<?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-36099152</id><updated>2012-02-11T14:52:53.852+07:00</updated><category term='Food-vaganza'/><category term='writing'/><category term='festive'/><category term='my planet'/><title type='text'>Wikawiks</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Wika Surowidjojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17627107605829987417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/TJiQVdSi9lI/AAAAAAAAAWg/WVzvN0aN8nk/S220/me+and+calya+(edit).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36099152.post-2439744776070786067</id><published>2008-07-15T07:42:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T07:57:01.615+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Coffee</title><content type='html'>Back to work...&lt;br /&gt;it's been almost 2 weeks since I returned to work after my 3 months pregnancy leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hhh,,, sedih  banget deh ninggalin my little Caca di rumah cuma sama baby sitter dan PRT. Tapi keliatannya so far baik-baik aja. Caca juga ngerti kalo Ayah dan Ibunya mesti kerja, dia nggak rewel tuh ditinggal di rumah. Kalo weekend aja maunya main terus sama kalo mau tidur jadi lebih rewel. Hehehe.. tau aja yaa dia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejak kemarin aku dan my Hubby berangkat kantor lebih pagi. Jam 6 pagi kita udah berangkat secara anak-anak sekolah mulai masuk sekolah setelah beberapa minggu kemarin libur kenaikan kelas. Yang tadinya kita bisa berangkat jam 7 pagi, meaning bisa main-main dulu sama Caca yang udah bangun dari jam 5-an, plus meres ASI dengan lebih santai,, sekarang cuma bisa main-main sedikit sama Caca dan meres ASI buru-buru dan mandi buru-buru juga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi karena berangkat pagi, it only took less than 1 hour to get to my office. Meaning, aku bisa dianter my Hubby sampe kantor karena kita bisa lewat gatot subroto sebelum 3 in 1 berlaku. Yippeee.. menyenangkan sekali dianter suami tercinta sampe kantor,, soalnya kan selama ini cuma ikut sampe kantornya dia dan aku mesti nyambung pake taxi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadi pagi, hari kedua kita berangkat pagi. Sampe Mega Kuningan jam 7 pagi.. eh, my Hubby nyari-nyari coffee shop yang udah buka jam 7 pagi. Pas lewat Oakwood, lampu-lampu di Starbucks udah nyala,, akhirnya kita muter bunderan Ritz Carlton lagi dan belok ke Oakwood. Ternyata Starbucks-nya udah buka. Hampir aja aku di drop dulu di Menara Prima dan dia mau ngopi sendiri. Hehehe... Padahal morning coffee bareng itu ide-ku kemarin. Dasar usil dia..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya kita stop by di Starbucks and had that morning coffee berdua. Kita order Flat White, tall, untuk berdua (karena masih menyusui, takut Caca ntar nggak bisa tidur kebanyakan minum kopi. hehe...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a short 30 minutes, tapi enak banget. Bisa ngobrol-ngobrol santai di pagi yang masih cerah dan udah sampe daerah kantor nggak pake stres kena macet. We should do it once in a while.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36099152-2439744776070786067?l=wikawiks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/feeds/2439744776070786067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36099152&amp;postID=2439744776070786067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/2439744776070786067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/2439744776070786067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/2008/07/morning-coffee.html' title='Morning Coffee'/><author><name>Wika Surowidjojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17627107605829987417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/TJiQVdSi9lI/AAAAAAAAAWg/WVzvN0aN8nk/S220/me+and+calya+(edit).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36099152.post-2577517467395608893</id><published>2008-03-24T12:37:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T13:06:08.355+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pindahan...</title><content type='html'>Weekend yang lalu adalah looong weekend... Libur nasional mulai dari Kamis - Minggu.. (Kamis: Maulud Nabi dan Jumat: Wafatnya Isa Al Masih)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect timing buatku dan my Hubby untuk pindah rumah.&lt;br /&gt;Hiks,,, sedih juga ninggalin rumah di Bukit Nirvana.. rumah yang kita bangun dengan cinta dan perjuangaaan... dari yang financially terbatas, renovasi sana sini sedikit demi sedikit (sesuai keadaan keuangan juga, yang waktu itu plus persiapan buat kawin, beli mobil dll) untuk mewujudkan rumah impian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ternyata cuma 1 tahun kita tinggal di rumah itu.. Things change.. Cinere ujung itu makin macet aja,, tiap pulang kantor, udah ngantuk2 di jalan,, kok nggak sampe-sampe jugaaa ya.. Belum lagi kalo pagi,, belakangan ini malah 'kejar-kejaran' sama adzan subuh.&lt;br /&gt;With this Kiddy on her way, kita pikir, wah, nanti kita nggak punya waktu cukup buat si Kiddy kalau pulang ke rumah itu cuma 'numpang tidur' aja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya, jadilah this lovely house at Vila Cinere Mas is ours.&lt;br /&gt;Setelah proses jual beli yang agak lama, akhirnya akhir bulan lalu (Feb), jual beli terlaksana. Dalam waktu 1 bulan kita berhasil mempersiapkan dan melaksanakan si pindahan ini. Time is ticking, this baby is coming soon, so we need to move fast too (not to mention minggu depan my Hubby ada tugas kantor 1 minggu). So it had to be done by that long weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamis, dimulai dengan finishing packing barang-barang dari Bukit Nirvana. Sebagian udah dicicil dari minggu lalu. Rumah udah penuh sama box, plus knock down lemari baju dan tempat tidur. Ternyata selesai sebelum jam 12 siang, berkat tim sukses yang cekatan itu (ada Mama plus dua pasukannya plus mas Ponidi yang bantuin my Hubby dengan barang-barang kelas berat). Aku, si kaki bengkak, mostly cuma duduk aja sambil sedikit2 kasih instruksi buat yang packing2 (si erna dan sarah). Hari itu sebagian barang ternyata bisa diangkut ke rumah Vila. Untung juga mover-nya ternyata available hari itu (padahal pesennya buat Jumat), plus service AC yang mindahin AC n water heater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamis malam,, tidur berdua Mama di rumah Mama.. My Hubby dan Papa nginep di rumah Vila. Malem jumatan berdua... hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumat, tinggal 1 kloter barang yang perlu dibawa. Kali ini aku yang urus, karena my Hubby udah standby di Vila. Next, bongkar-bongkar barang di Vila dengan tim yang sama. Mbak Dyah dan Pierre dateng,, meramaikan suasana aja, sama makan bareng.. hehe.. Sorenya Bulek Ninik dan Oom Arifin dateng juga, sidak,, tau-tau telfon dan muncul.. Thanks for visiting.. untung rumahnya udah lumayan rapi,, dan bak mandi hadiah Bulek buat Kiddy udah dirakit dan bertengger manis di kamar Kiddy.. :) hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumat malam, my first night at Vila.. Agak gak bisa tidur juga, masih adjust sama tempat baru, plus kamar digelapin abis sama my Hubby (secara nggak bisa tidur pake lampu, tapi lampu tidurnya belum ketemu di mana.. haha..).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabtu, tinggal ngerapihin barang-barang aja. Terutama yang printilan. Masukin baju ke lemari, pernik-pernik ke laci dan meja, dll. Mama n Papa stayed there all day,, sampe midnight. Pakmas, Tante Titien, Mbak Lucy, Arwin n Maxi berkunjung sore-sore. Kita minum teh anget dan goreng pisang deh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabtu malem tidur di sana lagi. Agak berat juga naik turun tangga dengan perut yang ndut ini. Satu hari maksimal cuma 3 kali naik-turun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minggu,, keluarga pondok gede yang dateng.. plus Mama, Papa, Mbak Dyah dan Pierre. Potong tumpeng nasi kuning (simbolis aja..) dan makan nasi liwet dan bakmi singapore.. ditambah es kelapa muda dan pudding coklat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fyuuuh capek juga.. tapi puas,, done right on schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope the house will be our home, which give warmth, safety, love and all the good things for our family and everyone coming into our home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(also read: &lt;a href="http://mylittlean9el.blogspot.com/2008/03/home-for-you.html"&gt;http://mylittlean9el.blogspot.com/2008/03/home-for-you.html&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36099152-2577517467395608893?l=wikawiks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/feeds/2577517467395608893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36099152&amp;postID=2577517467395608893&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/2577517467395608893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/2577517467395608893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/2008/03/pindahan.html' title='Pindahan...'/><author><name>Wika Surowidjojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17627107605829987417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/TJiQVdSi9lI/AAAAAAAAAWg/WVzvN0aN8nk/S220/me+and+calya+(edit).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36099152.post-7911077779726433947</id><published>2008-03-24T12:25:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T12:37:11.261+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Demotivated</title><content type='html'>A good place to work requires at least a good and reputable company, good appreciation and renumeration, good scope of work (including a challenging one!) and a good working enviroment (that also means good teamwork and leader).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and one of the above items, I don't have...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36099152-7911077779726433947?l=wikawiks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/feeds/7911077779726433947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36099152&amp;postID=7911077779726433947&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/7911077779726433947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/7911077779726433947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/2008/03/demotivated.html' title='Demotivated'/><author><name>Wika Surowidjojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17627107605829987417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/TJiQVdSi9lI/AAAAAAAAAWg/WVzvN0aN8nk/S220/me+and+calya+(edit).jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36099152.post-6172598918199647244</id><published>2008-02-19T13:57:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T14:21:53.902+07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Old Time Sake</title><content type='html'>It was so lovely,,, last weekend I spent the night at Mbak Dyah's, my beloved sister.. Her husband was staying at the hospital, taking care of his mom who was hospitalized.. and my hubby was on duty to Medan for the weekend. What a coincidence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168586968133023858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/R7qCdpJIOHI/AAAAAAAAAJs/wWVp3KX5oAo/s320/DSC00887.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;picture was taken at Mbak Dyah's home, but was take almost a year ago&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sri, our 'life-time' housekeeper was also staying there to accompany us. Mbak Dyah, who just returned from Bangkok last week, got both her ankles injured during her trip to Bangkok (too much shopping I guess.. hahaha...), so she couldn't walk fast and too long. While myself, during my 7th month pregnancy, also couldn't walk too long and fast either. Hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here we were, staying at her house almost the whole weekend. I arrived there at about 5 p.m. saturday afternoon. We had some chit chat, watched the video of her and her husband during their visit to BKK, saw the pictures of my 7th month pregnancy traditional ceremony (mitoni)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner were prepared by Sri.. since neither of us could walk outside and go to supermarket. No car,, and no fit feet... Hehehe... Sri came a little bit late in the afternoon with some grocery with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the night and the next morning were spent by watching tivi.. and eating. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, our parents finally decided to visit us. Their first plan was to go to PIM, after visiting Pierre's mom and Eyang Tari (both were sick). They asked us if we wanted to join them at PIM. But we've already prepared for lunch at home... (as usual, they always came up with changing plan in last minutes.. hehe..). So, they finally decided to cancel PIM and went to Mbak Dyah's home. Hehehe.. and they came with some more food... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we ended up having lunch together.. just the 4 of us.. with Sri assisting us.. just like the old times.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 4 p.m. my hubby picked me up and we went home.. We had an early sleep that night. It was raining.. and it felt so good to be in his arms.. Welcome home hunny...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36099152-6172598918199647244?l=wikawiks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/feeds/6172598918199647244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36099152&amp;postID=6172598918199647244&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/6172598918199647244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/6172598918199647244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/2008/02/for-old-time-sake.html' title='For Old Time Sake'/><author><name>Wika Surowidjojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17627107605829987417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/TJiQVdSi9lI/AAAAAAAAAWg/WVzvN0aN8nk/S220/me+and+calya+(edit).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/R7qCdpJIOHI/AAAAAAAAAJs/wWVp3KX5oAo/s72-c/DSC00887.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36099152.post-8213257980966637099</id><published>2008-02-12T15:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T15:11:23.956+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Upacara 7 Bulanan (Mitoni)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dalam tradisi Jawa, bagi kehamilan pertama yang telah mencapai usia 7 bulan kehamilan, diadakan upacara syukuran atau selamatan atas kehamilan tersebut. Tujuannya adalah untuk mengucap syukur karena telah melalui tahap 7 bulan pertama kehamilan dengan selamat dan mohon keselamatan bagi cabang bayi dan sang ibu dalam menjalani tahap akhir kehamilan dan dalam proses persalinan kelak. Tujuan tambahan bagi kami adalah turut melestarikan adat istiadat yang selama ini ada.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Setelah beberapa kali mengalami perubahan jadwal, akhirnya kami melaksanakan upacara mitoni untuk calon buah hati kami, si Kiddy (panggilan sayang kami kepadanya selama dia dalam kandungan) pada hari Sabtu, 9 Februari 2008. Hari tersebut dipilih dengan pertimbangan bahwa upacara mitoni sebaiknya dilakukan di hari Rabu atau Sabtu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saya sebenarnya hanya ingat beberapa hal yang biasa dilakukan dalam upacara mitoni tersebut berdasarkan pengalaman masa kecil, di mana Nini saya almarhumah (nenek) biasa menyelenggarakan upacara tersebut bagi Oom-oom dan Tante-tante saya, serta bagi kerabat lainnya. Sekarang ini sulit mencari buku referensi mengenai bagaimana penyelenggaraan upacara tersebut. Thank you to technology, informasi tersebut bisa saya dapat hanya dengan browsing via internet. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Terima kasih kepada berbagai sumber yang telah memberikan informasi tersebut.Karena itulah, saya dalam kesempatan ini juga ingin membagi sedikit pengetahuan mengenai penyelenggaraan upacara mitoni kepada pembaca blog saya. Mudah-mudahan informasi ini bisa berguna bagi pasangan calon ayah dan ibu lainnya.. &lt;/p&gt;Baca juga ulasan lengkapnya pada &lt;a href="http://mylittlean9el.blogspot.com/2008/02/7-bulanan-mitoni.html"&gt;http://mylittlean9el.blogspot.com/2008/02/7-bulanan-mitoni.html&lt;/a&gt; dan ulasan lengkap lainnya pada &lt;a href="http://mylittlean9el.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://mylittlean9el.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36099152-8213257980966637099?l=wikawiks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/feeds/8213257980966637099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36099152&amp;postID=8213257980966637099&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/8213257980966637099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/8213257980966637099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/2008/02/upacara-7-bulanan-mitoni.html' title='Upacara 7 Bulanan (Mitoni)'/><author><name>Wika Surowidjojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17627107605829987417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/TJiQVdSi9lI/AAAAAAAAAWg/WVzvN0aN8nk/S220/me+and+calya+(edit).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36099152.post-1224040495449451905</id><published>2008-01-08T18:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T18:30:38.712+07:00</updated><title type='text'>ARYA AND ARIEL: kisah dalam sepotong kaos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/R4NdwPlcLvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/_z4jJWyGc7E/s1600-h/ariel+arya+in+t-shirt.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153065482040651506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/R4NdwPlcLvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/_z4jJWyGc7E/s320/ariel+arya+in+t-shirt.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/R4NdwflcLwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/vIHzchz8enk/s1600-h/funny+t-shirt.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153065486335618818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/R4NdwflcLwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/vIHzchz8enk/s320/funny+t-shirt.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On new year’s eve, Mbak Dyah and Pierre gave Arya and Ariel a funny gift, a T-shirt with 2 holes for their heads, but only 2 holes for arms (1 for Arya’s right arm and the other one for Ariel’s left arm). Well, you should see the picture.. Hehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, they wore the T-shirt during the countdown to 2008.. the T-shirt says: KITA INI BUKAN HANYA SEKEDAR SEHIDUP SEMATI, TAPI JUGA SEHIDUP SE-T-SHIRT.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha…&lt;br /&gt;Happily ever after you love birds…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36099152-1224040495449451905?l=wikawiks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/feeds/1224040495449451905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36099152&amp;postID=1224040495449451905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/1224040495449451905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/1224040495449451905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/2008/01/arya-and-ariel-kisah-dalam-sepotong.html' title='ARYA AND ARIEL: kisah dalam sepotong kaos'/><author><name>Wika Surowidjojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17627107605829987417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/TJiQVdSi9lI/AAAAAAAAAWg/WVzvN0aN8nk/S220/me+and+calya+(edit).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/R4NdwPlcLvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/_z4jJWyGc7E/s72-c/ariel+arya+in+t-shirt.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36099152.post-4220645911533133533</id><published>2008-01-08T13:21:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T13:24:54.594+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A LITTLE STORY ABOUT BAYU’S SUNATAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/R4MXJflcLqI/AAAAAAAAAGk/QRTj3Dwbi5E/s1600-h/DSC02059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152987850506776226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/R4MXJflcLqI/AAAAAAAAAGk/QRTj3Dwbi5E/s200/DSC02059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/R4MW5vlcLoI/AAAAAAAAAGU/nkp6O91CJxA/s1600-h/DSC02059.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My cousin, Bayu just being ‘sunat’ on 28 December 2007. He finally decided to do that after seeing the doctor who helped him with the whole process. It took only 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, on Saturday, 29 Dec 2007 we all came to Bayu’s sunatan celebration at his home. We brought some money as a gift to him, so called ‘salam tempel’. He put the money into his piggy bank he just got from Mbak Dyah on Christmas. Every money inserted into that red piggy bank will sound ‘oink oink..’. Hehehe.. funny piggy bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/R4MW6PlcLpI/AAAAAAAAAGc/szdErSimLfA/s1600-h/DSC02133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152987588513771154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/R4MW6PlcLpI/AAAAAAAAAGc/szdErSimLfA/s200/DSC02133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were surprised when Mbak Lia, one of my cousins, asked him to show his penis with the result of the ‘sunat’,, and Bayu, with no doubt showed it to her. It’s just simply because she has ‘paid’ him through the salam tempel. Hahaha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mbak Dyah and I didn’t want to miss that once in a lifetime opportunity.. we asked Bayu to show us that ‘thing’ too. Hehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But.. having seen ‘that’, we deliberately screamed… ‘yiieks… eeeuugh…’ Oooh, can’t describe it.. we rather not see it in the first place. Bayu laughed at us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Bayu, hope you’ll get better soon and grow much bigger and taller…I think that was one of his happy day.. not to mention that he got so much money from all of us.. also in different currencies.. hahaa…&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/36099152-4220645911533133533?l=wikawiks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/feeds/4220645911533133533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36099152&amp;postID=4220645911533133533&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/4220645911533133533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/4220645911533133533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/2008/01/little-story-about-bayus-sunatan.html' title='A LITTLE STORY ABOUT BAYU’S SUNATAN'/><author><name>Wika Surowidjojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17627107605829987417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/TJiQVdSi9lI/AAAAAAAAAWg/WVzvN0aN8nk/S220/me+and+calya+(edit).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/R4MXJflcLqI/AAAAAAAAAGk/QRTj3Dwbi5E/s72-c/DSC02059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36099152.post-1410600931592732634</id><published>2008-01-07T13:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T13:32:02.760+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A THOUGHT OF 2007</title><content type='html'>2007 was a year full of so many important things in my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started in the beginning of the 2007, when Nini had the attack and passed away in January 2007. It was a big loss for all of us.. a person who has been a center of our lives, our godmother, our foundation of love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that’s life.. and this is the circle of life.. not much later than January, there was a happy news knowing that Intan is pregnant. Banu and Intan were expecting a baby. A new life was about to begin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also experience a moment when I had to make a very hard decision in my life. I just hoped that it was for a good cause, although I knew for sure that I had hurt someone I respect and love so much by taking that decision. I just kept asking God to guide me so that was the right thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By being on our own now, (without Nini at our side), we were more convinced to decide to move out to our new home at Bukit Nirvana. We didn’t have to worry anymore that we might leave Nini alone at Cilandak. We moved in to Bukit Nirvana in May 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few months later, in August, just about our 2nd wedding anniversary, my hubby and I got this wonderful news. The answer to our prayers… Doctor said that I am also pregnant. It was just like the most precious anniversary gift for us.&lt;br /&gt; Dear God, thank you for all of these big steps in my life. I believe that everything happened for a reason. Hope 2008 will bring us more happiness, health, success, love and joy. Please keep us in Your guide always…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36099152-1410600931592732634?l=wikawiks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/feeds/1410600931592732634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36099152&amp;postID=1410600931592732634&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/1410600931592732634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/1410600931592732634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/2008/01/thought-of-2007.html' title='A THOUGHT OF 2007'/><author><name>Wika Surowidjojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17627107605829987417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/TJiQVdSi9lI/AAAAAAAAAWg/WVzvN0aN8nk/S220/me+and+calya+(edit).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36099152.post-4009864227975188553</id><published>2008-01-07T13:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T18:21:11.521+07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE NEW  YEAR'S EVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/R4Nb4vlcLrI/AAAAAAAAAGs/336VexGpPSY/s1600-h/gather.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153063429046283954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/R4Nb4vlcLrI/AAAAAAAAAGs/336VexGpPSY/s200/gather.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like last year, we gathered at Bintaro to celebrate new year…it was a year ago when Nini joined the new year eve 2007.. our last gathering with her before the attack. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/R4Nb5PlcLsI/AAAAAAAAAG0/p1vL4JLg0uI/s1600-h/gathering.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153063437636218562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/R4Nb5PlcLsI/AAAAAAAAAG0/p1vL4JLg0uI/s200/gathering.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time we have more companies, the Olsons were also joining us, Rod, Anna and Ariel. Plus Arya of course,, and another new member in our family, the one-month-old Bana..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/R4Nb5vlcLuI/AAAAAAAAAHE/QImQR-CgzYM/s1600-h/DSC02087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153063446226153186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/R4Nb5vlcLuI/AAAAAAAAAHE/QImQR-CgzYM/s200/DSC02087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We started with BBQ from Ranch Market. Two ranch market’s staffs were there to help us with the barbeque. Fyuuh, so we don’t need to be around the smoky BBQ pan. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;We had meat, fish, shrimp and chicken. Well, I only ate the fish and chicken. Plus there were also angel hair, fish soup and others. Not to mentioned the snacks all around us. We didn’t stop eating while waiting for the midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/R4Nb5flcLtI/AAAAAAAAAG8/DqChk85ftsw/s1600-h/pijit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153063441931185874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/R4Nb5flcLtI/AAAAAAAAAG8/DqChk85ftsw/s200/pijit.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy New Year 2008…&lt;br /&gt;The sound of the trumpets was all around the house…&lt;br /&gt;Then we started the fireworks party at the backyard. It was great fun. Happy New Year everyone.. wishing all of you health, happiness, success, love, blessing and joy throughout the year and ahead…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… and we all went home at about 1.30 a.m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36099152-4009864227975188553?l=wikawiks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/feeds/4009864227975188553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36099152&amp;postID=4009864227975188553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/4009864227975188553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/4009864227975188553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-years-eve.html' title='THE NEW  YEAR&apos;S EVE'/><author><name>Wika Surowidjojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17627107605829987417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/TJiQVdSi9lI/AAAAAAAAAWg/WVzvN0aN8nk/S220/me+and+calya+(edit).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/R4Nb4vlcLrI/AAAAAAAAAGs/336VexGpPSY/s72-c/gather.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36099152.post-2805247911801638057</id><published>2007-12-26T17:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T07:56:22.571+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arya-Ariel Wedding Reception</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/R3RJO_lcLZI/AAAAAAAAAEg/4f0FZVod3-E/s1600-h/the+cousins.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148820795926785426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/R3RJO_lcLZI/AAAAAAAAAEg/4f0FZVod3-E/s320/the+cousins.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Dharmawangsa Hotel, December 20th, 2007&lt;br /&gt;7.00 p.m. – 9.00 p.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally.. the big day arrived..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day before the D day, we gathered at the hotel for the general rehearsal in the afternoon. Some of us already took an office leave, while the others like myself and my hubby took a half day working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on after lunch I first ran for a quick manicure and pedicure… I’ve been planning to have French manicure for the D day and been maintaining my nails to a level they could be ready for the French manicure.. hehe.. although due to my pregnancy I started to scratching my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The GR went well, with some funny parts, especially because it is the first time for Arya, Ariel and Ariel’s parents (and they haven’t seen this kind of traditions before). Afterward, the adults went to a family dinner, while we are, the younger went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;On December 20th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;We started the day with sholat Eid Ul Adha first. Then we got ready to the hotel. Most of the main members of the wedding committee were gathered there at about 9.00 a.m. The decoration has started its work. It’s fabulous. The flowers were so beautiful!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 2 p.m. the rest of the committees have joined us. The ‘penerima tamu, pager ayu, pager bagus’ have arrived and got ready for make ups, hair style and the kebaya/beskap uniform. We also did the same. It was a little bit chaos, but finally resolved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 5.00 p.m. (well, it went a little bit late than expected) the traditional ceremony was held. Arya-Ariel were to do the sungkeman process and some other traditional ceremony; and followed by family and committee pictures. It went fine… (and let the main committee keep a little secret story about this.. hehe..).&lt;br /&gt;Most of our families, even from out of town were there to witness the ceremony. Thank you, thank you so much for coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a light dinner for the committee, we prepared for the reception at 7.00 p.m. It was raining the whole afternoon, but at 7 the rain stopped and surprisingly people still came on time. The parade of the bride &amp;amp; groom, their parents and their close family (including my mom and dad) was so long, led by 9 beautiful Javanese dancers. The dance in front of the stage took about 15 minutes, followed by an introduction by the master of ceremony and speech from Oom Palgunadi (which took another 15 minutes). That resulted in a long line of guests queuing to give the bride &amp;amp; the groom best wishes. The line was up to the hotel lobby where people get off from their cars and they were stuck for about 20 minutes (until the speech finished and they could start giving their greetings to the couple).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mbak Dyah, Wiro and I were the ones standby at the lobby/foyer. So we were the ones who saw the ‘traffic’ of the queuing guests; while the others (Mbak Lucy, my hubby and Pierre) who were at the ballroom couldn’t make any anticipation action (by opening the door from the ballroom to the dining room) to reduce the crowd. Well, finally the chaos was over as they guests started walking slowly toward the happy couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent most of the time with the ‘pager ayu and pager bagus’, as where I was posted and in charge of, so I didn’t have much time to have chit chat with the other families. Thank you guys for all the help.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But overall, the reception was a blast!! It was great, the food, the decoration, the committee, the guests, everything..!! Congratulations to Arya and Ariel.. hope your new family will always filled with love, happiness and blessing from God. Oom (Arya’s dad), you can take a relief breath now.. hehe… congrats to you too…&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148820800221752738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/R3RJPPlcLaI/AAAAAAAAAEo/vvJHplcxfVU/s320/wika-ipung.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36099152-2805247911801638057?l=wikawiks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/feeds/2805247911801638057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36099152&amp;postID=2805247911801638057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/2805247911801638057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/2805247911801638057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/2007/12/arya-ariel-wedding-reception.html' title='Arya-Ariel Wedding Reception'/><author><name>Wika Surowidjojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17627107605829987417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/TJiQVdSi9lI/AAAAAAAAAWg/WVzvN0aN8nk/S220/me+and+calya+(edit).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/R3RJO_lcLZI/AAAAAAAAAEg/4f0FZVod3-E/s72-c/the+cousins.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36099152.post-1913976795781071783</id><published>2007-12-18T13:39:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T13:12:30.160+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pacific Place</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pure Restaurant&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152611667206221250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/R4HBAvlcLcI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Ku8dHpsgqFg/s200/us.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brand new mall located at SCBD. It is still on its soft opening, but about 40% of the stores are already open. We had Mbak Dyah birthday lunch at “Pure”, an organic resto but with a very tasty food. I ordered deep fried dory fish with tartar sauce and fresh salad, plus French fries as the side dish. Tasty…!! The fish was so juicy and soft. Papa also had the same thing. My hubby ordered marinara pasta with tomato sauce (its actually dory and salmon fish). Also yummy.. Mbak Dyah had a enoki mushroom covered with sukiyaki beef with rice. Looks delicious too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were offered herbal tea, and there was this special tea called “Mom to be”. I had that one, it’s a combination of peppermint and other herbal. Nice also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152612771012816402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/R4HCA_lcLhI/AAAAAAAAAFg/u7wlCIsWkkY/s200/Mother+to+be+tea.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just about when we were leaving Pure, the waiter asked us to go back to our seat. There was actually a surprise prepared for Mbak Dyah.. She got a piece of chocolate cake (also organic one, low cholesterol and low sugar… hehe..) and the waiters were singing ‘happy birthday’ to her.. Nice thing to make her happier in her happy day (and a little ashamed at the same time).. hehe.. Thanks to Pierre, her lovely romantic husband.. :D &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152612758127914498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/R4HCAPlcLgI/AAAAAAAAAFY/v7PFfTtkKzI/s200/bday+cake+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pacific Place itself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152611714450861554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/R4HBDflcLfI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/FT1BHcWWb2k/s200/PP.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mall itself is so huge and having this great layouts. My favorite place is the food section with the boat and sea decoration. You see it for yourself. And you should also see the toilet at the food section,, it’s just different from the usual ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here’s the picture if you want to see..&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/36099152-1913976795781071783?l=wikawiks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/feeds/1913976795781071783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36099152&amp;postID=1913976795781071783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/1913976795781071783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/1913976795781071783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/2007/12/pacific-place.html' title='The Pacific Place'/><author><name>Wika Surowidjojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17627107605829987417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/TJiQVdSi9lI/AAAAAAAAAWg/WVzvN0aN8nk/S220/me+and+calya+(edit).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/R4HBAvlcLcI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Ku8dHpsgqFg/s72-c/us.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36099152.post-340283354220223749</id><published>2007-12-18T13:38:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T12:55:35.164+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday of the Decembers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/R4G-wPlcLbI/AAAAAAAAAEw/MQ8xF8JZbcw/s1600-h/Tiup+lilinnya+(sml).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152609184715124146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/R4G-wPlcLbI/AAAAAAAAAEw/MQ8xF8JZbcw/s320/Tiup+lilinnya+(sml).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the 15th of December is the birthday of Eyang Poer, Bulek Ninik and Mbak Dyah. On the day, we had lunch (Mbak Dyah, Pierre, Mama, Papa, Ipung and myself – plus Kiddy of course) at Pacific Place (see the posting of “the Pacific Place”).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after, on Sunday, we gathered at Bintaro for breakfast. The big family went to cemetery earlier, at about 7.30 a.m. to pray for Aki, who passed away 8 years ago (on December 18th to be more precise). After than, all went to Bintaro. Ipung and I went directly to Bintaro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had birthday breakfast with the December birthdays.. Eyang Bin and Eyang Tati were also there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Menado porridge and Timlo Solo as the main menu. Beside that, we also had some snacks from Okky &amp;amp; Paul, my mom’s almond pudding, fresh mango and birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gathering were closed with discussion about Arya-Ariel D day and our trip plan for the end/new year.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Eyang Poer, Bulek Ninik and Mbak Dyah.. many happy returns…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36099152-340283354220223749?l=wikawiks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/feeds/340283354220223749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36099152&amp;postID=340283354220223749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/340283354220223749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/340283354220223749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/2007/12/birthday-of-decembers.html' title='Birthday of the Decembers'/><author><name>Wika Surowidjojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17627107605829987417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/TJiQVdSi9lI/AAAAAAAAAWg/WVzvN0aN8nk/S220/me+and+calya+(edit).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/R4G-wPlcLbI/AAAAAAAAAEw/MQ8xF8JZbcw/s72-c/Tiup+lilinnya+(sml).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36099152.post-5742151984852925277</id><published>2007-12-18T13:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T13:38:23.518+07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Days to Go</title><content type='html'>3 days before the D day of Arya-Ariel wedding reception.&lt;br /&gt;Emails are coming more frequently.. updating recent progress and news about the wedding preparation. Bulek Ninik, my aunt, who is the chief of the wedding committee has prepared the final versions (its plural, due to the variety of the documents) of the files related to the wedding preparation.. start with the round down of the event, list of committee members and vendors, lay out of the decoration of the reception, lay out of the rooms to be used by the committees, lay out the ‘pager ayu, pager bagus, reception and among tamu’ will be standing, itinerary of the Olsons during their staying in Jakarta..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just so worry that my kebaya is not finish yet.. hopefully Mbak Titie will make it before the D day (which suppose to be tomorrow).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update report will be posted after the D day..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36099152-5742151984852925277?l=wikawiks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/feeds/5742151984852925277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36099152&amp;postID=5742151984852925277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/5742151984852925277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/5742151984852925277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/2007/12/3-days-to-go.html' title='3 Days to Go'/><author><name>Wika Surowidjojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17627107605829987417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/TJiQVdSi9lI/AAAAAAAAAWg/WVzvN0aN8nk/S220/me+and+calya+(edit).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36099152.post-1382328696464143306</id><published>2007-12-07T11:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T11:33:55.086+07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 weeks to go</title><content type='html'>yesterday was 2 weeks before the big day for Arya and Ariel... (and of course for Oom and Tante)... December 20th, 2007, would be the wedding reception of Arya-Ariel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had big technical meeting with all the committee members and vendors of the event yesterday. Many of us took a day or half day leave from office to be able to go to the meeting. We have also been through many meetings 2 months beforehand.. Bulek Ninik, acting as the chief committee, is the best chief ever. She always prepares handouts and power point presentation for the meetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everything will be ready for the big day... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36099152-1382328696464143306?l=wikawiks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/feeds/1382328696464143306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36099152&amp;postID=1382328696464143306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/1382328696464143306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/1382328696464143306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/2007/12/2-weeks-to-go.html' title='2 weeks to go'/><author><name>Wika Surowidjojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17627107605829987417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/TJiQVdSi9lI/AAAAAAAAAWg/WVzvN0aN8nk/S220/me+and+calya+(edit).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36099152.post-3666614159614617676</id><published>2007-11-23T07:49:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T08:08:34.174+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My biRthDaY</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;NOVEMBER 21ST, 2007&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday has always been one of my favorite days of the year…(I think I’ve mentioned that before somewhere…)&lt;br /&gt;It is the day when I am reminded how blessed and lucky I am being surrounded by so many family and friends who love and care for me so much…&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is more precious in your birthday than greetings through kisses, hugs, phone calls, sms and emails from them… &lt;br /&gt;It started with my husband as the first person to wish me happy birthday, on 00.30 a.m. (well, actually it was because I coincidently woke up because I needed to go to the toilet. He usually wakes up too to see what I’m doing. And at that time, when he looked at the time, it was 00.30, so it’s already my birthday… hahaha…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an IPod, 80GB… one thing I planned to buy him last month… but on the contrary, I am the one who gets the IPod. Hehehe… we’ve been planning to have it for our baby-on-the-way… so we can play him/her many music… thanks honey… :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought some cakes to the office for my friends. Surprisingly, they also know that it is my birthday… *well, thanks to Irma who spread the news to most of them in the morning… hehe.. * I also got many phone calls, sms and emails from my aunties and uncles… and of course friends, especially from Maya, all my bestfriends from college and so many friends from LGS… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for your wishes and prays… Amin Amin Amiiiiin….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask God, please keep me in Your guard and guide me to become a better person, a wiser one, a more mature one,,, as a wife, as a mother (to-be), as a member of a big family, as a person in her community…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36099152-3666614159614617676?l=wikawiks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/feeds/3666614159614617676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36099152&amp;postID=3666614159614617676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/3666614159614617676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/3666614159614617676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-birthday.html' title='My biRthDaY'/><author><name>Wika Surowidjojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17627107605829987417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/TJiQVdSi9lI/AAAAAAAAAWg/WVzvN0aN8nk/S220/me+and+calya+(edit).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36099152.post-7004066654609066218</id><published>2007-11-15T07:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T08:03:03.910+07:00</updated><title type='text'>back to work</title><content type='html'>iya,, back to work.. bukan bike to work.. hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akhirnya hari senin kemarin, 12 Nov 2007 aku masuk lagi ke kantor setelah 3 mingguan gak kerja.. (plus pas libur lebaran).. 10 hari di rumah sakit dan 2 mingguan di rumah karena si pankreatritis. (see = &lt;a href="http://mylittlean9el.blogspot.com/2007/11/hospitalized.html"&gt;Hospitalized&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secara sekarang jalanan macet banget, ditambah pembangunan busway di ruas jalan pondok indah,, cinere macetnya minta ampyuuun di pagi hari. jam 5.45 aja cinere raya udah macet. akhirnya kita mesti berangkat jam 5.30 dan lewat gandul.. itu baru lancar. sampai kantor jam 7 pagi atau 7 lewat dikit lah. alhasil punya waktu untuk santai2 dan buka blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kemarin, di hari ke-3 masuk kantor, udah lembur sampe jam 8 gara-gara conference call ke prancis untuk nego suatu kontrak. huhh... laparr kan.. sama takut kecapean gitu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah, rindu temen-temen kantor dan temen-temen LGS. Nanti mau ketemu the Gals from LGS (Irma, Dinar, Tiessa dan Evi yang udah 9 bulan hamil).. hihihi.. minggu depan evi udah perkiraan melahirkan, jadi waktu yang enak cuma minggu ini aja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seneng banget banyak sekali saudara dan temen yang telfon &amp;amp; sms nanyain kesehatanku dan si kecil.. terima kasih untuk doa dan perhatiannya yaa semuaa.. terharu deh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semoga aku dan si kiddy/kiddo sehat-sehat selalu yaaa.. Amin..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36099152-7004066654609066218?l=wikawiks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/feeds/7004066654609066218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36099152&amp;postID=7004066654609066218&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/7004066654609066218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/7004066654609066218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/2007/11/back-to-work.html' title='back to work'/><author><name>Wika Surowidjojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17627107605829987417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/TJiQVdSi9lI/AAAAAAAAAWg/WVzvN0aN8nk/S220/me+and+calya+(edit).jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36099152.post-2158951369481187031</id><published>2007-11-15T07:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T07:43:45.248+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A sweet thought of you..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Aih... kalo inget suami sendiri saat aku di rumah sakit.. makin cinta deh rasanyaa.. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEMPURNA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Andra and The Backbone&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau begitu sempurna&lt;br /&gt;Dimataku kau begitu indah&lt;br /&gt;kau membuat diriku&lt;br /&gt;akan slalu memujimu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disetiap langkahku&lt;br /&gt;Kukan slalu memikirkan dirimu&lt;br /&gt;Tak bisa kubayangkan hidupku tanpa cintamu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Janganlah kau tinggalkan diriku&lt;br /&gt;Takkan mampu menghadapi semua&lt;br /&gt;Hanya bersamamu.. ku akan bisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reff: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau adalah darahku&lt;br /&gt;Kau adalah jantungku&lt;br /&gt;Kau adalah hidupku&lt;br /&gt;Lengkapi diriku&lt;br /&gt;Oh sayangku, kau begitu...&lt;br /&gt;Sempurna..&lt;br /&gt;Sempurna..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau genggam tanganku&lt;br /&gt;Saat diriku lemah dan terjatuh&lt;br /&gt;Kau bisikkan kata dan hapus semua sesalku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36099152-2158951369481187031?l=wikawiks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/feeds/2158951369481187031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36099152&amp;postID=2158951369481187031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/2158951369481187031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/2158951369481187031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/2007/11/sweet-thought-of-you.html' title='A sweet thought of you..'/><author><name>Wika Surowidjojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17627107605829987417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/TJiQVdSi9lI/AAAAAAAAAWg/WVzvN0aN8nk/S220/me+and+calya+(edit).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36099152.post-1061034365342730991</id><published>2007-08-06T17:19:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T17:37:13.188+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nini 80th</title><content type='html'>5 August 1927&lt;br /&gt;80 tahun yang lalu.. Niniku lahir di dunia.. Seseorang yang menjadi sumber cinta kasih dan inspirasi bagi begitu banyak orang lain.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namun Allah berkehendak lain… Nini tidak sempat merayakan ulang tahunnya yang ke-80 bersama kami. Tapi aku percaya, kehendak Allah adalah yang terbaik. Mungkin saja Nini merayakannya bersama dengan Aki.. Yang jelas, kami sekeluarga besar mengenang hari kelahiran Nini di tanggal 5 Agustus 2007 kemarin. Kami berziarah ke makam Nini. Jam 16.30, saat matahari sudah tidak terlalu panas, kami berdatangan ke tanah kusir. Mendoakan Nini dan Aki.. Ugh, nggak tahan deh untuk nggak nangis.. I miss you so much Ni..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari makam kami menuju rumah Bintaro. Setelah magrib kita akan membacakan tahlil untuk Nini dan Aki (Aki juga baru berulang tahun tanggal 22 Juli yang lalu. Waktu itu kita juga ziarah ke makam). Di samping itu, juga kita akan mendoakan Arya dan Ariel yang akan menikah tanggal 19 Agustus 2007 ini. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keluarga besar Surowidjojo datang juga. Keponakan-keponakan Nini dan Aki, cucu keponakan, dan lain-lain datang. Selepas doa, kita makan bersama dan ngobrol sampai malam. Jam 10.30 baru semua ‘dipaksa’ bubar,, karena udah kemalaman dan besok mesti kerja. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nini.. walaupun Nini sudah tidak ada, tapi masih juga bisa mengumpulkan saudara-saudara dari mana-mana. Bahkan yang sudah beberapa tahun belakangan ini nggak pernah kumpul bareng, bersedia datang tadi malam. Bahkan sejak peringatan 40 hari-nya Nini, kita punya milis KBSurowidjojo (Keluarga Besar Surowidjojo). Itu semua berkat Nini.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku ingat ulang tahun terakhir Nini, 5 Agustus 2006.. di villa Oom di Cisarua, Puncak. Keluarga besar, teman-teman kompleks dan teman-teman dekat di senam PKO Nini hadir. Terharu deh, ngeliat eyang-eyang udah pada tua dan jalannya susah, tapi masih bersedia meluangkan waktunya pergi jauh-jauh ke cisarua untuk ultah Nini. Betul-betul senang waktu melihat mereka juga had a good time waktu itu. Ditambah lagi wajah ceria sebagian teman Nini yang mungkin jarang dapat kesempatan berekreasi keluar kota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waktu itu aku ingat betul,, waktu sholat di hari itu,, aku berdoa,, mengucap syukur atas usia dan kesehatan Nini.. atas kita bisa berkumpul bersama dan mensyukurinya.. aku juga mohon pada Allah, supaya Nini diberi kesehatan dan kesempatan untuk dapat merayakan ulang tahunnya di tahun depan dan tahun-tahun mendatang.. dan kami diberi kesempatan untuk mensyukurinya bersama Nini.. Tapi Allah punya rencana lain.. 5 bulan setelahnya, Nini dipanggil Allah.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NI.. I MISS YOU EVERYDAY... SO MUUUCH... &lt;br /&gt;I THINK OF YOU EVERYDAY... &lt;br /&gt;AND PRAY FOR YOU EVERYDAY.. &lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU NI... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some pics of Nini 79th birthday last year..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36099152-1061034365342730991?l=wikawiks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/feeds/1061034365342730991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36099152&amp;postID=1061034365342730991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/1061034365342730991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/1061034365342730991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/2007/08/nini-80th.html' title='Nini 80th'/><author><name>Wika Surowidjojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17627107605829987417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/TJiQVdSi9lI/AAAAAAAAAWg/WVzvN0aN8nk/S220/me+and+calya+(edit).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36099152.post-1678327397340704611</id><published>2007-07-10T11:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T18:48:02.065+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMAH SENDOK WITH THE GIRLS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/RpMPkfFG2sI/AAAAAAAAACU/GlTszammhmE/s1600-h/DSC01292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085425523724049090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/RpMPkfFG2sI/AAAAAAAAACU/GlTszammhmE/s200/DSC01292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/RpMPkvFG2tI/AAAAAAAAACc/5BDRYUQ_ePU/s1600-h/DSC01295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085425528019016402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/RpMPkvFG2tI/AAAAAAAAACc/5BDRYUQ_ePU/s200/DSC01295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya makan bareng sama cewek-cewek LGS terjadi juga.. setelah 1 bulan ini ditunda-tunda terus… kali ini kolaborasi aku dan Jika yang jadi host-nya. Tanggal 5 Juli 2007, dinner di Omah Sendok, Jl. Mpu Sendok, Senopati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumah yang lucuu,,, dengan gaya rumah kuno yang hangat.. trus bisa juga makan di halaman belakang, outdoor by the pool dengan lampu-lampu kecil yang romantis. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;Tapi kita dapat duduk di dalam, karena halaman belakang semuanya di-booked sama orang lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Participants: aku-ipung, jika, irma-willi, dinar-janter-natasya, tiessa, wulan-michael-nadja-raia. Seru jugaa udah lama nggak ngumpul.. apalagi sama wulan, udah lama gak ketemu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food, hmm,, kok kayaknya nggak seenak pertama kali aku ke sana yaa..? agak biasa aja gituu.. although not so bad juga. Appetizer buat rame-rame: tahu pong, sosis solo dan ada satu lagi apa ya..? Aku pesen ‘nasi garang asem’.. hm, nggak seenak bikinan Niniku sendiri.. :) beberapa pesen iga bakar, sate ponorogo, sop tangkar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085425532313983714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/RpMPk_FG2uI/AAAAAAAAACk/pfXfxxgDrDo/s200/DSC01307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang paling asik, ngumpul-ngumpulnya itu sendiri.. thanks gals and guys..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36099152-1678327397340704611?l=wikawiks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/feeds/1678327397340704611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36099152&amp;postID=1678327397340704611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/1678327397340704611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/1678327397340704611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/2007/07/akhirnya-makan-bareng-sama-cewek-cewek.html' title=''/><author><name>Wika Surowidjojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17627107605829987417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/TJiQVdSi9lI/AAAAAAAAAWg/WVzvN0aN8nk/S220/me+and+calya+(edit).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/RpMPkfFG2sI/AAAAAAAAACU/GlTszammhmE/s72-c/DSC01292.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36099152.post-4592747046811934274</id><published>2007-07-03T13:36:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T13:52:28.159+07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOUSE WARMING THE SECOND</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/RonwsPFG2nI/AAAAAAAAABs/KB6shPhOQow/s1600-h/DSC00915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082858297217178226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/RonwsPFG2nI/AAAAAAAAABs/KB6shPhOQow/s200/DSC00915.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/RonwsfFG2oI/AAAAAAAAAB0/YpdfVyRBPKE/s1600-h/DSC00917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082858301512145538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/RonwsfFG2oI/AAAAAAAAAB0/YpdfVyRBPKE/s200/DSC00917.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The following week, 9 June 2007, we had the second round of house warming. This time was with my friends from LGS. It was a collaboration of our house warming and Irma-Tiessa-Jamal birthdays. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082858305807112866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/RonwsvFG2qI/AAAAAAAAACE/c2oa04YEKXE/s200/DSC00957.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was a blast!!&lt;br /&gt;Ipung and I (with help from Mama, Sri and Mbak Irah) prepared a set of NASI CAMPUR BALI, which turned out to be everybody’s favourite!! Wow, thanks for the compliment.. :)&lt;br /&gt;We also bought some BAKWAN MALANG CAK MAN as the refreshing ‘kuah-kuah’..&lt;br /&gt;Tiessa came with some snacks (potato chips, etc) and STRAWBERRY CHEESE CAKE from CHEESECAKE FACTORY.. what a dessert!!&lt;br /&gt;Irma brought some WATERMELON and delicious CHOCOLATE PUDDING..&lt;br /&gt;Jamal, who arrived quiet late,, hehe,, had the famous KAMBING RICA which everybody was waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;Dini also had some ICE CREAM with her..&lt;br /&gt;Perfect combination guys..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082858305807112850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/RonwsvFG2pI/AAAAAAAAAB8/-ckqSZTItGQ/s200/DSC00928.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house were really warmed by the attendance of Irma (with Willi n Ferrel), Jika, Tiessa (with Didi n Raska), Jamal, Dini, Rondang, Dinda, Dida, Dian, Icut, Didi, Vanda (and her friend), Nita and Ferry. [did I miss anyone? Hope not..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for coming.. although we know it’s very far… :) you guys really warmed our house.. and the next day, on Sunday, Adit and Nila came for dinner. We also cooked some dinner for them. Lovely… lovely…&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082858310102080178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/Ronws_FG2rI/AAAAAAAAACM/HXvu2937eaQ/s200/DSC00945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36099152-4592747046811934274?l=wikawiks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/feeds/4592747046811934274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36099152&amp;postID=4592747046811934274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/4592747046811934274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/4592747046811934274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/2007/07/house-warming-second.html' title='HOUSE WARMING THE SECOND'/><author><name>Wika Surowidjojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17627107605829987417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/TJiQVdSi9lI/AAAAAAAAAWg/WVzvN0aN8nk/S220/me+and+calya+(edit).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/RonwsPFG2nI/AAAAAAAAABs/KB6shPhOQow/s72-c/DSC00915.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36099152.post-3392037207123489174</id><published>2007-07-03T13:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T13:36:18.724+07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOUSE WARMING</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Finally Ipung and I moved in to our house at Bukit Nirvana in mid of May 2007… …after we thought we were ready to move in, the house is more or less ready for us and also after we thought that our ‘duty’ to take care of Nini has finally ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s so cozy being in our own home, especially where most of everything were prepared (although, indeed, took some times) as we wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first Sunday in June, the schedule of Surowidjojos visited Nini and Aki at Tanah Kusir, I invited them to come and warm our house for brunch after the visit to Tanah Kusir. Most of them in Jakarta came. Oom Tatak, Mbak Lucy and Banu couldn’t make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve prepared a set of NASI LIWET SOLO and SOTO KUDUS. Mama surprisingly also made a set of NASI KUNING. There were also serabi and some cakes for the snacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082854302897592930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/RontDvFG2mI/AAAAAAAAABk/7l6jmrvgDyw/s200/DSC00905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also bought a tent to be placed in our yard. We didn’t think anybody wanted to sit around the tent since it was so hot. But it turned out everybody was sitting there. When Tante Vita came later in the afternoon that day, they started discussing the Arya’s wedding plan there. Hehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also joined us, Mas Djoko and the funny little Ruben.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks all for coming…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082854298602625618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/RontDfFG2lI/AAAAAAAAABc/gUCWCuvs790/s200/DSC00904.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36099152-3392037207123489174?l=wikawiks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/feeds/3392037207123489174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36099152&amp;postID=3392037207123489174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/3392037207123489174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/3392037207123489174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/2007/07/house-warming.html' title='HOUSE WARMING'/><author><name>Wika Surowidjojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17627107605829987417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/TJiQVdSi9lI/AAAAAAAAAWg/WVzvN0aN8nk/S220/me+and+calya+(edit).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/RontDvFG2mI/AAAAAAAAABk/7l6jmrvgDyw/s72-c/DSC00905.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36099152.post-6436097120489220750</id><published>2007-07-03T10:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T10:48:11.657+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Gateway: BALI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/RonGfvFG2hI/AAAAAAAAAA8/m692Fx0CDsk/s1600-h/100_4136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082811902980446738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/RonGfvFG2hI/AAAAAAAAAA8/m692Fx0CDsk/s200/100_4136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/RonGfvFG2iI/AAAAAAAAABE/4jIpYdv5HKo/s1600-h/DSC01220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082811902980446754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/RonGfvFG2iI/AAAAAAAAABE/4jIpYdv5HKo/s200/DSC01220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/RonGgPFG2jI/AAAAAAAAABM/5GT_g24Ytzk/s1600-h/23062007+at+aston+sun+island+villa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082811911570381362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/RonGgPFG2jI/AAAAAAAAABM/5GT_g24Ytzk/s200/23062007+at+aston+sun+island+villa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/RonGgPFG2kI/AAAAAAAAABU/RPGJja43no0/s1600-h/DSC01168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082811911570381378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/RonGgPFG2kI/AAAAAAAAABU/RPGJja43no0/s200/DSC01168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The following week after the Jogja gateway, I had another gateway,,, to Bali.. this time with my new friends from the new office..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived in the afternoon and went directly had Crab Porridge at LAOTA. A yummy welcome meal with a refreshing vegetable juice. Then went to Kuta Paradiso, which turned out to be a not-as-expected hotel. The air conditioner went off at 2 a.m. in the morning so we had the technician came and fixed the trouble at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after unpacked our things, we went to BREEZE, at SAMARA, Seminyak. A great place. We had some drinks and snacks. The crème broulle was awesome!! We went back to the hotel at midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The next day, we started by walking around the shops at Kuta and started shopping. It ended at HardRock Hotel megastore, then we had lunch at BALI NIKMAT. A great seafood restaurant, especially its udang rebus and crab fried with salted eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we took tour to find another hotel. We browse hotels at Seminyak until we found the great ASTON hotel at Seminyak, but already close to Legian. It has its own private pool in each of the bungalow. Just perfect!! We took a cottage with 2 bedrooms, living room and dining room. Enough for the 9 of us (Mbak Ike, Mbak Bina, Mbak Wilse, Mbak Isof, Mbak Vina – who joined us later on, Mbak Shanti, Irma, Monik and me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further, we went to DISCOVERY at Kuta to see sunset.. it was almost late to see the sunset. We stopped for some coffee and heading to JIMBARAN for seafood.. yummeh.. seafood all the way..!! ow, well, we stopped for about an hour at Legian on our way to Jimbaran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Aston ‘early’ this time, at about 10.00 p.m. Mbak Vina, who just joined us from her proceeding in Jogja, has waited for us there. After some chit chats, as planned, we jumped to the private pool. The water was so cold that night. After experiencing that there were too many people in the pool, we decided to go to the hotel’s public pool. What a fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally finished swimming and ready for bed at about 1.00 or 2.00 a.m. what a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after, which was our last day in Bali, we started with busy dressing up in whites. After took some pictures, we went to Ubud. The plan was actually to see the gallery around Ubud first, but we then decided to go straight to BEBEK BENGIL to satisfy our hungry stomachs. Hehehe… Good food and great place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we were heading to PASAR SUKAWATI for some ‘oleh-oleh’. Then went back to Seminyak. Some of them revisited BREEZE for sunset, while Irma and I revisited Legian-Kuta for some more ‘oleh-oleh’. Hehehe.. but we finally made it to BREEZE for the sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 7.00 p.m. we returned to the hotel, took a bath and got ready to the airport. Mbak Vina and Mbak Shanti stayed for another night in Bali, the rest of us were going back to Jakarta. The flight was late at 11.30 p.m. (and delayed until about 00.10). It was another great weekend gateway..!! So much fun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also so happy to see my hubby’s face waited for me in the airport. Hey,, I’m back.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36099152-6436097120489220750?l=wikawiks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/feeds/6436097120489220750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36099152&amp;postID=6436097120489220750&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/6436097120489220750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/6436097120489220750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/2007/07/next-gateway-bali.html' title='Next Gateway: BALI'/><author><name>Wika Surowidjojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17627107605829987417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/TJiQVdSi9lI/AAAAAAAAAWg/WVzvN0aN8nk/S220/me+and+calya+(edit).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/RonGfvFG2hI/AAAAAAAAAA8/m692Fx0CDsk/s72-c/100_4136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36099152.post-2666166864422208794</id><published>2007-07-03T08:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T09:25:52.583+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jogja - Weekend Gateway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/RomzdvFG2bI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91R2getMq5w/s1600-h/DSC01081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/RomzdvFG2bI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91R2getMq5w/s200/DSC01081.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082790977899780530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/Romzd_FG2cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/PXuWn1wIXHY/s1600-h/DSC01088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/Romzd_FG2cI/AAAAAAAAAAU/PXuWn1wIXHY/s200/DSC01088.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082790982194747842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/Romzd_FG2dI/AAAAAAAAAAc/5ww-cLoPWPM/s1600-h/Ketep+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/Romzd_FG2dI/AAAAAAAAAAc/5ww-cLoPWPM/s200/Ketep+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082790982194747858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/RomzePFG2eI/AAAAAAAAAAk/F4ghSzZFv64/s1600-h/DSC01031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/RomzePFG2eI/AAAAAAAAAAk/F4ghSzZFv64/s200/DSC01031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082790986489715170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(15 June 2007), after office hour I ran to the airport.. had a plane to catch at 19.40 to go to Jogja.. I’m meeting my hubby there, who has been in Jogja since last Wednesday for work. There will be a family gathering held by my hubby’s office on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After succeeding passing through the traffic on Friday night (thank you Pak taxi driver..!!) I finally arrived at the airport. Go straight to the check in counter and almost fainted when the lady in counter said “Ibu, ini tiketnya untuk besok lho, bukan malam ini”. Gleg… it was scheduled for Saturday, though the same time as the flight I’m checking in at that time. Thank God there was a seat for me for the next flight that night.. pheww.. I called my hubby straight away and told him what just happened. His office’s travel agent is terrible…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the flight was delayed for almost an hour. So I ordered KFC for dinner and enjoyed hot soup and tea at airport’s lounge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, arrived in Jogja at about 9.30 p.m. Mas Ip and his colleagues (Mbak Yeni, Mbak Yuni and Rita) picked me up at the airport. We went straight to &lt;strong&gt;GABAH RESTO&lt;/strong&gt;.. a restaurant and lounge behind Novotel Hotel. A lovely resto.. * too bad I didn’t take any picture there.. still had a funny feeling in my stomach because of the flight.. * We met Mas Tanto and his girlfriend Wita there. One of Ipung’s friends also joined us later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we had drinks and snacks, we went to &lt;strong&gt;EMBASSY&lt;/strong&gt;,, it’s a new bar and lounge located in Hotel Garuda at Malioboro. We were entertained by Mas Tanto and his partner, Mas Didi, who are the event organizer of SH. Many ABG of Jogja were there.. there’s also a night life for ABG in Jogja.. hehehe.. There were also live music, which I discover was quiet impressive.. I started a little dizzy after the 3rd or 4th glass of coke mixed with jack daniels.. so really had to stop. I’ve asked Ipung to go to the hotel.. I’m tired already, it was over midnight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the entertainer asked us to move to other place, so called &lt;strong&gt;STADIUM&lt;/strong&gt;.. a place on the way to Adisucipto airport. Uuh,, tired… the place was more crowded there. It’s just like in Jakarta.. we stayed there until 3.00 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally arrived at the hotel.. I took a shower (can’t stand the smell of smoke from those places) and got some sleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saturday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up at 9.00 a.m. and got quick breakfast at the coffee shop. By the way, we stayed at Mercure hotel, a very lovely place, designed with Javanese-colonial style. It looks like Kembang Goela restaurant in Plasa Sentral, Sudirman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went ‘nyekar’ eyang Surowidjojo and went to Ipung’s house at Banyu Urip. It didn’t look as scary as I first went there 2 years ago.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;Then we joined Mbak Yeni and her family for lunch at &lt;strong&gt;BOYONG KALEGEN&lt;/strong&gt;.. somewhere near Kaliurang. The restaurant was surrounded by fish pond. We had fresh fish there,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, we took the trip to &lt;strong&gt;KETEP PASS&lt;/strong&gt;.. a top of a hill where we can see GUNUNG MERAPI.. that volcano mountain was covered by clouds most of the time. Only for several times we had the chance to see the top of the Merapi.. until few moments before we decided to go, the sky was clear and we could see the full picture of the Gunung Merapi.. how beautiful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At almost 6 p.m. we went down hill.. stopped at &lt;strong&gt;SOGAN VILLAGE&lt;/strong&gt;, for dinner. A lovely place to eat. It was an old Javanese house,, very classic..!! the resto was also accompanied with a gallery.. also a very nice gallery. I bought a batik top there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 8.30 we went back to the city. My hubby and I took a city tour by becak for a while. The cold wind at night made us want to sleep in the Becak.. hehehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunday &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family gathering day.. it was the final round of the celebration of Sari Husada’s birthday. Located in housing and facilities district of the Indonesian air force in Jogya (kompleks AURI gituuh.. haha..).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a museum there.. I found Aki's name written twice in the museum as one of the first pilot graduates in 1945-1946. So proud of him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gathering was a crowd, full with people in their red and black t-shirt uniform and their families. We didn’t feel like we were part of them, since all the participants were from Jogja office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Mbak Yeni and her family asked us to go to lereng merapi, BANYU ADEM. We escaped from the gathering and went there. At Banyu Adem we could see the ruined village and bunker caused by the Merapi explosion last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we had lunch at,, mm,, I forget the name. We had shrimp satay and fried fish. Mbak Yeni kids, Reihan and Naira (Rara) went swimming there. Mbak Yeni, Ipung and I went to Malioboro for about an hour, then Ipung and I went to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;Again, I have different flight schedule from Ipung. His flight is an hour earlier than mine. What a travel agent!!&lt;br /&gt;We tried to have the same schedule, but didn’t work. So I had to wait longer at the airport. My flight was the same as Mbak Yeni’s. So, finally arrived in Jakarta at about 7.30 p.m. Except for the flight schedules, it was a great weekend gateway…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36099152-2666166864422208794?l=wikawiks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/feeds/2666166864422208794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36099152&amp;postID=2666166864422208794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/2666166864422208794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/2666166864422208794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/2007/07/jogja-weekend-gateway.html' title='Jogja - Weekend Gateway'/><author><name>Wika Surowidjojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17627107605829987417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/TJiQVdSi9lI/AAAAAAAAAWg/WVzvN0aN8nk/S220/me+and+calya+(edit).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/RomzdvFG2bI/AAAAAAAAAAM/91R2getMq5w/s72-c/DSC01081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36099152.post-2885280667078590360</id><published>2007-03-22T22:05:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T14:33:52.631+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kisah Nini</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/RqBizoMnDXI/AAAAAAAAACs/HnUWNzM3_P0/s1600-h/godmother.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/RqBizoMnDXI/AAAAAAAAACs/HnUWNzM3_P0/s320/godmother.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089176218031820146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;*Part VII – Inna lillahi wa inna illaihi rojiun*&lt;br /&gt;Minggu, 14 Januari 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jam 5 pagi sudah terjaga. Kuambil air wudhu dan sholat subuh sama Mama. Jam 6an aku dan Ipung pulang ke cilandak untuk membersihkan diri. Kami kembali ke rumah sakit dan sarapan bergantian dengan beberapa keluarga di cafeteria yang sudah menjadi tempat makan kami selama 1 minggu terakhir ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesampai di ruang tunggu lagi dan mulai membaca doa lagi… sekitar pukul 09.00 kita semua dipanggil lagi ke ruangan Nini. Nini kritis lagi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hampir semua sudah berkumpul, tinggal mbak Dyah dan Pierre..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekitar 09.15&lt;br /&gt;Kembali kita bersama-sama menuntun Nini dan bergantian mengucapkan kepada Nini bahwa kami ikhlas kalau Nini akan pergi.. ruangan penuh dengan kami, bahkan beberapa duduk tepat di luar pintu kaca ruangan Nini..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulse Nini, yang sekarang sudah sangat rendah, menurun sedikit demi sedikit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kami tak henti menyebut nama Allah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesekali kami saling berpandangan.. saling mencari dan memberi kekuatan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesekali pula kami melihat jam di dinding kamar, melihat jalannya waktu… bergantian dengan pandangan kami ke monitor detak jantung dan tensi Nini dan alat bantu nafas Nini…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekitar 09.30&lt;br /&gt;Pulse Nini semakin rendah… sudah di bawah 60/30 kalau aku tak salah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09.35&lt;br /&gt;Pulse Nini semakin turun.. perlahan namun pasti.. Tapi Nini tetap terlihat tenang. Tidak menangis, tidak ada kerutan di dahinya sebagai ungkapan takut atau kesakitan..&lt;br /&gt;Doa semakin kuat, kepasrahan semakin dalam dan keikhlasan semakin tebak.. demi yang terbaik untuk Nini…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09.40&lt;br /&gt;Sekitar 5 menit terakhir itu, pulse Nini makin menurun… 15… 10… 8… 5… 2… 0….&lt;br /&gt;Inna lillahi wa inna illahi rojiun…&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;em&gt;selamat jalan Ibu… selamat jalan Nini…&lt;/em&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;Kami mengucapkan selamat jalan untuk Nini… saling berpelukan dan menangis… dan memeluk dan menciumi Nini…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nini tampak tenang.. tak terlihat sedikit pun rasa sakit atau kesedihan…&lt;br /&gt;Insya Allah ini memang yang terbaik untuk Nini…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di saat-saat terakhirnya pun Nini masih menunjukkan dan mengajarkan pada kita semua untuk tidak putus asa dan berjuang untuk hidup.. bahkan Nini rela ‘menunggu’ (dan alhamdullilah diijinkan oleh Allah) untuk berpulang di hari minggu yang cerah itu.. tidak di hari Sabtu kemarin.. Hari Sabtu di mana Budhe Tutut sedang ulang tahun dan trauma dengan kejadian berpulangnya Pakde.. Hari Sabtu di mana Papaku tidak suka dengan hari Sabtu yang dianggapnya hari yang ‘tidak baik’…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dokter datang untuk memeriksa keadaan Nini dan memastikan bahwa Nini sudah tiada pukul 09.45 wib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nini kemudian dipersiapkan untuk dibawa ke ruang jenazah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semua langsung bertugas sesuai dengan tugas masing-masing berdasarkan ‘rapat’ hari Jumat yang lalu. Aku, Mama dan mbak Lia menelfon keluarga dan teman-teman Nini untuk memberitahukan berita itu. Ipung segera menghubungi yayasan Bunga Rampai yang hari Sabtu kemarin sudah berhasil ditemui. Papa ke tanah kusir mengurus makam. Sejak Sabtu kemarin pun makam sudah disiapkan apabila this worst scenario happens, karena Nini akan dimakamkan bersama dengan Aki. Bulek Niniek mengurus Nini di kamar jenazah. Mbak Dyah dan Pierre membeli peralatan yang diperlukan, yang sebagian juga sudah dibeli sejak kemarin, seperti aqua, alat tulis, buku tamu, dll. Tante Titien, Budhe Tutut dan yang lain mempersiapkan rumah Bintaro yang dijadikan tempat Nini disemayamkan. Karpet telah disiapkan dari beberapa hari yang lalu, foto ‘pilihan’ Nini juga sudah siap dalam frame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada beberapa barang yang perlu kuambil dari cilandak, sekalian memasang pengumuman di cilandak, kalau –kalau ada yang datang ke cilandak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segera aku kembali ke rumah sakit, karena Nini sudah mulai dimandikan. Alhamdulillah aku diberi kesempatan memandikan Nini, walau tadi sempat mondar-mandir dulu. Aku bersyukur juga kemarin sudah sempat mencucikan rambut Nini yang kubawa dari rumah sakit saat Nini mau dioperasi. Kusirami tubuh Nini dengan air.. kubersihkan wajahnya, kedua pipinya yang biasa kubelai-belai..&lt;br /&gt;dan kucium wajahnya… …untuk yang terakhir kali…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tak bisa ikut memandikan Nini sampai selesai. Aku, Mama dan Mbak Lia ada tugas lagi, beli bunga ke rawa belong. Sekitar 1 jam kami dapat semua bunga yang dicari.. 2 dus melati, 1 plastik besar daun pandan, 1 plastik besar bunga kenanga, roncean melati dan 1 rangkaian bunga putih untuk di atas peti jenazah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perjalanan kembali ke Bintaro terasa lama sekali di siang hari itu itu. Akhirnya kami sampai di sana hampir jam 13.00.. tamu sudah ramai berdatangan. Keluarga dan teman banyak sekali. Alhadulillah, banyak yang datang untuk mendoakan Nini. Nini disemayamkan di ruang tengah. Sedapat mungkin, di sela-sela menyambut tamu-tamu yang datang, aku duduk di sebelah Nini..&lt;br /&gt;Setelah ashar, kami sholat jenazah. Tak lama setelah itu, Nini diberangkatkan ke tanah kusir, sekitar pukul 16.00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saat melihat jenazah Nini masuk ke dalam mobil jenazah, mulai pecahlah tangisku. Rasanya baru menyadari bahwa tak lama lagi aku akan melepaskan kepergian Nini untuk selamanya… sepanjang di perjalanan menuju tanah kusir aku terus menangis..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesampainya di sana, rasa kehilangan itu makin terasa dalam dan pedih… di sanalah puncak kesedihanku yang tak dapat kutahan lagi.. apalagi saat peti jenazah Nini diturunkan ke liang lahat.. aku betul-betul merasa akan berpisah dengan Nini.. terutama secara fisik, di mana aku tak mungkin melihat wajahnya lagi, memeluknya lagi, tidur bersama lagi, mengobrol dan ‘berantem’ bersama lagi, jalan-jalan bersama lagi, menemaninya ke tempat senam, ke rumah teman-temannya lagi… Oom memelukku dan kami berdua saling bertangisan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kami bergantian menaburi bunga melati kesukaan Nini ke dalam liang lahatnya, dan melihat liang itu ditutup oleh tanah. Sekarang Nini sudah bersatu lagi dengan Aki.. dan juga semoga demikian di tempat Allah… Makam diselimuti oleh bunga melati dan rangkaian-rangkaian bunga.. semoga Nini beristirahat dengan tenang…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lebih dari jam 17.00 ketika kami meninggalkan makam dan kembali ke Bintaro untuk tahlilan. Saat tahlilan, masih cukup banyak juga yang datang karena tidak sempat datang siang tadi.&lt;br /&gt;Terima kasih banyak untuk seluruh keluarga, bahkan yang dari luar kota menyempatkan diri untuk datang selama Nini sakit dan sampai hari Minggu itu.. juga terima kasih banyak untuk semua sahabat dan teman-teman Nini, sahabat dan teman-teman dari masing-masing dari kami sekeluarga.. juga untuk semua sahabat dan temanku, Merry, Fitri, Desi, Ella, Ingkan, Belinda, Tiessa, Jika, Irma, Dinar, Maya, teman-teman dan rekan-rekan di kantor dan semuanya untuk semua doa dan dukungannya selama menjalani hari-hari yang berat itu…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malam itu kami semua kelelahan. Mungkin masih saling membutuhkan satu sama lain dan nggak ingin pulang ke rumah masing-masing dan merasa kesepian dan kehilangan,,, sehingga kami ‘dipaksa’ untuk menginap di Bintaro. Akhirnya Bulek, Oom Arifin, Oom, Tante Vita, Pakmas, Tante Titien, Ipung dan aku, Wiro dan Bayu tidur di Bintaro, di ruang tengah, di atas karpet yang memenuhi ruangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ya Allah, kumohon, lindungilah Nini.. ampunilah segala dosa dan kesalahannya, lapangkanlah kuburnya,, ijinkanlah Nini dan Aki bertemu dan bersama kembali, berilah jalan-Mu dan tempat-Mu yang terbaik untuk Nini dan Aki, tempat yang memberikan kedamaian, ketenangan, ketentraman dan kebahagiaan.. ijinkanlah kami semua dapat kembali berkumpul bersama mereka kelak dalam surga-Mu ya Allah.. amiiin…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36099152-2885280667078590360?l=wikawiks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/feeds/2885280667078590360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36099152&amp;postID=2885280667078590360&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/2885280667078590360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/2885280667078590360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/2007/03/kisah-nini_881.html' title='Kisah Nini'/><author><name>Wika Surowidjojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17627107605829987417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/TJiQVdSi9lI/AAAAAAAAAWg/WVzvN0aN8nk/S220/me+and+calya+(edit).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/RqBizoMnDXI/AAAAAAAAACs/HnUWNzM3_P0/s72-c/godmother.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36099152.post-8704891052846375384</id><published>2007-03-22T22:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T22:05:16.937+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kisah Nini</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;*Part VI – Her struggle*&lt;br /&gt;Jumat - Sabtu, 12 – 13 Januari 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumat sepulang dari kantor aku ke rumah sakit. Udah siap dengan baju ganti. Sesuai jadwal, memasuki weekend, yang pada kerja yang nginep di rumah sakit. Aku dan mas Ip tidur di rumah sakit. Tapi jumat malam itu banyak juga yang tidur di rumah sakit, karena keadaan Nini tak kunjung membaik. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dokter bilang Nini is in a deep comma.. jadi tingkat kesadarannya udah tipiis sekali.&lt;br /&gt;Kalau dipegang juga sudah nggak bereaksi seperti minggu lalu. Supply oksigen plus obat untuk menjaga stabilitas tensi Nini juga sudah makin ditambah dosisnya. Dokter bilang dengan kondisi seperti ini, mungkin Nini hanya bisa bertahan 2 -3 hari saja.. ya Allah.. sungguh berat rasanya menerima kenyataan ini… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumat malam itu kita sekeluarga udah rapat, mempersiapkan kalau kemungkinan terburuk terjadi. Kita bagi-bagi tugas, siapa bagian apa, dan siapa yang lain mempersiapkan bagian apa. Sedih sudah pasti.. ikhlas,, hm, aku rasa saat itu belum semuanya iklas. Tapi kita diberi waktu dan kesempatan oleh Allah untuk bisa mempersiapkan Nini dan mempersiapkan diri dengan lebih baik, jadi sebaiknyalah digunakan kesempatan ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabtu pagi aku sempatkan pulang ke cilandak, walaupun buru-buru. Aku sempatkan mandi dan mengambil barang-barang Nini yang perlu ‘disiapkan’ for the worst scenario. Hiks, sedihnya… Ipung masih di rumah sakit karena mengurus persiapan yang lain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai di rumah sakit lagi, masih cukup pagi juga. Sesekali masuk ke ruangan Nini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari itu ada teman Oom yang datang untuk bantu baca doa. Aku ikut baca yassin di ruangan Nini. Keadaan mencekam rasanya hari itu.. perasaan sudah tak menentu dan tak enak.. Kondisi Nini tak kunjung membaik, bahkan makin mencemaskan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari sabtu itu adalah anniversary Bulik Ninik dan Oom Arifin, sekaligus ulang tahun Budhe Tutut. Budhe sangat cemas, lebih dari 10 tahun yang lalu, Pakde Pur, suami Budhe meninggalkan dunia di hari ultah Budhe. Everybody can feel her worries at that time.&lt;br /&gt;Papa juga sebenarnya tidak suka hari Sabtu, itu hari yang ‘tidak baik’ menurut Papa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ditambah lagi, hari itu, tiba-tiba ada kupu-kupu coklat terbang di sekitar ruang tunggu ICCU, padahal itu di lantai 2 rumah sakit. Bagaimana kupu-kupu itu bisa sampai sana?? Kupu-kupu coklat itu juga suatu ‘pertanda buruk’ bagi keluarga kami. Beberapa kejadian kurang baik ditandai dengan datangnya kupu-kupu jenis itu, termasuk saat Aki almarhum dibawa ke rumah sakit di tahun 1999, kepergiannya diiringi kupu-kupu itu di rumah, di mana di rumah sakit saat itulah Aki menghembuskan nafasnya yang terakhir..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku lupa, tapi kurasa waktu itu saat sholat dzuhur atau ashar di musholla dekat ICCU. Setelah sholat, aku dzikir dan berkonsentrasi pada Nini… sampai aku setengah tersadar rasanya.. tiba-tiba aku bisa lihat dalam penglihatanku, Nini berjalan dengan lancar dan ringan keluar dari ruang ICCU.. dengan muka tersenyum lega, seolah terlepas dari segala beban dan deritanya. Lalu kulihat di belakang Nini, di dekat pintu ICCU beberapa keluarga melihat kepergian Nini.. &lt;br /&gt;Ugh, sedih sekali aku dengan penglihatanku itu.. tapi mungkin itu pertanda lainnya. Aku harus siap dan mengikhlaskan Nini,, supaya beliau lebih mudah jalannya.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah itu, aku bergabung lagi membaca yassin di dekat Nini. Beberapa yang membaca yassin sudah selesai dan pulang. Tinggal aku sendirian.. aku coba teruskan bacaanku.. tapi tiba-tiba perasaanku tidak enak. Aku beberapa kali menengok ke kiri dan kanan belakangku, sampai lama-lama aku hentikan bacaanku dan keluar dari kamar Nini.. aku teruskan di luar saja..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di ruang tunggu tampak sepi dan lengang.. Sebagian besar sedang pulang untuk mandi dan sebagian lagi memang pulang untuk kembali besok pagi. Ada Bulek Niniek dan Oom Arifin seperti biasa, dan Mbak Dyah dan Pierre. Semua kelelahan sejak Kamis malam terkuras emosi dan tenaganya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas Ip mengajakku ke cilandak untuk membersihkan diri dulu. Kasian, dia belum sempat mandi.. Akhirnya kami ke cilandak sekitar jam 19.00 malam. Baru aja sampai terogong, aku ditelfon Pierre. Kita diminta kembali ke rumah sakit, keadaan Nini memburuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya kami putar haluan lagi, tak sampai ke cilandak, udah kembali ke rumah sakit. Sesampainya di sana, kita diminta langsung ke kamar Nini. Semua mulai berdatangan lagi satu-satu dari rumah. Bergantian membacakan istigfar dan “la ilaha illalah” di kuping Nini. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seluruh perasaan bercampur aduk.. Ingin membantu Nini memudahkan jalannya, merelakan Nini, mengikhlaskan Nini,, walau merasa sediiiiih yang begitu dalam, tau bahwa kita akan&lt;br /&gt;ditinggalkan, tapi sebenarnya tak ingin berpisah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lelah atas segala perjalanan seminggu terakhir ini, dingin di ruangan Nini yang tak boleh memakai alas kaki,, lapar karena perut belum sempat terisi,,, tapi tak pantas kami mengeluh. Sampai akhirnya kami semua betul-betul kelelahan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah memang maha baik.. kami diijinkan untuk istirahat. Dokter jaga bilang kalau kondisi Nini sedikit membaik. Nini bisa ditinggal keluar ruangan, juga supaya bisa istirahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semua berkumpul di ruang tunggu. Hanya sedikit yang mau pulang ke rumah. Beberapa yang dengan anak-anak plus mbak Dyah dan Pierre. Selebihnya semua tidur di rumah sakit. Sebagian di kursi-kursi ruang tunggu seperti biasa, sebagian lagi di kursi ruang tunggu yang di bagian depan, dan sisanya sampai menumpang tidur di lantai 3 yang juga ada sofanya plus tidur di mobil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us menemani Nini malam itu… yang ternyata menjadi malam terakhir Nini..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36099152-8704891052846375384?l=wikawiks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/feeds/8704891052846375384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36099152&amp;postID=8704891052846375384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/8704891052846375384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/8704891052846375384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/2007/03/kisah-nini_95.html' title='Kisah Nini'/><author><name>Wika Surowidjojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17627107605829987417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/TJiQVdSi9lI/AAAAAAAAAWg/WVzvN0aN8nk/S220/me+and+calya+(edit).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36099152.post-2682842382479150361</id><published>2007-03-22T22:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T14:58:26.546+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kisah Nini</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/RqBqVYMnDYI/AAAAAAAAAC0/up3HG0I_Hak/s1600-h/DSC00110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/RqBqVYMnDYI/AAAAAAAAAC0/up3HG0I_Hak/s200/DSC00110.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089184494433799554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/RqBqVoMnDZI/AAAAAAAAAC8/GCZVHFREbPY/s1600-h/DSC00112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/RqBqVoMnDZI/AAAAAAAAAC8/GCZVHFREbPY/s200/DSC00112.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089184498728766866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*Part V – Roller Coaster*&lt;br /&gt;Kamis, 11 Januari 2007 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku masuk kantor.. tapi deg-deg-an sepanjang hari. Tensi Nini terus tinggi, sampai 172/114.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jam 5 sore Papa SMS, bilang agar keluarga segera ke RSPI, kondisi Nini memburuk. Aku langsung berangkat dengan Oom dari kantor. Katanya Nini di CT-scan lagi untuk melihat kondisinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesampai di RS (yang lagi-lagi dengan buru-buru dan perasaan tak menentu), ternyata CT-scan sudah selesai. Hasilnya, betul seperti dugaan dokter bahwa ada cairan otak yang tak tersalurkan. Untuk itu perlu dilakukan tindakan operasi kecil, untuk membuat saluran pembuangan cairan otak tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aduuuh,, lemes rasanya.. minggu ini betul-betul seperti naik roller coaster.. setelah beberapa hari ‘cooling down’ dan harapan muncul, sekarang kita kembali ke keadaan tak menentu itu lagi. Menurut dokter itu operasi kecil dan yang akan operasi sudah melakukan operasi ini ratusan kali. Iya, tapi dengan kondisi Nini seperti saat itu, pasti lebih berat kan.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saat itu, Nini sudah tak sadarkan diri lagi… uugh, sedihnyaa…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekitar jam 19.00 keluarga sudah menandatangani surat persetujuan untuk dilakukan operasi dan Nini dipersiapkan untuk operasi. Mama tak tahan untuk tak menangis, saat dia menengok Nini, Nini sedang ‘digunduli’ rambutnya. Rambut Nini yang menjadi kesayangan Nini,, yang dalam usia 79 tahun rambutnya masih panjang dan nggak pernah mau dipotong pendek - lebih dari sebahu, masih lebat dan bisa dikepang dan digelung, masih separuh dari rambutnya berwarna hitam karena rajin diberi minyak perawatan rambut… Aku langsung menuju ruangan Nini dan kuminta rambut Nini dari suster, untuk kubawa pulang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya, operasi dilakukan malam itu juga, sekitar pukul 20.45. seluruh keluarga sudah berkumpul. Sedih dan takut bercampur. Semua hening dalam doanya masing-masing.&lt;br /&gt;Operasi selesai sekitar pukul 22.00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah semua berjalan lancar. Nini kembali ke ruang ICCU, tapi tetap tak sadarkan diri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebagian besar menunggu di rumah sakit sampai malam betul.. Bulik Niniek seperti biasa, menginap di rumah sakit bersama Oom Arifin. Sejak hari pertama, dia nggak pernah mau pulang. Pulang hanya untuk ambil baju dan mandi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36099152-2682842382479150361?l=wikawiks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/feeds/2682842382479150361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36099152&amp;postID=2682842382479150361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/2682842382479150361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/2682842382479150361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/2007/03/kisah-nini_5686.html' title='Kisah Nini'/><author><name>Wika Surowidjojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17627107605829987417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/TJiQVdSi9lI/AAAAAAAAAWg/WVzvN0aN8nk/S220/me+and+calya+(edit).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/RqBqVYMnDYI/AAAAAAAAAC0/up3HG0I_Hak/s72-c/DSC00110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36099152.post-3349334912349132924</id><published>2007-03-22T21:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T22:00:43.723+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kisah Nini</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;*Part IV – Restless*&lt;br /&gt;Selasa-Rabu, 9-10 Januari 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya aku masuk kantor lagi.. dengan status siaga 1. makan siang lengkap bawa tas, in case ditelfon mesti langsung ke rumah sakit, udah ready. Pulang sebisa mungkin jam 6 teng. Janjian sama my hubby dan mbak Dyah barengan ke rumah sakit. Stay di rumah sakit sampai malaam.. Teman-teman dari masing-masing anggota keluarga terus datang, juga teman-teman Nini dan saudara. SMS dan telfon juga terus berbunyi, minta update perkembangan Nini. Mereka inilah yang menguatkan kami semua. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nini di CT-scan lagi untuk melihat kondisi pendarahannya. Alhamdulillah pendarahan sudah berhenti. Dengan istirahat total, diharapkan pendarahan bisa menyerap kembali. Dokter bilang kemungkinannya akan ada penimbunan cairan otak, karena sebagian cairan otak tidak bisa mengalir karena tersumbat pendarahan itu. Tapi alhamdulillah hasil CT-scan juga menunjukkan tidak ada cairan otak itu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi kami jadi ‘takut’ sering-sering menjenguk Nini, karena takut Nini emosional lagi, yang bisa bikin tekanan darah meningkat. Suhu badan Nini juga cukup tinggi. Hari Rabu sebenarnya alat bantu pernafasan sudah bisa dilepas, tapi keluarga minta tetap dipasang, for safety. Suhu panas diduga karena ada infeksi, tapi masih dicari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doa terus dipanjatkan… aku tetap pasrah, tetap minta yang terbaik untuk Nini. Aku ikhlas..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36099152-3349334912349132924?l=wikawiks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/feeds/3349334912349132924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36099152&amp;postID=3349334912349132924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/3349334912349132924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/3349334912349132924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/2007/03/kisah-nini_5331.html' title='Kisah Nini'/><author><name>Wika Surowidjojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17627107605829987417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/TJiQVdSi9lI/AAAAAAAAAWg/WVzvN0aN8nk/S220/me+and+calya+(edit).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36099152.post-973779510150090247</id><published>2007-03-22T21:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T15:20:03.242+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kisah Nini</title><content type='html'>*Part III – Our last communication*&lt;br /&gt;Senin, 8 Januari 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hhh… weekend sudah berakhir. Hari Senin,, aku dan Ipung kembali ke kantor seperti biasa. Saat siap-siap untuk ke kantor, Mbak Dyah dan Pierre yang mampir cilandak memberi update yang menggembirakan.. Kabar dari rumah sakit, Nini sudah bisa buka mata!! Betul-betul keajaiban.. walau kita juga berusaha tetap tawakal. Anything could still happen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku dan Ipung sampai di daerah madrasah waktu Bulek Ninik telfon aku.. dia juga bilang Nini sudah sadarkan diri dan lebih baik kalau kita bisa mampir di rumah sakit.. who knows, siapa tau kesempatan ini hanya sesaat, we still have to prepare for the worst.. kami langsung berganti arah menuju pondok indah lewat haji nawi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasanya deg-degan untuk masuk ke ruangan Nini.. waktu itu dia lagi tertidur.. aku belai-belai tangannya.. pelan-pelan matanya terbukaa… aaah,, senang sekaliiii rasanya.. aku lagi pakai masker karena batukku belum pulih benar. Nini bingung, masih coba mengenaliku yang pakai masker itu. Akhirnya kucopot maskernya, dan bilang bahwa ini aku.. Nini tampaknya mengerti message yang disampaikan orang ke Nini.. kurasa aku tau apa yang dikuatirkan Nini kalau lagi sakit: keadaannya dan rumah cilandak. Langsung aku ceritain bagaimana keadaan Nini, bahwa Nini sudah ditangani dokter-dokter yang terbaik dan rumah cilandak baik-baik saja. Nini mengangguk-angguk tanda mengerti.. sambil terus menatapku.. alhamdulillah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiba-tiba Nini bicaraa… ya.. bicara… “minum…minum…” kami semua sungguh terkejut. Aku langsung mengiyakan permintaannya dan meminta ke suster yang jaga pagi itu. Tapi memang Nini belum bisa minum, karena tenggorokannya dilengkapi dengan selang pernafasan. Dengan sangat menyesal aku tidak bisa memenuhi permintaannya, walau kemudian Nini terus meminta. Ipung sudah tak tega, langsung berlari ke luar ruangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karena mungkin emosional, karena bisa berkomunikasi dengan keluarga, pulse Nini meningkat. Akhirnya kami semua keluar ruangan agar Nini bisa beristirahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di luar, kutemui Ipung dan Mama menangis bersama.. mereka tak tega melihat Nini, sekaligus terharu betapa besar perjuangan Nini untuk bertahan. Sungguh pemandangan yang mengarukan. Ipung juga takut,, orang sakit yang kehausan dan minta minum terkadang merupakan pertanda yang kurang baik. Kehausan itu adalah simbol dari kehausannya untuk kembali ke Ilahi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa pun, setelah agak siang, tak tega melihat Nini.. dia pun menangis, ya,, papaku yang kuat dan sangat sulit mengungkapkan ekspresinya itu, menangis juga. Nini sempat bilang ke papa “sakit San..”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari itu,, membahagiakan sekaligus sangat mengharukan. Kami sangat bersyukur, tapi tetap masih ada perasaan was-was di dalam hati..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*ahh,, saat menulis inipun, walau sudah lewat 2 bulan dari kejadian itu, tapi masih teringat jelas tatapan Nini saat itu.. itulah moment terakhir kami saling berkomunikasi.. sedihnyaa.. aku tak menyesal sedikitpun pagi itu aku berganti arah menuju rumah sakit, dan tidak jadi ke kantor*&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089190786560888242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/RqBwDoMnDbI/AAAAAAAAADM/mFmpFW0xiQY/s200/wika+and+nini.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36099152-973779510150090247?l=wikawiks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/feeds/973779510150090247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36099152&amp;postID=973779510150090247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/973779510150090247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/973779510150090247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/2007/03/kisah-nini_4349.html' title='Kisah Nini'/><author><name>Wika Surowidjojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17627107605829987417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/TJiQVdSi9lI/AAAAAAAAAWg/WVzvN0aN8nk/S220/me+and+calya+(edit).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/RqBwDoMnDbI/AAAAAAAAADM/mFmpFW0xiQY/s72-c/wika+and+nini.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36099152.post-7975081617501318771</id><published>2007-03-22T21:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T15:18:12.996+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kisah Nini</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/RqBvDYMnDaI/AAAAAAAAADE/bMVtsHC2Xds/s1600-h/DSC00118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/RqBvDYMnDaI/AAAAAAAAADE/bMVtsHC2Xds/s200/DSC00118.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089189682754293154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Part II – The support*&lt;br /&gt;Sabtu, 6 Januari 2007 – Minggu, 7 Januari 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jam 5 pagi aku pulang ke Cilandak, setelah tidur di rumah sakit beberapa jam saja malam itu. Aku telfon teman-teman Nini, terutama teman senam osteoporosisnya di senayan (senam PKO) yang biasanya berangkat senam sekitar jam 5 pagi, untuk memberitahu kabar Nini. Mereka semua terkejut dan turut sedih..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku mandi dan sampai lagi di rumah sakit sekitar pukul 9 pagi. Ruang tunggu ICCU sudah ramai.. banyak sekali yang datang menjenguk Nini, sejak Sabtu pagi itu sampai hari Minggu.. Keluarga besar – bahkan yang dari luar kota pun datang hari itu, teman dan sahabat dari masing-masing oom, tante, dll, termasuk teman-temanku. Teman-teman Nini dari berbagai kelompok pertemanan juga datang.. ada teman-teman senam PKO, ibu-ibu kompleks cilandak, teman SMP Putri Solo, dll. Walau mereka juga sudah lanjut usia dan tidak mudah untuk mereka datang menjenguk Nini, tapi masih mereka usahakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telfon dan sms untuk kami masing-masing juga tak henti berbunyi untuk menanyakan kabar dan perkembangan Nini, dari teman masing-masing dan saudara-saudara yang lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku teringat pesan Nini tentang fotonya di pernikahan Banu dan Intan di bulan Juni tahun lalu (2006).. ada 1 foto Nini sendiri dan memang Nini tampak cantik dan bagus sekali di sana. Nini waktu itu pesan, “nek aku mati, fotone sing iki wae…” (kalau aku meninggal, fotonya yang ini aja..). aku save foto itu di flask disk, dan dengan berat hati kukasih ke Oom.. in case needed…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nini sendiri belum ada perkembangan. Bergantian kami menemani Nini di dalam ruangannya, sekalian mengantar keluarga dan kerabat yang datang menjenguk Nini. Sering kali kaki dan tangannya bergerak-gerak. Aku takut kalau itu reaksi Nini atas rasa sakit yang dia rasakan.. semoga tidak.. mungkin juga itu hanya reaksi motorik yang tak terkontrol.. entahlah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terkadang, kalau aku sedang di dekatnya, mengajaknya ngobrol atau berdoa untuknya, entah lah, kaki dan tangannya kadang bergerak lebih keras dari biasanya. Apa itu juga reaksi karena dia tau akan keberadaan anak dan cucunya di sekitarnya? Kita semua tidak tau.. tapi kita tetap berkomunikasi dengan Nini, siapa tau dia bisa mendengar kita. Nothing to loose..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari terasa lama dan panjang… makan bergantian, pulang malam sekali dari rumah sakit. Pagi hari langsung ke rumah sakit lagi. Di rumah hanya ‘numpang’ tidur. Pikiran kami semua terpusat untuk Nini.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36099152-7975081617501318771?l=wikawiks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/feeds/7975081617501318771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36099152&amp;postID=7975081617501318771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/7975081617501318771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/7975081617501318771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/2007/03/kisah-nini_22.html' title='Kisah Nini'/><author><name>Wika Surowidjojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17627107605829987417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/TJiQVdSi9lI/AAAAAAAAAWg/WVzvN0aN8nk/S220/me+and+calya+(edit).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/RqBvDYMnDaI/AAAAAAAAADE/bMVtsHC2Xds/s72-c/DSC00118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36099152.post-5873265673225461643</id><published>2007-03-22T21:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T22:10:28.198+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kisah Nini</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;*Part I – the attack*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Jumat, 5 Januari 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ugh, beratnya untuk memulai menulis potongan kisah hidupku yang ini..&lt;br /&gt;Bahkan untuk menulis judul tulisan ini pun, sudah habis beberapa lembar tissue untuk menghapus air mataku..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Loosing someone you love is never an easy thing.. especially if she is someone that really special in your life.. and knowing that she’s leaving you forever…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Episode terakhir dalam perjalanan hidup Nini di dunia ini berlangsung selama 10 hari..&lt;br /&gt;Episode yang begitu melelahkan, penuh perjuangan, begitu penuh ujian akan kesabaran, ketabahan dan kepasrahan kepada Allah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diawali di hari Jumat, 5 Januari 2007..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagi hari aku berangkat kantor dari rumah Nini seperti biasa.. percakapan terakhir kami:&lt;br /&gt;Nini: “wes pok gawa nasi gorengnya?” (= udah kamu bawa nasi gorengnya – untuk sarapanku).&lt;br /&gt;Aku: “udah Ni.. aku berangkat dulu ya..” sambil aku menepuk halus pundaknya. Saat itu Nini duduk di kursi di depan mesin jahit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*ugh,, nggak kuat untuk nerusinnya. Bisa-bisa mataku sembab di kantor.. aku lanjutin lagi lain kali..* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*now it’s been more than a month since I wrote the above part. Semoga ‘keberanianku’ untuk melanjutkan tulisan ini, bisa membuat tulisan ini selesai pada akhirnya..” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari Jumat itu kegiatan di kantor seperti biasa. Rencana awalnya, Friday night aku ada janjian dinner bareng Adil (yang kebetulan lagi di Jakarta dan hari Minggu akan balik ke Melbourne), Irma, Dinar, Tiessa dan Jika.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesuai rencana, jam 7 tepat kumatikan computer, siap untuk menuju ke EX. Kuambil tas dan keluar ruangan.. bertepatan dengan Kak Butet, rekan kantorku, setengah berlari ke arahku “Wika, kamu dicariin Pak Arief. Nenek kamu masuk rumah sakit”. Aku kaget setengah mati.. langsung aku lari ke arah lobby. Pak Arief, oomku itu, juga sedang terburu-buru ke arahku.. aku langsung diajak ikut dia, menuju ke Nini.. di jalan, langsung aku cancel janjian dinnerku. Tak lama dari saat itu, aku juga dapat sms dari Mama "wika cepat pulang, Nini jatuh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singkat cerita yang didapat dari cilandak, Nini jatuh di kamar mandi saat mandi. Saat kami dalam perjalanan, keadaan Nini masih belum sadar dan ambulance belum juga datang ke cilandak. Pakmas (oomku yang terkecil) dan Tante Titien kebetulan sekali ada di cilandak waktu kejadian itu, sehingga mereka bisa segera kasih pertolongan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumat malam… pulang kantor…&lt;br /&gt;Udah bisa dipastikan: jalan macet di mana-mana!!&lt;br /&gt;Betul-betul bikin tambah stress..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telfon dan sms berdering-dering di mobil. Oom sibuk menelfon ke cilandak untuk cari update tentang Nini. Papa dan mamaku sudah dekat ke cilandak untuk membantu. Tapi ambulance tetap belum datang juga. Oksigen di rumah habis. Pulse Nini masih ada, hanya itu yang melegakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suasana sangat menegangkan.. aku hanya bisa berdoa di tengah isak tangisku memikirkan Nini.. Oom pun ikut menangis juga.. sesekali kami saling berpegang tangan untuk saling menguatkan.&lt;br /&gt;Saat kami mulai memasuki pakubuwono, ambulance baru datang, dan Nini segera dibawa ke RSPI. Langsung kami menuju ke sana.. setelah melewati kemacetan, sampai juga kami di sana jam 8 lewat. Semua sudah berkumpul. Nini ada di dalam instalasi gawat darurat. Masih belum sadarkan diri.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nini di-CT Scan untuk melihat kemungkinan pendarahan di otak, karena keliatannya Nini terkena stroke. Hasilnya sungguh menyedihkan.. Dokter mengkonfirmasi Nini terserang stroke yang mengakibatkan Nini jatuh karena serangan itu. Pendarahan di otak sangat parah, menyebar di mana-mana, sehingga tidak bisa dilakukan operasi untuk menyedot pendarahan itu, karena terlalu banyak dan menyebar hingga ke bagian-bagian dalam otak yang sulit dijangkau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emergency hall penuh dengan kami, anak-anak, cucu-cucu dan cicit-cicit Nini, lebih dari 20 orang.. berpelukan dan bertangisan sediih.. Mbak Dyah sangat tergoncang. Dia mendapat firasat buruk Nini akan pergi beberapa hari yang lalu. Dia takuuut sekali saat itu. Kita semua juga takut.. Tak siap, dan tak akan pernah siap untuk mendengar berita seperti itu. Harapan sangat kecil, bahkan operasi untuk menghentikan pendarahan tidak dapat dilakukan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nini dipindahkan ke ICU, tapi ruangan ICU penuh, sehingga Nini dibawa ke ICCU. Kami semua duduk di hall depan ICCU menunggu Nini. Bergantian kami boleh menengok Nini di dalam. Nini tetap tak sadarkan diri. Menurut Papa, sesaat sebelum CT Scan Nini sempat melihat ke Papa, walau tak bisa bicara apa-apa. Tapi setelah itu, tampaknya Nini betul-betul kehilangan kesadaran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saat aku masuk ke ruangan Nini, aku belai-belai Nini. Kakinya dingin.. tangannya juga. Dia pasti kedinginan. Dia selalu kedinginan kalau sedang dalam ruangan-ruangan pemeriksaan dan di rumah sakit. Apalagi karena bajunya hanya baju rumah sakit yang tipis. Aku boleh memasangkan kaus kaki untuk Nini, walau itu kaus kaki yang dipakai Pakmas, tapi yang penting bisa bikin hangat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sedih sekaliii.. selang-selang berseliweran di sekitar Nini. Ada alat bantu nafas, oksigen, alat pendeteksi detak jantung, alat pengukur tensi, infus, kateter, dll, entah lah apa lagi. Kaki dan tangannya sesesekali bergerak, tapi kita nggak tau, apa itu reaksi Nini atas kehadiran kita di sampingnya.. atau hanya reaksi motorik/syaraf yang di luar kesadarannya.. dokter yang satu bilang Nini sudah tidak bisa merasakan apa-apa lagi karena fungsi otaknya sudah tidak bekerja. Tapi dokter yang satu lagi bilang Nini masih merasakan kesakitan. Ah, kita jadi bertambah bingung dan sedih. Nggak tega kalau sampai Nini kesakitan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai malam, sms dan telfon dari teman-teman (terutama teman-teman kantor dan sahabat-sahabat sejak kuliah) terus berdatangan, memberi doa, semangat dan dukungan.. terima kasih untuk semuanya ya temans…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekitar jam 10 malam pintu ICCU ditutup. Kita semua diminta menunggu di kursi-kursi yang ada di sekitar ICCU. Nggak ada yang mau pulang, semua mau menunggu Nini. Akhirnya beberapa tante dan sepupu-sepupu/ponakan yang masih kecil pulang juga. Kalau aku tak salah ingat, Bulek Ninik, Oom Arifin, Papa, Pakmas, Wiro, Mas Uung, Ipung dan aku tinggal di rumah sakit malam itu. Tidur dengan kursi-kursi yang dirapatkan jadi satu. Baru sekitar jam 2 – 3 pagi aku bisa tidur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam tidurku yang sebentar, aku mimpi, bertemu Aki, kakekku yang sudah meninggalkan kami 7 tahun silam. Aki duduk di rumah cilandak (yang dalam mimpiku dalam setting seperti rumah cilandak beberapa belas tahun yang lalu), dengan pakaian yang biasanya dipakai.. dalam mimpiku suasana di cilandak adalah beberapa saat setelah Nini dibawa ke rumah sakit, semua orang tidak ada di rumah kecuali aku dan Aki. Aki tertunduk, dan berkata “Nini itu sudah nggak ada..”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Langsung aku terbangun.. menyadari diriku ada di rumah sakit. Aku berjalan sekeliling ruang tunggu, melihat apakah ada sesuatu. Tapi semua hening, masih dalam tidurnya masing-masing. Hampir saja aku angat internal telfon untuk menelfon ke dalam ICCU dan menanyakan Nini. Tapi kuurungkan niatku. Aku sungguh takut.. ..mungkinkan ini pertanda yang disampaikan padaku.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36099152-5873265673225461643?l=wikawiks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/feeds/5873265673225461643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36099152&amp;postID=5873265673225461643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/5873265673225461643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/5873265673225461643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/2007/03/kisah-nini.html' title='Kisah Nini'/><author><name>Wika Surowidjojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17627107605829987417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/TJiQVdSi9lI/AAAAAAAAAWg/WVzvN0aN8nk/S220/me+and+calya+(edit).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36099152.post-7888527458183056809</id><published>2007-01-04T08:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T15:34:54.650+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festive'/><title type='text'>THE NEW YEAR'S EVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/RqBzCoMnDcI/AAAAAAAAADU/MTiuliLSmfs/s1600-h/DSC00066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/RqBzCoMnDcI/AAAAAAAAADU/MTiuliLSmfs/s200/DSC00066.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089194067915902402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/RqBzC4MnDdI/AAAAAAAAADc/_pkalE1s13o/s1600-h/DSC00068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/RqBzC4MnDdI/AAAAAAAAADc/_pkalE1s13o/s200/DSC00068.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089194072210869714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/RqBzDYMnDeI/AAAAAAAAADk/gTnknAU61sc/s1600-h/DSC00071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/RqBzDYMnDeI/AAAAAAAAADk/gTnknAU61sc/s200/DSC00071.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089194080800804322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/RqBzD4MnDfI/AAAAAAAAADs/BLG4AEHRVfA/s1600-h/DSC00074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/RqBzD4MnDfI/AAAAAAAAADs/BLG4AEHRVfA/s200/DSC00074.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089194089390738930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week after Christmas.. it’s new year’s eve…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location : Bintaro&lt;br /&gt;Time : 9.00 onwards (people stayed up ‘till 1.30 a.m., but I had to keep awake until 4.00 a.m.!!)&lt;br /&gt;Food : all kinds of ‘gorengan’, durians, Xmas cookies, rambutan.&lt;br /&gt;Drinks : white &amp;amp; red wines, chocolate liquors and home-made ginger drinks (= wedang jahe gituuuh..)&lt;br /&gt;Entertainment: dvd of family gatherings, dvd of Nini’s gathering with her ‘manula’ friends (oooh, boriiing,, Sorry Ni, we all agree to watch it some other time.. Hehe…), other dvd (real movies, this time), trumpets, fireworks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time was&lt;br /&gt;11:59:58&lt;br /&gt;11:59:59&lt;br /&gt;00:00:00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR 2007…!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s keep the beautiful memories in 2006…&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone for sharing the 2006 with me… Let’s move forward to a better me.. for a better family, a better friendships, a better work, a better life, a better world.. a better person before Him..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36099152-7888527458183056809?l=wikawiks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/feeds/7888527458183056809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36099152&amp;postID=7888527458183056809&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/7888527458183056809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/7888527458183056809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-years-eve.html' title='THE NEW YEAR&apos;S EVE'/><author><name>Wika Surowidjojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17627107605829987417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/TJiQVdSi9lI/AAAAAAAAAWg/WVzvN0aN8nk/S220/me+and+calya+(edit).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/RqBzCoMnDcI/AAAAAAAAADU/MTiuliLSmfs/s72-c/DSC00066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36099152.post-9157279048770594101</id><published>2007-01-04T08:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T08:40:46.030+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food-vaganza'/><title type='text'>tHe diNneR</title><content type='html'>Before having the new year’s gathering, my hubby and I went for a end-year dinner. We were at Mas J’s at Jurangmangu in the afternoon, and took a leap first to &lt;strong&gt;Boka Buka&lt;/strong&gt;, a French restaurant at Cipete, before going back to Bintaro for the gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quiet full at Boka Buka. Luckily there’s a table-for-two left for us.&lt;br /&gt;We ordered sliced beef with mushroom sauce and beef steak. The steak was so tasty and juicy. It was well grilled!! Yummy…!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we were also luckily given a bottle of red wine by Mas J. The wine, which is very impressive, made the dinner so perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the wonderful dinner..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36099152-9157279048770594101?l=wikawiks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/feeds/9157279048770594101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36099152&amp;postID=9157279048770594101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/9157279048770594101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/9157279048770594101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/2007/01/dinner.html' title='tHe diNneR'/><author><name>Wika Surowidjojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17627107605829987417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/TJiQVdSi9lI/AAAAAAAAAWg/WVzvN0aN8nk/S220/me+and+calya+(edit).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36099152.post-8773659049368943673</id><published>2007-01-04T08:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T09:47:13.091+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festive'/><title type='text'>Merry Xmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/Rom2YvFG2fI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WF_cI9mokHg/s1600-h/DSC00061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/Rom2YvFG2fI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WF_cI9mokHg/s200/DSC00061.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082794190535318002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/Rom2ZPFG2gI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ncNk6ZPMU9E/s1600-h/DSC00060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/Rom2ZPFG2gI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ncNk6ZPMU9E/s200/DSC00060.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082794199125252610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Merry Xmas everyone…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Pagi ke pondok gede dan natalan di sana.. walaupun sebenernya kalo dihitung-hitung jumlah yang nggak natalan lebih banyak daripada yang natalan di sana.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;Menunya kurang lebih nasi kebuli dan kambing goreng, bakwan malang, ikan menado, daging lada hitam.. dari sabang sampai merauke deh.. hehehe… ditambah kuwe tart dari chika, ponakanku, yang ultah ke-2..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Trus, pulang sore-sore.. siap-siap untuk natalan part II di Bintaro, tempat oomkyu yang sementara lagi menetap di sana. Ngopi dulu di Bakoel Koffie bintaro... pusing gitu rasanya ketemu banyak orang dan mondar-mandir sibuk gitu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sampe Bintaro, trus mandi-mandi sambil nunggu yang lainnya datang.  Waa,, rame juga tahun ini.. Terus ada banyak banget kado di bawah pohon natal,, although none is for me. Hehe.. &lt;br /&gt;Just like in movies.. but that time was real..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Merry Christmas everyone…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36099152-8773659049368943673?l=wikawiks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/feeds/8773659049368943673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36099152&amp;postID=8773659049368943673&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/8773659049368943673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/8773659049368943673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/2007/01/merry-xmas.html' title='Merry Xmas'/><author><name>Wika Surowidjojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17627107605829987417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/TJiQVdSi9lI/AAAAAAAAAWg/WVzvN0aN8nk/S220/me+and+calya+(edit).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/Rom2YvFG2fI/AAAAAAAAAAs/WF_cI9mokHg/s72-c/DSC00061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36099152.post-4430007992763301508</id><published>2006-12-12T09:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T09:07:03.259+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Woman to Woman Encouragement</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Someone will always be smarter.&lt;br /&gt;Their house will be bigger.&lt;br /&gt;They will drive a better car.&lt;br /&gt;Their children will do better in school.&lt;br /&gt;Their partners will fix more things around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let it go and love you and your circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prettiest woman in the world can have hell in her heart.&lt;br /&gt;The most highly favored woman on your job may be unable to have children.&lt;br /&gt;The richest woman you know - she's got the car, the house, the clothes - might be heartbreakingly lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, love you.&lt;br /&gt;Love who you are right now.&lt;br /&gt;Tell yourself, "I am too blessed to be stressed."&lt;br /&gt;Be blessed ladies and pass this on to encourage another woman.&lt;br /&gt;"To the world you might be one person, but to one person you just might be the world."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;from an email sent by my lovely friend, Desi&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36099152-4430007992763301508?l=wikawiks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/feeds/4430007992763301508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36099152&amp;postID=4430007992763301508&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/4430007992763301508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/4430007992763301508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/2006/12/woman-to-woman-encouragement.html' title='Woman to Woman Encouragement'/><author><name>Wika Surowidjojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17627107605829987417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/TJiQVdSi9lI/AAAAAAAAAWg/WVzvN0aN8nk/S220/me+and+calya+(edit).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36099152.post-3905293690143544912</id><published>2006-12-05T08:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T13:27:11.403+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my planet'/><title type='text'>faRewEll mY FrieNd</title><content type='html'>Hwaaa… akhirnya hari itu tiba juga…&lt;br /&gt;One of my best friends in the office is leaving the office.. meaning, she’s leaving us as well, in a sense that we won’t be seeing each other again everyday.. Even though I’m happy for her, but there’s also part of my heart saying that I’m going to miss her.. *well I guess all the gang will miss her..*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku bakal kangen rumpi-rumpi dan sharing bareng.. about all things.. dari yang penting, serius, kayak masalah keluarga, kerjaan, pertemanan, makanan *ini penting lho..*, sampe yang nggak gitu penting kayak gossip artis dan pembicaraan tak berguna lainnya..&lt;br /&gt;Aku bakal kangen masakan-masakannya dan Tante Mila’s.. *hwaaaa…*&lt;br /&gt;Perburuan mencari kado buat temen-temen dan ‘jalan-jalan’ ke ambas or plasindo juga pasti nggak seseru dulu..&lt;br /&gt;Belum lagi she used to be my partner as dynamic duo in a teamwork..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hik.. hik.. hik..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, everybody has his/her own path.. We may at times be on the same path, but some other times going to different directions. But I believe our friendship would keep us together, whenever, wherever we are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go get your dreams gal..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some photos of her, in her last day at the office, when she had to look for her farewell presents:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36099152-3905293690143544912?l=wikawiks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/feeds/3905293690143544912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36099152&amp;postID=3905293690143544912&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/3905293690143544912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/3905293690143544912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/2006/12/farewell-my-friend.html' title='faRewEll mY FrieNd'/><author><name>Wika Surowidjojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17627107605829987417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/TJiQVdSi9lI/AAAAAAAAAWg/WVzvN0aN8nk/S220/me+and+calya+(edit).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36099152.post-5277027804611899863</id><published>2006-11-27T16:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T16:52:42.143+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my planet'/><title type='text'>Aah.. I miss you guys...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Hari ini tiba-tiba aja jalur e-mail ramai padat sama email-email dari Dicky, Norma dan Echa.. my 3 best friends from Melb.. Dari yang ngomongnya ngaco-ngaco,, sampe ajakan lunch bareng (yang dari dulu nggak kesampaian terus),, sampe mulai ngomong ngaco-ngaco nggak jelas dan nggak ada juntrungannya gitu.. hehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aah,, jadi rindu dehh sama kaliaaan.. Kayaknya lunch kali ini mesti beneran terjadi deh.. Tapi Echa kejauhan yaa kalo lunch di daerah sudirman, secara kantornya… ada di mana Cha..? ‘Jakarta nyemplung laut..” ya… hehehe… itu istilah si Echa tentang lokasi kantornya yang emang di daerah pelabuhan..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dicky&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;ya wes..plasindo aja... yang enak apa ya disana? bakerzin? fish &amp; co, sushi tei, ???&lt;br /&gt;apa dong?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Echa&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Waaa... Dakyu tak mampyu niy…. Kejauhan… macetnya ga nahan, bs 2 jam aja gitu&lt;br /&gt;gw nyampe situ secara gw nearly Jakarta nyemplung laut hihihi… Pulangnya aja&lt;br /&gt;gimana say? Biar gw ga bolak-balik? Hihi… terserah deh…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Norma&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Eh ujan gak disana? Di tempat gua udah nihhh, enak deh romantissss apaaa sehhh?? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wika&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;kayaknya blum deh nor... daritadi mendung terus padahal... duh, moga2 gak ujan pas jam pulang kantor yaa,, bikin macett.. enaknya kalo ujan2 gini,, kita ngopi2 trus rumpi2 gak jelasss... naah, ituuu baru endaaaang...!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dicky&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;ujan... sayang gak ada bakso... hmmm.. makan bakso dingin dingin.. hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wika&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;kayaknya pertemuan kita harus beneran terwujud deh niiih...!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Norma&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Jadi kapan sih kita mau ketemuannya??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Report hasil ketemuan bakal diliput deh.. *itu juga kalo jadii…* semoga jadi deh… I miss them… :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Untuk sementara, untuk melepas rindu,, ini foto pertemuan terakhir.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;buka puasa, courtyard, Plaza Senayan, Oktober 2006..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5200/4406/320/568708/Buka%20Puasa%202006%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36099152-5277027804611899863?l=wikawiks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/feeds/5277027804611899863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36099152&amp;postID=5277027804611899863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/5277027804611899863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/5277027804611899863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/2006/11/aah-i-miss-you-guys.html' title='Aah.. I miss you guys...'/><author><name>Wika Surowidjojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17627107605829987417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/TJiQVdSi9lI/AAAAAAAAAWg/WVzvN0aN8nk/S220/me+and+calya+(edit).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36099152.post-3018333803329675849</id><published>2006-11-24T17:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T17:57:36.014+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Temanku yang Sakit...</title><content type='html'>Kasiaan… temanku yang jarang sakit itu sakit.. udah dua hari dia nggak masuk.. badannya anget dan flu.. kata dokternya, kalo sampe besok badannya tetap panas, dia mesti tes darah.. semoga nggak parah yaa sakitnya.. apalagi sekarang lagi banyak yang flu dan typhus..  L&lt;br /&gt;Padahal hari senin anaknya ultah.. kan kasian kalo bubu-nya sakit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biasanya sih kalo kata orang (orang jawa kali yaa yang punya belief kayak gini..), ada yang suka bilang kalo anak kecil suka sakit di sekitar ulang taunnya, sebelum atau gak lama sesudah dia ultah, katanya orang-orang dulu, itu tandanya dia mau tambah besar.. tapi kok ini ibu-nya yaaa yang sakit…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semoga cepet sembuh yaa Bubu Raska…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36099152-3018333803329675849?l=wikawiks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/feeds/3018333803329675849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36099152&amp;postID=3018333803329675849&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/3018333803329675849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/3018333803329675849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/2006/11/temanku-yang-sakit.html' title='Temanku yang Sakit...'/><author><name>Wika Surowidjojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17627107605829987417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/TJiQVdSi9lI/AAAAAAAAAWg/WVzvN0aN8nk/S220/me+and+calya+(edit).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36099152.post-7747140805677496968</id><published>2006-11-22T10:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T13:16:46.228+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my planet'/><title type='text'>Suddenly 30</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5200/4406/1600/30th%20birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5200/4406/200/30th%20birthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;November 21st, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66cccc;"&gt;… just like a title of a movie..&lt;br /&gt;Well, I eventually I am 30… yup, I’m turning 30..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know,,, some people think that it is a big step in their life.. being 30, you are no longer young.. and that you’re getting old (it seems that you’re getting sooo much older than just other ‘ordinary’ birthdays).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I don’t fell that way.. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so blessed for what He has been giving to me all these years..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;… that God gives me the most wonderful, caring, understanding and loving husband who I love sooo much…&lt;br /&gt;… that He gives me the greatest mother, whose love for me is so unconditional..&lt;br /&gt;… that He gives me a father, who sometimes I feel like it is hard for him to show me that he really cares for me,, but I know that he really does…&lt;br /&gt;… that He gives me the most special Nini, who is not just my grandma, but she can also be my friend.. *I believe not so many people having the special relationship with his/her grandma like I have with my Nini.. and I’m so thankful for that..*&lt;br /&gt;… that He gives me – even only one, but one like that is so precious - a sister who loves me so much, that I can’t even imagine how big is her love for me..&lt;br /&gt;… that He gives me a wonderful great big family who always there when we need each other..&lt;br /&gt;… that He gives me health…&lt;br /&gt;… that He keeps me and my family save from war, poverty and disaster…&lt;br /&gt;… that He helps me through the hard times…&lt;br /&gt;… that He gives me so many incredible wonderful lovely friends… friends from elementary school, from high school, from college, at the office (that means all of you guys… J )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… and so many many many other of His countless blessings for me throughout these years..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God.. for all your beautiful blessings to me.. it may means nothing for everybody else, but it means everything to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep me in Your guidance for all my years to come, keep showering me with your blessings and forgiveness.. Teach me to be a better and better person, each and every single day, for You, for all the people that I really care and love and for everyone I meet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5200/4406/1600/30%20birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5200/4406/200/30%20birthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thank you also for everyone who really care to remember and cherish my beautiful day… Thanks honey, for the beautiful roses.. Thank you for the first 5 person giving me birthday greeting (well, no need to mention all of them, but Rondang and Dini, you are in the list.. hehe..).. Thanks to Irma, Tiessa, Jika, Dinar n Winnie for the lovely clutch bag and your sweet thoughts (also to Irma and Tiessa for helping me preparing the J.Co for the office)… *Also check out Irma's review on my birthday at &lt;a href="http://bundaferrel.blogspot.com/2006/11/ultah-si-bude-brownies.html"&gt;Ultah Si Bude Brownies&lt;/a&gt;*. Thank you all for your sweet and wonderful thoughts and wishes to me.. &lt;strong&gt;they are priceless..!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#66cccc;"&gt;I am grateful being 30… It is better to be 30 and having so many of His blessings in my life, rather than not be able to ‘experience’ the age of 30.. I want to feel being 40, 50, 60, 70 and maybe 80.. and keep thankful for His blessing for me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36099152-7747140805677496968?l=wikawiks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/feeds/7747140805677496968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36099152&amp;postID=7747140805677496968&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/7747140805677496968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/7747140805677496968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/2006/11/suddenly-30.html' title='Suddenly 30'/><author><name>Wika Surowidjojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17627107605829987417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/TJiQVdSi9lI/AAAAAAAAAWg/WVzvN0aN8nk/S220/me+and+calya+(edit).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36099152.post-2919081941234209706</id><published>2006-11-16T09:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T12:52:20.994+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food-vaganza'/><title type='text'>Cafes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5200/4406/1600/coffee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5200/4406/200/coffee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5200/4406/1600/coffee.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;In afternoons, take the weight off you feet, sit on a nice fluffy couch, take a sip of a nice warm cup of latte, close your eyes for few seconds.. aah,, perfecto… &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee is one of my favorite drinks.. and these are the experience of my journey from one café to another..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coffee Bean &amp; Tea Leaf&lt;br /&gt;Rate: Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Nice coffee.. nice ambience.. provides separate smoking area.. good deal for breakfast (with the free refill to your big cup of coffee or tea).. provides you stamp card valid internationally (for 12 stamps, you’ll get 1 free coffee..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bakoel Koffie&lt;br /&gt;Rate: Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Established since the colonial occupancy in Indonesia.. first outlet was in Cikini, Jakarta.&lt;br /&gt;Very nice and strong coffee from various places in Indonesia (I think, particularly Sumatra and Java),, cozy place (you should check out its Barito and Senopati outlets),, at Bakoel, you will be occupied with many games (mostly traditional games such as ular tangga, halma, congklak and bekel),, Love it, love it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gloria Jeans&lt;br /&gt;Rate: if there’s any other café, go to the other café&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I knew Gloria Jeans since I was in Melbourne.. just because it was on my way back to the apartment, so I once in a while bought a cup to go..&lt;br /&gt;Here, I like its atmosphere in Plaza Semanggi.. but I hate the ‘take away’ cups.. even if you are dining in, you still get the take away cup (that cartoon-heat proof-cups). I would much prefer if I drink it from a ‘real’ cup (you know what I mean)..&lt;br /&gt;Ow, and the waiter at Citos,, is horrible. *Sok tau dan asal banget orangnya..!!* I went there twice and I had to face the same jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Starbucks&lt;br /&gt;Rate: moderate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Upps.. sorry if some people would probably disagree with the rate I give to Starbucks. I don’t really like its coffee.. particularly the flavor coffees,, it is so mixed with various flavor so you won’t taste the coffee in it..&lt;br /&gt;But I love its muffins.. yummeh.. the taste is just like the original muffins of Dunkin Donuts back in ‘90s (now Dunkin Donuts don’t use the same recipe as it used to for their muffins). I also like to see Starbucks collections of mugs, tumbler and its other souvenirs – yet they are so expensive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daily Bread&lt;br /&gt;Rate: I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Nice coffee, friendly price for its coffees and bakery.. on weekends, Daily Bread at PIM 1 has its additional value.. they –luckily – have live music in front of its outlet..&lt;br /&gt;Used to be merry’s and my favorite place (also for ‘curhat session’) during college. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Bean Coffee&lt;br /&gt;Rate: Moderate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Overall, so so laah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ground Café&lt;br /&gt;Rate: *not yet rated*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Recommended by its owner, who is a good friend of Irma.. located at JakTV studio. The owner told me that the coffee is imported from Aussie.. it’s lavazza. Should be a nice coffee.. but hasn’t got time to stop by there..&lt;br /&gt;But merry, who once went there, said that the place is not as nice as she expected..&lt;br /&gt;I’ll stop by there sometime and prove it by myself.. :) *Irma, Rondang, Tiessa.. you guys are coming with me, right..?* hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brew &amp;amp; Co&lt;br /&gt;Rate: if there’s any other café, go to the other café&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The hot coffee apparently is not hot at all *langsung ilfil deh..*. Just went there once.&lt;br /&gt;Few weeks ago mas Reggy went there just because he could access internet from the café.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excelso&lt;br /&gt;Rate: I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Similar type with Bakoel Koffie.. offering ‘traditional’ coffee.. cozy and warm place..&lt;br /&gt;The coffee float is refreshing.. you should also try the coffee with avocado in it.. so hard to find in other cafés..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Café Regal&lt;br /&gt;Rate: moderate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We (merry and I) used to find cheaper coffee here (again, back in college). But now the price is just the same with others. The coffee is fine. Surprisingly the seafood pasta is quiet nice, with many seafood topping including fresh shrimps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dome&lt;br /&gt;Rate: moderate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I don’t know why not so many people go there, it’s not too bad actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh La La&lt;br /&gt;Rate: moderate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Well, if there’s a rate between “moderate” and “I love it!”, I would chose that..&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy its variety of bakery.. it’s best spot now is at the skywalk between PIM 1 and PIM 2.&lt;br /&gt;I had a funny experience there when I was in high school.. Shanty (my good friend from high school) won’t forget that.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5200/4406/1600/IMGP1629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5200/4406/200/IMGP1629.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Melrimba Cafe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rate: I love it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;located in Puncak.. nice place, with cool wheather.. now is re-decorated with new style.. love it..&lt;br /&gt;Please make your own rate to the above cafés.. :) You can walk through its beautiful garden, just like a small hidden botanical garden.. very romantic..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Losari Coffee Plantation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rate: I love it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Located in Losari, near Ambarawa, Central Java..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The cafe is uphill, so you can see the beautiful scenery from there.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The coffee is superb.. also love the way they serve the coffee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It has its own coffee plantation *you can take a tour around the plantation and have coffee or high tea inside the plantation* and its beautiful resort. The cottages are design with natural and traditional decoration. even the bath tub is made of single big stone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please make your own rate to the above cafés.. :)&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/36099152-2919081941234209706?l=wikawiks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/feeds/2919081941234209706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36099152&amp;postID=2919081941234209706&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/2919081941234209706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/2919081941234209706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/2006/11/cafes.html' title='Cafes'/><author><name>Wika Surowidjojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17627107605829987417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/TJiQVdSi9lI/AAAAAAAAAWg/WVzvN0aN8nk/S220/me+and+calya+(edit).jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36099152.post-6593022615624418080</id><published>2006-11-13T10:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T13:05:39.535+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food-vaganza'/><title type='text'>Dombrut vs. PSK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5200/4406/1600/satay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5200/4406/200/satay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;As recommended by a friend (= &lt;a href="http://bundaferrel.blogspot.com"&gt;Irma&lt;/a&gt;), akhirnya aku nyobain juga Sate Dombrut (Domba Garut) di Kemang Food Festival.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Ya ampyuun,, rame banget deh si KFF itu kalo malem minggu..&lt;br /&gt;Aku ke sana sama Mas Ip dan si Merry..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Setelah ‘numpang’ duduk di meja yang udah di-reserve sama orang lain (Cuma bisa duduk 1 jam, selesai nggak selesai, mesti berdiri, karena si pemesan meja bakal datang,,), pesen deh si sate dombrut tanpa lemak, nasi goreng dombrut dan tongseng dombrut..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm,,, yummy.. yang paling enak tongsengnya.. lumayan banyak lagi porsinya.. sate dan nasgornya ok juga.. Menu unggulannya tongseng kalo menurutkyuu… *ugh, tapi di KFF kemarin blum sempet nyobain mie item yang diceritain Irma diblog-nya niih..*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi aku dan Mas Ip lebih suka sate di PSK (Penggemar Sate Kiloan).. sate kambing yang ada di daerah Pondok Cabe.. Pusatnya sih di cibubur *penghuni cibubur ada yang tau nggak..?*&lt;br /&gt;Waaa,, enak banget si PSK.. Kambingnya digantung-gantung gitu.. terus, kalau ada pesenan, baru langsung dipotong.. Fresh… Namanya PSK soalnya kita bisa pesannya per-gram gitu. Misalnya 200 gram.. nanti bisa jadi beberapa tusuk... Hasilnya, potongan dagingnya besar-besar.. dan empuk… nyaaam… Nasgor kambing dan sop kambingnya juga ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenernya keduanya kurang tepat untuk dibandingkan sih, karena yang satu domba dan yang satu kambing.. tapi rasanya kan agak mirip, jadi kurasa bisa dijadiin comparison..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Sebenernya lagi, ada juga sate kambing yang OK banget.. tapi di daerah Slawi, Jawa Tengah.. istilahnya Sate Kambing BALIBUL (BAwah LIma BULan).. iya, jadi kambingnya masih berumur di bawah 5 bulan. Kasian yaa, kecil-kecil udah dipotong,, tapi emang empuuuk tenaaan… enak banget!! :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.co.id/imgres?imgurl=http://www.ogc.com.sg/satay.gif&amp;imgrefurl=http://www.ogc.com.sg/cafe1.htm&amp;amp;amp;amp;h=187&amp;w=199&amp;amp;sz=31&amp;tbnid=hXhD5E-0I1SpfM:&amp;amp;amp;amp;tbnh=98&amp;tbnw=104&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dpicture%2Bsatay&amp;start=2&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;oi=images&amp;amp;amp;amp;ct=image&amp;amp;cd=2"&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/36099152-6593022615624418080?l=wikawiks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/feeds/6593022615624418080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36099152&amp;postID=6593022615624418080&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/6593022615624418080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/6593022615624418080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/2006/11/dombrut-vs-psk.html' title='Dombrut vs. PSK'/><author><name>Wika Surowidjojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17627107605829987417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/TJiQVdSi9lI/AAAAAAAAAWg/WVzvN0aN8nk/S220/me+and+calya+(edit).jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36099152.post-7844603749389538800</id><published>2006-11-13T08:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T13:18:57.117+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my planet'/><title type='text'>My * Bestfriend's * Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5200/4406/1600/all%20the%20gals.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5200/4406/320/all%20the%20gals.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yesterday, one of my close friends was married..&lt;br /&gt;Dia dulu juga temen sekantor, yang sekarang udah jadi ibu direktris di perusahaannya sendiri.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Seru juga kawinannya.. soalnya kali ini dari seluruh anggota pertemanan di kantor, hampir semua dateng. Ada Wulan, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bundaferrel.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Irma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pikupikupikupiku.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tiessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;, Jika, Dinar (with her stunning new haircut – ‘modern style’ kalo kata Mas Ip.. hehe..), Winnie dan Evi – the Bride – of course.. Yang absen, (lagi-lagi…) velina.. katanya mau ada ujian sertifikasi besoknya, jadi dia mesti belajar.. Rame dan seru,, soalnya udah lama juga kita nggak selengkap ini..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Evi cantik banget dengan kebaya orange-nya itu.. (as also mentioned by &lt;a href="http://bundaferrel.blogspot.com"&gt;Irma&lt;/a&gt; in her &lt;a href="http://bundaferrel.blogspot.com/2006/11/orange-wedding.html"&gt;orange wedding&lt;/a&gt; review) Pestanya bernuansa orange (or peach tua?) – biru.. Makanannya juga macem-macem.. dan foto-fotonya pre-wednya bagus dan lucu.. Foto-foto yang serius, bagus-bagus.. *Gue kan ketemu elo ya Vi, di PIM pas elo abis foto pre-wed.. nah, kemarin gue bisa liat deh hasil fotonyaa.. =) * Foto-foto yang casualnya, lucu-lucu.. apalagi foto “Reggy’s and Evi’s” yang a la iklan Levi’s itu.. hihi.. sampe difoto lho sama Irma..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Seperti biasa, kita (baca: Irma, Winnie &amp;amp; aku) diminta untuk jadi wedding singers. Kali ini bisa bertiga, soalnya di kawinan yang dulu-dulu, nggak tau kenapa, jadinya cuma berdua terus..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Wah, request lagunya the groom and the bride susah-susah banget. Evi minta lagu “She” (by Elvis Costello) dan Reggy minta “Selamat Datang Cinta” (by AB Three). Gleg… lagu pertama agak susah karena yang nyanyi cowok, sementara range nada-nya cukup jauh. Jadi agak bingung, mau coba nyanyi di kunci apa.. dan agak aneh juga kalo dinyanyiin bareng. Terus lagi, ternyata pengiringnya blum terlalu familiar sama lagu ini. Lagu kedua,, nah, kita yang susah.. soalnya nggak punya waktu untuk latian bareng, sementara lagu itu perlu waktu banget untuk latian harmoni-nya.. well, so much of excuses, so we decided to sing L-O-V-E dan “Because of You”-nya Keith Martin.. Hehehe.. standard banget yaa.. Itu aja udah bela-belain lho latian ke Dhamawangsa Square jam 12 siang di hari kerja..&lt;br /&gt;Udah gitu, pas on ditetapkan, nyanyi-nya cuma 1.. L-O-V-E aja.. ihihi..&lt;br /&gt;Vi,, Reg,, sorry yaaa.. semoga biar cuma 1 lagi tapi gak mengecewakan…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;After quiet a long journey for you and Reggy,, the day you’ve been waiting for has finally arrived.. So happy for you and Reggy ya Vi.. Happily ever after..!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36099152-7844603749389538800?l=wikawiks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/feeds/7844603749389538800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36099152&amp;postID=7844603749389538800&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/7844603749389538800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/7844603749389538800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-bestfriends-wedding.html' title='My * Bestfriend&apos;s * Wedding'/><author><name>Wika Surowidjojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17627107605829987417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/TJiQVdSi9lI/AAAAAAAAAWg/WVzvN0aN8nk/S220/me+and+calya+(edit).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36099152.post-4009591199826485782</id><published>2006-11-07T08:49:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T13:21:13.312+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my planet'/><title type='text'>minal minul..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5200/4406/1600/P1010338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5200/4406/320/P1010338.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lebaran…&lt;br /&gt;Waah,, selaluuu heboooh deh di rumah..&lt;br /&gt;Saat yang dinanti-nantikan seluruh keluarga..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahun ini buka puasa bersama keluarga besar papa-ku cukup banyak.. diawali dengan dinner bersama sebelum puasa di Roro Jonggrang – di mana ditemukan beberapa ‘penampakan’ hiiii…-, terus, tiap weekend, salah satu oomku rajin banget dateng ke rumah Niniku (nenekku) untuk buka bersama.. menyenangkan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terus, sekitar 2 minggu sebelum lebaran, mailing list keluarga mulai rame dengan usulan menu makanan lebaran. Kita biasa pake system potluck.. jadi diaturlah menu apa dan siapa yang siapin. Fyuuh, aku kebagian beli buah.. hihi… no problemooo at all…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… tapiii….&lt;br /&gt;Biarpun cuma bawa buah, tetep nggak lepas dari kewajiban nyiapin rumah Nini yang dijadiin tempat ngumpul seluruh keluarga.. plus ikutan masak bareng dengan bude, tante, tante lagi, mama, Nini, sepupuku dan kakakku..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5200/4406/1600/nini%20wika%20mbak%20dyah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5200/4406/320/nini%20wika%20mbak%20dyah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H-1&lt;br /&gt;Gleg,,, itu rumah bagian depan udah kayak kapal pecaah… panci dan wajan ada di mana-mana.. mana gede-gede banget lagii.. kakakku bilang, itu wajan buat goreng bayi kali.. saking gedenyaa.. maklumlah, budeku si pemilik wajan dan panci ini pengusaha catering..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari pagi sampe sore, kita masak bareng.. bikin lauk lengkap ketupat,, bakwan malang, rujak serut (aslinya sih asinan buah.. tapi karena panas banget, buahnya jadi matang,, disulap deh tuh asinan jadi rujak) dll. Iih, mana panas banget lagi hari ituu,, maaf ya kalo sayurnya agak asiin, mungkin keringet kita ikut netes.. hiiiii… :p&lt;br /&gt;Malem-malem baru pulang deh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5200/4406/1600/P1010302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5200/4406/320/P1010302.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari H&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Idul Fitri.. Mohon Maaf Lahir dan Batin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya dipilih hari ini sebagai hari Lebaran.. setelah terjadi kebingungan kapan siih lebarannya.. sampai minggu malam, kan masih belum jelas kapan 1 syawal-nya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abis sholat ied, langsung berangkat ke rumah Nini di cilandak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waa, makanannya banyak banget.. selain ketupat lengkap, ada dendeng balado, rendang suir dan rendang daging *yang enak banget*, rendang paru, bakwan malang, gudeg wijilen, aneka pempek, rujak serut, asinan (tetep adaa,, ada eyang yang kirim karena dia tau kita pingin asinan. Hebat yaa..), pasta, punch, buah-buahan… bener-bener bisa ‘bales dendam’ setelah sebulan puasa deh.. hehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selain keluarga besar (Niniku dan seluruh anak dan cucunya yang ada di sini), banyak juga sodara yang lain.. intinya, nggak perlu keliling lagi deh untuk halal bihalal.. cukup stand by aja di rumah Nini.. and you’ll get everyone you need to meet.. *walaupun mesti capek juga nyiapin makanan/minuman untuk para tamu…*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorenya baru ke rumah nenekku yang satunya di Bintaro.. ngumpul juga dengan seluruh keluarga dari mamaku..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5200/4406/1600/P1010299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5200/4406/320/P1010299.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H +1&lt;br /&gt;alias Lebaran kedua..&lt;br /&gt;Bapak dan Ibu mertua beserta seluruh keluarganya dateng ke rumah..&lt;br /&gt;Waa,, masak dari pagi sama mama. Mamaku yang hebat itu, bisa selesai masak dalam waktu 2 jam aja lho,, padahal masak 4 menu!! Rame… :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To conclude,,, capek, tapi menyenangkaaan… get to see all my family….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, Lebaran is always one of the most important days of the year…&lt;br /&gt;*My other most important days of the year are.. my birthday (21st of November – coming soon and don’t forget!! Hehe..), my wedding anniversary (12th August), my hubby’s birthday (17th Jan) and new year.. well, so far, there are 5 days in a year.. but the list may be added.. :) *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36099152-4009591199826485782?l=wikawiks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/feeds/4009591199826485782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36099152&amp;postID=4009591199826485782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/4009591199826485782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/4009591199826485782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/2006/11/minal-minul.html' title='minal minul..'/><author><name>Wika Surowidjojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17627107605829987417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/TJiQVdSi9lI/AAAAAAAAAWg/WVzvN0aN8nk/S220/me+and+calya+(edit).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36099152.post-116227631906940213</id><published>2006-10-31T13:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T13:01:18.610+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food-vaganza'/><title type='text'>THE HISTORY OF MY BROWNIES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5200/4406/1600/Brownies%20box.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5200/4406/200/Brownies%20box.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Melbourne,,, it was back in 2001…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadinya cuma iseng-iseng aja…&lt;br /&gt;Waktu kuliah di Melbourne, pernah iseng pingin masak cake.. jadi inget sama brownies yang suka dibuat di rumah Niniku (= nenekku)..&lt;br /&gt;Telfon deh aku ke rumah Nini.. tapi lagi nggak ada orang.. terus aku sms mamaku.. tapi nggak dibales-bales juga.. telfon juga.. Sampe malemnya, mamaku telfon dengan suara rada panik,, dia pikir aku kenapa-kenapa gitu, soalnya nelfonin ke mana-mana seharian. Hehehe.. *cari perhatian banget nggak seeh…. Padahal cuma mau tanya resep brownies aja…*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pas dapet, besoknya kubikin deh si brownies..&lt;br /&gt;berhubung baru sekali itu pake oven untuk bikin cake (biasanya untuk bikin roast lamb, baked fish,, *uugh, jadi laperr…*),, alhasil… GOSONG BERATZ..!!! hahaha…. Tinggal sedikit gitu yang selamat dari gosong.. Sediiih deh.. laporan ke ‘headquarter’ di Jakarta,, bilang kalo browniesnya gagal total… Tapi Adil &amp;amp; Banu, dua sepupuku yang tinggal bareng itu cuek aja, tetep makan si blacknies (bukan brownies lagi namanya, abis item siiih… hehe..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penasaran,,,&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa hari kemudian, aku bikin lagi browniesnya..&lt;br /&gt;Wa,, kali ini sukses…!! Hm,, nyam nyaaam…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejak itu, aku mulai modifikasi resep brownies Niniku.. biasanya pakai loyang yang besar dan tinggi,, aku ganti pake loyang yang pendek (biar lebih brownies yang ‘kayak’ bantat gitu,, kalo yang di rumah, jadi kayak cake gitu,, tebel banget..).. Terus aku tambah keju dalam adonannya.. jadi rebih gurih rasanya…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lumayan, waktu itu, bisa jadi hiburan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jakarta,,, November 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Waktu mau ulang taun, aku bingung, mau bawa kue apa yaa ke kantor.. kalo nggak salah, ultahku jatuhnya hari senin waktu itu.. Akhirnya, suamiku usul, bikin brownies aja..&lt;br /&gt;Masak deh hari minggu itu… jadi 2 loyang besar kalo nggak salah,, dan dipotong kotak-kotak. Di bagian atasnya, ada potongan kacang, parutan keju dan hiasan selai coklat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa,, seneng deh.. ternyata temen-temen di kantor pada sukaa… *moga-moga mereka nggak lip service aja ya… hehehe..*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jakarta,,, Desember 2005 - now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gara-gara ‘dikomporin’ sama temen-temen,,, akhirnya aku coba deh nawarin si brownies untuk dijual,, dalam rangka natal dan tahun baru.&lt;br /&gt;Research dulu,, bahan-bahannya bisa aku beli di mana.. terus, ukurannya brownies-nya sebesar apa dan packaging-nya kayak apa.. Toppingnya aku modifikasi lagi, pakai kenari, kismis dan choco chip. Formula resepnya juga,, Akhirnya jadi deh kayak yang di foto ini..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tawarin ke temen-temen di kantor, kantornya Merry (my best friend) dan kantor mamaku… wa, nggak nyangka, taunya banyak juga yang pesen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terus, waktu lebaran kemarin ini,, aku diminta juga bikin sama temen-temenku.. wah, kali ini kelabakan deh.. sampai terpaksa menolak beberapa pesanan. Abis takut nggak sanggup,, mana kan ‘asisten’ di rumah pada pulang kampung semua..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ternyata, dari iseng-iseng aja, bisa menghasilkan sesuatu yang berguna.. selain seneng bikinnya, bisa dapet sedikit penghasilan tambahan juga,, lebih seneng lagi siih kalo yang makan brownies-nya bilang kalo brownies-nya enak… puas deh rasanyaa.. berarti, masakanku enak,, dan bisa bikin orang lain senang juga…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My special thanks to Nini.. for your secret recipe.. Thanks to Mama and Mas Ip for your support and help in the kitchen…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36099152-116227631906940213?l=wikawiks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/feeds/116227631906940213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36099152&amp;postID=116227631906940213&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/116227631906940213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/116227631906940213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/2006/10/history-of-my-brownies.html' title='THE HISTORY OF MY BROWNIES'/><author><name>Wika Surowidjojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17627107605829987417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/TJiQVdSi9lI/AAAAAAAAAWg/WVzvN0aN8nk/S220/me+and+calya+(edit).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36099152.post-116099242299040326</id><published>2006-10-16T15:03:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T13:15:48.295+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my planet'/><title type='text'>Irma, Tiessa dan Browniesku</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7214/4027/1600/brownies%20with%20nuts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7214/4027/320/brownies%20with%20nuts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Glegg… Puasa hari ini berat juga.. udah ngantuk (gara-gara weekend beredar ke sana dan ke sini..), panas, … dan tumben banget hari kok terasa laper ya..? Hehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Udah gitu,, si Irma tiba-tiba muncul di ruang kerjaku,,, dia tau-tau nawar mau beli brownies bikinanku yang sebenernya pesanan orang lain. Gara-gara hari ini salah bawa pesanan orang, jadi brownies double-chocolate cheese itu mau aku bawa pulang lagi dan diganti sama yang sesuai pesanan besok pagi. Eeh,, belum sampai rumah, si brownies udah di’bajak’ sama Irma dan Tiessa.. katanya mereka berdua kelaperan… Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Terusnya lagii,, baruuu aja mereka telfon dari ruangan mereka,, Ngoceh-ngoceh nggak jelas sambil ada suara “munchhh,, munch,, munch…” – suara mengunyah-ngunyah brownies…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Kyaaa,, jadi tambah laper deh… *sabaarrr,,, 2 jam lagi buka puasaaa… * Hehehe…&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, thanks yaa brownies-ku laku,, padahal pesenan yang salah bawa… Lariss lariss larriiiiss….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Baca juga yaa cerita tentang &lt;strong&gt;Brownies Wika &lt;/strong&gt;(to be released later on)*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36099152-116099242299040326?l=wikawiks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/feeds/116099242299040326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36099152&amp;postID=116099242299040326&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/116099242299040326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/116099242299040326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/2006/10/irma-tiessa-dan-browniesku_16.html' title='Irma, Tiessa dan Browniesku'/><author><name>Wika Surowidjojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17627107605829987417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/TJiQVdSi9lI/AAAAAAAAAWg/WVzvN0aN8nk/S220/me+and+calya+(edit).jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36099152.post-116097910659412436</id><published>2006-10-16T12:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T13:54:28.245+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Blog, My First Posting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7214/4027/1600/100_2648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7214/4027/320/100_2648.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proudly present: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;wikawiks.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;...!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog baruku... my first one.. hasil paksaan Irma, temen kantorku yang lagi rajin-rajinnya bikin blog.. Bikinnya aja di ruangannya dia.. pake komputernya Tiessa, temenku yang lain lagi, yang satu ruangan sama Irma. Biar bisa nanya-nanya sama mereka yang udah jagoan bikin blog ini.. :) Thanks ya girls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*info foto (dari kiri ke kanan): Tiessa, Irma dan akuuu..*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hmm,, ini soft launching dulu kali yaa.. soalnya masih under construction niiyy.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36099152-116097910659412436?l=wikawiks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/feeds/116097910659412436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36099152&amp;postID=116097910659412436&amp;isPopup=true' title='85 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/116097910659412436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36099152/posts/default/116097910659412436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wikawiks.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-first-blog-my-first-posting.html' title='My First Blog, My First Posting'/><author><name>Wika Surowidjojo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17627107605829987417</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QXR8vDjTYFk/TJiQVdSi9lI/AAAAAAAAAWg/WVzvN0aN8nk/S220/me+and+calya+(edit).jpg'/></author><thr:total>85</thr:total></entry></feed>
