woodsmen came upon the trees. One came to the first tree and &lt;br /&gt;said, "This looks like a strong tree, I think I should be able to sell&lt;br /&gt;the wood to a carpenter," and he began cutting it down. The tree was &lt;br /&gt;happy, because he knew that the carpenter would make him into a &lt;br /&gt;treasure chest.&lt;br /&gt;At the second tree, one of the other woodsman said, "This looks&lt;br /&gt;like a strong tree. I should be able to sell it to the shipyard." The a&lt;br /&gt;second tree was happy, because he knew he was on his way to becoming a&lt;br /&gt;mighty ship.&lt;br /&gt;When the woodsmen came upon the third tree, the tree was frightened,&lt;br /&gt;because it knew that, if it was cut down, its dreams would not come &lt;br /&gt;true. One of the woodsmen said, "I don’t need anything special from my&lt;br /&gt;tree, so I’ll take this one," and he cut it down.&lt;br /&gt;When the first tree arrived at the carpenter’s, he was made into a&lt;br /&gt;feed box for animals, placed in a barn and filled with hay. This&lt;br /&gt;was not at all what he had prayed for.&lt;br /&gt;The second tree was cut and made into a small fishing boat. His&lt;br /&gt;dreams of being a mighty ship and carrying kings had come to an end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The third tree was cut into large pieces and left alone in the dark. &lt;br /&gt;The years went by, and the trees forgot about their dreams. Then&lt;br /&gt;a man and woman came to the barn. She gave birth, and they placed&lt;br /&gt;the baby in the hay in the feed box that was made from the first&lt;br /&gt;tree. The man wished that he could have made a crib for the baby,&lt;br /&gt;but this manger would have to do. The tree could feel the importance of&lt;br /&gt;this event and knew that it had held the greatest treasure of all time.&lt;br /&gt;Years later, a group of men got in the fishing boat made from the&lt;br /&gt;second tree.&lt;br /&gt;One of them was tired and went to sleep. While they were out on the&lt;br /&gt;water, a great storm arose, and the tree didn’t think it was strong&lt;br /&gt;enough to keep the men safe. The men woke the sleeping man, and he&lt;br /&gt;stood and said "Peace," and the storm stopped. At this time, the&lt;br /&gt;tree knew that it had carried the King of Kings in its boat.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, someone came and got the third tree. It was carried&lt;br /&gt;through the streets, and the crowd mocked the man who was carrying&lt;br /&gt;it. Finally, the man was nailed to the tree and raised in the air&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to die at the top of a hill. When Sunday came, the tree came to&lt;br /&gt;realize that it was strong enough to stand at the top of the hill &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and be as close to God as was possible, because Jesus had been crucified on it. &lt;br /&gt;The moral of this story is that, when things don’t seem to be&lt;br /&gt;going your way, always know that God has a plan for you. If you place&lt;br /&gt;your trust in Him, He will give you great gifts. Each of the trees got&lt;br /&gt;what they wanted, just not in the way they had imagined. We don’t always&lt;br /&gt;know what God’s plans are for us.&lt;br /&gt;We just know that His ways are not our ways, but His ways are always&lt;br /&gt;best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;———————————————————————————————–&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Crita ini dikirim tmn gw Helga, crita yg bagus…..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thx ya ud ngirim ^^&lt;/i&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/8316955560972472226-3952735274781534707?l=nikoshervo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/feeds/3952735274781534707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2009/05/beautiful-story-of-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/3952735274781534707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8316955560972472226/posts/default/3952735274781534707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikoshervo.blogspot.com/2009/05/beautiful-story-of-dreams.html' title='Beautiful Story of Dreams'/><author><name>Shervo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02873598563795694113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZT62AjwB7QA/S3Lnhy7aoHI/AAAAAAAAABs/Qodyhz0tTd0/S220/dandelion.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
