<?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-9622822</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:01:39.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ist das so? ;)</title><subtitle type='html'>keseharian seorang ibu rt yg nyambi jadi e-mail engineer</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641699652009971998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9622822.post-112867691905720650</id><published>2005-10-07T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T02:21:59.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quartalslebenskris</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wenn du zur Mayerschen oder Thalia gehst oder bei Amazon.de schaust, wirst du eine ganze Menge Bücher finden, die die Leute als „chick lit“ bezeichnen. „Chick lit“ bedeutet Frauenliteratur, die über Frauen im Alter von Ende 20 bis Mitte 30 erzählt. Normalerweise sind die Autoren auch Frauen.&lt;br /&gt;Nach meiner Beobachtung, geht es in „chick lit“ immer um Frauenprobleme mit dem Alter. Warum kann man so viel über Frauen in diesem Alter erzählen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es gibt so viele Probleme bei Frauen. Natürlich gibt es bei Männern auch Probleme, aber Frauenprobleme sind interessanter zu lesen. Diese „chick lits“ sind eigentlich mehr oder weniger die Realität der Frauen in deiner Umgebung mit ihren Problemen. Was sind denn die Probleme bei Frauen in diesem Alter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Das größte Problem in diesem Alter ist normalerweise ist die Suche nach dem Traumprinzen ihres Lebens. Ja! Wenn du deine Umgebung beobachtest, hast du bestimmt gemerkt, wie viele Frauen in dem Alter Sorgen haben, weil sie keine feste Beziehung oder überhaupt keinen Freund haben. Ich komme aus einem Land, wo die östliche Kultur eine große Rolle spielt. Dort ist es noch sehr wichtig, eine Familie zu gründen. Frauen sollen im Alter zwischen Ende Zwanzig und 30 Jahren schon verheiratet sein. Ansonsten gibt es wenig Chancen, einen qualifizierten Junggesellen zu bekommen :D&lt;br /&gt;Also, ist das nicht stressig, wenn du schon in dem Alter bist, und Frauen in deiner Umgebung und deine Freundinnen schon verheiratet sind, sogar schon paar Kinder haben, und du, du noch nach Mr. Right suchst? Oje… du hast dann wirklich schlechte Karten ;)&lt;br /&gt;Ach, aber was soll’s? Guck doch noch mal mit deinen inneren Augen, und hör einen Moment auf traurig zu sein. Du hast doch dein eigenes Leben. Du kannst machen, was du willst, ohne darüber nachzudenken, ob ihm dies oder jenes passt. Du kannst dein Geld für ein MiuMiu Kleid ausgeben ohne darüber nachzudenken, dass in diesem Monat wieder nichts gespart wurde! So.. genieß dein Leben, so wie es ist. Wenn irgendwann Mr. Right kommt, hast du schon genügend Erfahrung gesammelt, und bist bereit, mit ihm dein Leben zu teilen ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ein anderes Problem ist das Finanzmanagement :) Manche Frauen in diesem Alter wissen nicht so genau wie sie ihre Finanzierung geschickt planen sollen. Sie können nicht richtig entscheiden, welcher Einkauf wichtig ist, und welche Dinge warten müssen. Es gibt so viele schöne Angebote auf dem Markt, die sich um Schönheit drehen. Und als Frauen wollen wir natürlich immer strahlend aussehen, schöne Kleidung anziehen und passende Schuhe und Taschen dazu tragen ;) Hahaha.. das ist natürlich ziemlich kompliziert, wenn wir auch noch an die Altersvorsorge denken müssen.&lt;br /&gt;Tja, ehrlich gesagt, wir Frauen müssen lernen, mindestens eine Finanzplanung zu machen. Das ist der erste Schritt. Ob die Planung verwirklicht wird, ist eine andere Frage ;) Wichtig ist, dass du glücklich mit deinem Leben bist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Das waren zwei von tausend Problemen von Frauen von Ende 20 bis Mitte 30. Also, jetzt weißt du warum es so viel chick lits gibt, und warum Frauen so interessant sind! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Semua wanita itu cantik, tak peduli dia kuning, coklat, putih ataupun hitam&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9622822-112867691905720650?l=vandifili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/feeds/112867691905720650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9622822&amp;postID=112867691905720650' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/112867691905720650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/112867691905720650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/2005/10/quartalslebenskris.html' title='Quartalslebenskris'/><author><name>Vanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641699652009971998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9622822.post-112134964729293635</id><published>2005-07-14T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T07:00:47.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Was machst du, wenn du etwas dir Wichtiges verlierst?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Verluste gibt es jeden Tag auf der Welt. Der Fernseher des Nachbarn um die Ecke wurde geklaut, eine Kurskollegin hat ihr Portmonee aus Versehen im Cafe liegen gelassen, Mütter im Irak haben durch den Krieg ihre Söhne verloren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neulich ist mir auch etwas Blödes passiert, mit dem Ergebnis, dass ich Dinge, die mir wichtig sind, verloren habe. Das ist nicht so wichtig, wie der Fernseher, das Portmonee und vor allen Dingen nicht so wichtig wie die verlorenen  Söhne. Das klingt vielleicht für einige Leute lächerlich, wenn sie erfahren, warum ich so traurig bin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aus Versehen habe ich letztens alle SMS auf meinem Handy gelöscht L Ich wollte nur den Ausgangsordner löschen. Dummerweise habe ich einfach die Taste gedrückt, ohne die ganzen Hinweise zu lesen. Whoossh… auf einmal waren alle meine Nachrichten weg L Ich konnte nichts mehr machen. Ich habe fast geweint!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Das war nicht das erste Mal, dass ich den Ausgangsordner gelöscht habe. Ich habe das schon oft gemacht und nichts ist passiert. Aber diesmal hatte ich wirklich Pech. Wenn man nicht in den Ausgangsordner geht, bezieht sich der Löschbefehl auf alle Ordner, also auch auf den Eingangordner. Mein Handy hat mir das auch angezeigt,, aber ich habe es nicht richtig gelesen und wie immer einfach ‚Ja’ gedrückt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durch diesen Unfall habe ich alle mir wichtigen Nachrichten verloren. Sie waren von meinem ex Freund *er ist jetzt mein Mann geworden ;) * , meiner Mutter, meinem Bruder, meinem Vater und von meinen besten Freunden. Ich bin echt total traurig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vielleicht findest du meine Traurigkeit lächerlich. Aber wenn du selber etwas verloren hast, das du sehr gerne hattest, kannst du vielleicht verstehen, wie ich mich jetzt gerade fühle L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tja, Dinge zu verlieren ist wirklich traurig und schmerzhaft. Trotzdem können wir daraus lernen, damit wir das nächste Mal vorsichtiger sein, und auf diese wichtigen Sachen besser aufpassen werden. Jetzt möchte ich meine Kräfte sammeln und versuchen weiterzuleben – wenn ich ein bisschen übertreiben darf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sms-sms baru mulai masuk lagi.. live goes on ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9622822-112134964729293635?l=vandifili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/feeds/112134964729293635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9622822&amp;postID=112134964729293635' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/112134964729293635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/112134964729293635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/2005/07/was-machst-du-wenn-du-etwas-dir.html' title='Was machst du, wenn du etwas dir Wichtiges verlierst?'/><author><name>Vanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641699652009971998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9622822.post-112005478093795057</id><published>2005-06-29T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T07:19:40.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex and the City vs Desperate Housewives</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nach der‚Sex and the City’-Euphorie freuen sich die Frauen in der Welt wieder über eine neue TV-Serie. ‚Desperate Hausewives’ heißt sie. Während ‚Sex and the City’ von vier schönen, erfolgreichen Freundinnen, die alle Single sind handelt, geht es in ‚Desperate Housewives’ um vier befreundete schöne, reiche und verheiratete Nachbarinnen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Der große Unterschied zwischen den beiden TV Serien ist der Status der Frauen. In Sex and the City hat man gelernt, dass ledige Frauen machen können, was sie wollen. ‚Single zu sein ist großartig’ ist das Motto dieser vier Freundinnen. Sie sind schön, haben eine gute Arbeit, , leben in der schönsten Stadt in der Welt, werden von Männern umschwärmt. Was braucht man noch im Leben? Jawohl, genau das ist das die Frage! Was braucht man noch im Leben! Wenn Sie denken, dass diese wunderschönen Frauen mit ihrem Zustand zufrieden waren, dann irren Sie sich. Ne.. ihr Leben ist noch nicht komplett. Es fehlt noch etwas: Der Prinz ihres Herzens :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, in sechs Staffeln von ‚Sex and the City’ haben die Zuschauer mitbekommen, wie die wunderschönen Frauen im prachtvollen New York nach ihrem Traumprinzen suchten. Sie suchten und suchten. Mal meinten sie, dass sie den Prinzen schon gefunden haben, aber dann haben sie Fehler begangen. Die Liebe ist leider wieder verflogen. Oje, dass war wirklich nicht leicht, trotz Schönheit und Erfolg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andererseits erfahren wir, was anders in ‚Desperate Housewives’ ist. Die schönen Frauen haben schon den Prinzen Ihrer Herzen gefunden, sind mit ihm schon verheiratet, haben schon eine glückliche Familie gegründet. Glücklich? Sind sie wirklich glücklich? Von außen sieht es so aus. Sie haben süße Kinder, ein großes Haus, teuren Schmuck vom Ehemann und immer noch eine schlanke Figur ;) Was macht einen noch glücklicher im Leben? Sie haben ja alles! Na… Sie irren sich wieder. Sie sind nicht so glücklich, wie Sie denken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die eine Frau ist trotz des Reichtums und der teuren Geschenke des Ehemanns mit ihrem jungen Gärtner fremdgegangen. Eine andere Frau ist die ganze Zeit gestresst, weil sie ihre erfolgreiche Karriere wegen ihres süßen, aber sehr frechen Kindes, aufgeben musste und ihre ganze Zeit mit ihrem kleinen Teufelchen verbringen muss. Eine weitere hat eine Ehekrise, weil der Ehemann wegen ihres Perfektionismus mit ihr unglücklich ist. Die letzte wurde von ihrem Ehemann verlassen und ist jetzt eine alleinstehende Mutter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Das Leben von diesen hinreißenden Frauen ist voll von Geheimnissen und sie sind manchmal schwarz. Die Zuschauer werden jedes Mal überrascht, dass es so viele Intrigen gibt. Dort kann man sehen, wie gefährlich Frauen sein können, wenn ihre Würde verletzt wird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‚Sex and the City’ hat sehr viel Erfolg gehabt. Wahrscheinlich wird ‚Desperate Housewives’ genauso erfolgreich sein. Manchmal sind die Unterhaltungen ziemlich komisch und ironisch. Trotzdem lieben viele Frauen in der Welt die Serie :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;hihi udah lama gak nulis, gpp yah.. bahas pelem seri kesukaan gue saat ini :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9622822-112005478093795057?l=vandifili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/feeds/112005478093795057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9622822&amp;postID=112005478093795057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/112005478093795057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/112005478093795057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/2005/06/sex-and-city-vs-desperate-housewives.html' title='Sex and the City vs Desperate Housewives'/><author><name>Vanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641699652009971998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9622822.post-111640245199353993</id><published>2005-05-18T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T00:54:05.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>28 Tahun Usiaku Kini</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hari ini umurku nambah lagi, Alhamdulillah. Ucapan-ucapan selamat dan kado-kado mungilpun sudahku terima, dari kekasih, keluarga, teman-teman dekat yang jauh dimata tapi dekat di hati, maupun teman-teman lama, dari bos, maupun kolega. Hatiku terus terang senang, bahagia, karena orang-orang yang kusayangi ingat akan ultahku. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sebenernya apa sih makna ultah? Untukku selain umur bertambah, terus terang yang bikin aku bahagia adalah, menerima selamat-selamat dari orang-orang sekelilingku, yang aku sayangi. Dengan begitu akupun tau, kalo mereka juga ingat akanku, dan merekapun punya rasa sayang terhadapku. Doa-doa yang dilontarkan, membuat hatiku bahagia dan mataku berbinar-binar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Selain itu apalagi makna ultah? Ntahlah akupun gak begitu tau. Cuman pas ultah aku suka agak berpikir-pikir, apa saja yang sudah kuperbuat ditahun sebelumnya, menempuh umurku yang kemaren, dan apalagi yang hendaknya kulakukan untuk umurku yang baru. Terus terang aku orangnya egois, dan mentingin diri sendiri. Kekasih hatiku sudah kenyang dengan sifatku yang satu itu. Sifat yang satu itu selalu kubawa-bawa ditiap tahun hidupku. Bagaimana ya cara menguranginya? Mudah-mudahan diumurku yang ini agak-agak berkurang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kebiasaan ultah lainnya adalah, aku suka menyenangkan orang-orang sekelilingku diwaktu ultah. Bikin kue, makan-makan sedikit, yang penting kumpul-kumpul dengan orang-orang dekat. Itu juga selalu bikin aku bahagia. Kayanya kalo aku ultah sendirian, bikinku sedih setengah mati. Taun kemaren contohnya, aku di tempat baru, suamiku baru dateng malem harinya, dan aku tak kenal siapa-siapa.. huhuhu.. aku bener-bener nelongso :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ahh.. doaku hanya satu, semoga aku bisa makin sayang kepada Nya, dan orang-orang sekelilingku, dan aku juga makin disayang Nya dan orang-orang sekelilingku. Amiinn…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;28 tua gak ya??? :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9622822-111640245199353993?l=vandifili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/feeds/111640245199353993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9622822&amp;postID=111640245199353993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/111640245199353993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/111640245199353993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/2005/05/28-tahun-usiaku-kini.html' title='28 Tahun Usiaku Kini'/><author><name>Vanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641699652009971998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9622822.post-111597613365812905</id><published>2005-05-13T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T02:22:13.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday the 13th...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gue barusan presentasi. Presentasi kali ini cukup istimewa, walaupun tak seistimewa presentasi selesai kuliah sih.. hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;Didepan bos-bos gede *selain badan mereka gede2, posisinya di perusahan pada gede juga :p* gue mpresentasiin proyek gue. Bos gue ikut serta mendampingin gue, heheh.. buat ngebantuin kalo ada yang nanya macam-macam dan bikin pusying, jadi biar dia aja yang jawab, heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jam  10 kurang dikit kita dah nyampe di ruang miting bos-bos. Sebelon gue ada suplier yang presentasi juga. Heheh.. sedangkan si om itu aja keliatan agak nervous, apalagi gue ya? Gue deg-degan banget.. ngeliat größe männer itu.. huhuhu.. tatuuuttt…&lt;br /&gt;Trus gue doa-doa aja, sambil narik napas dalam-dalam. Semoga.. gue gak lupa harus ngomong apa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah si mas supplier selesai, datanglah giliran gue. Jreng..jreng… si bos yang paling gede bilang.. tenang ajah.. kita ramah-ramah semua kok.. gak usah takut.. tentang masalah bahasa, kita juga ngerti kok, kalo kamu punya kesulitan. Karena suasana jadi locker, gue jadi agak tenang dikit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slide pertama lancar, yang kedua juga. Nah.. pas yang ketiga nih.. gue lupa satu kata Jerman yang sialnya emang gue selalu lupa terus ama kata itu huh.. :( Tapi untungnya gue kali ini agak tangkas, gak pake mikir-mikir lagi. Gue langsung lompat aja ke kalimat berikut.. hihihi sebelum gue makin tergagu-gagu :p Tapi untungnya setelah accident kecil itu, semua berjalan lancar :) Bos gue juga senang.. heheh tak sia-sia kita latihan dua hari buat presentasi :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menarik juga sih pengalaman presentasi didepan orang-orang penting. Buat latihan, biar kalo ngomong gak grogi terus dan gak terlalu malu-maluin.. hihihi&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang juga gue tau, jadi bos besar itu emang asik, bisa ngapain ajah, yang lain gak bakal protes. Jadi gini ceritanya…Waktu interview dulu, gue juga dah liat sih kalo si bos gede ngerokok cerutu. Buseettt.. tu cerutu kan walopun mahal.. baunya minta ampun.. Nah hari ini pas miting mereka itu, si bos juga dengan santainya ngerokok cerutu. Padahal tu ruangan agak ada acnya dikit sepoi-sepoi. Weleh… gue yang nervous makin nervous aja deh. Tapi apalah daya.. gue gak mungkin protes dung.. ihiks.. Heheh.. kalo itu perjalanan di bus lintas Sumatera gue dah muntah-muntah kali hihihi :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Huaahh.. sekarang gue tenang dan senang.. Siap menyamput long weekend dengan Fililien tercinta.. heheh ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9622822-111597613365812905?l=vandifili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/feeds/111597613365812905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9622822&amp;postID=111597613365812905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/111597613365812905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/111597613365812905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/2005/05/friday-13th.html' title='Friday the 13th...'/><author><name>Vanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641699652009971998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9622822.post-111589659326474845</id><published>2005-05-12T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T04:16:33.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Lover!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sore itu aku melihat dia untuk pertama kalinya. Jantungku berdetak kencang. Mataku tak lepas memandang sosoknya. Senyum terukir dari bibirku. Kupercepat langkahku, kudatangi dia. Kupandangi sosoknya sekali lagi, sebelum tanganku merabanya. Ohh.. lembutnya kulitnya. Kuraih dia.. kupandangi sosoknya dengan teliti. Hatiku bertambah girang. Ya… sorakku.. dia yang kucari! Tak sabar dia ingin kucoba. Kupandang ukurannya, ahhh.. bukan ukuranku. Hatiku ciut, mataku berkaca-kaca. Haruskah kulepaskan dia? Walau aku tau kita bukan pasangan yang pas, dia tetap kucoba. Ah.. benar dugaanku dia terlalu kebesaran untukku. Hatiku hancur berderai. Kenapa bukan dia jodohku? Ah.. sepatu biru, kapan lagi kutemukan sepatu yang mirip denganmu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Karya 100 kata pertama, termasuk ahhh dan ohh.. hehehe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9622822-111589659326474845?l=vandifili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/feeds/111589659326474845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9622822&amp;postID=111589659326474845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/111589659326474845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/111589659326474845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/2005/05/hello-lover.html' title='Hello Lover!'/><author><name>Vanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641699652009971998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9622822.post-111519928958997808</id><published>2005-05-04T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T02:34:49.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiramisu Buah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Biasanya tiramisu selalu datang bersama rekan-rekannya lady fingers, espresso, dan kadang pake rum kadang ohne. Tapi alhasil nyontek dari si Tim di VOX gue memvariasikan tiramisu dengan buah2an. Karena di Jerman apel melimpah-limpah, variasi pertama adalah dengan apel, dan karena sekarang sedang musimnya strawberry, variasi kedua gue buat dengan buah tersebut. Dan rasanya.. hmm… gak kalah dung ama tiramisu klasik :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resepnya sebagai berikut:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adonan creme:&lt;br /&gt;Mascarpone &amp; Magerquark : 1:1&lt;br /&gt;Gula ¼ gelas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pengganti lady finger:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Variasi apel:&lt;br /&gt;Apfelmus&lt;br /&gt;Apel dipotong kecil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Variasi Strawberry:&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry kalengan di ancurin tanpa air&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry segar dipotong kecil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accessory:&lt;br /&gt;Lady finger iris tipis-tipis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cara buat:&lt;br /&gt;Adonan crème diaduk pake mixer jadi satu ampe kembang.&lt;br /&gt;Buat variasi apel, campur apfelmus dan apel segar jadi satu. Demikian juga buat variasi strawberry, semua dicampur.&lt;br /&gt;Layer 1: Sebarkan crème di loyang.&lt;br /&gt;Layer 2: Sebarkan variasi-variasi pengganti lady finger.&lt;br /&gt;Kerjakan begitu setrusnya sampai kedua adonan abis.&lt;br /&gt;Layer paling akhir: tabor lady finger yg udah di iris tipis diatasnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmmhh.. cocok banget buat menyambut kedatangan summer, segaarr :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9622822-111519928958997808?l=vandifili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/feeds/111519928958997808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9622822&amp;postID=111519928958997808' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/111519928958997808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/111519928958997808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/2005/05/tiramisu-buah.html' title='Tiramisu Buah'/><author><name>Vanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641699652009971998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9622822.post-111390383069058322</id><published>2005-04-19T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T02:43:50.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nasi Rames</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Setelah berhasil nyetanin 2 orang teman dengan iming-iming nasi rames, akhirnya Sabtu kemaren kita berame-rame ke Venlo. Kita gak cuman bertiga tapi bersembilan, hehehe soalnya salah satu temen gue tadi berhasil nyetanin temen-temennya 6 orang lagi, dengan janji-janji yang sama, yaitu NASI RAMES hahahah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dengan semangat 45 Sabtu itu gue bangun pagi, padahal Jumat malamnya kita abis begadang juga tuh.. biasa.. hehehe salsa tanzen, ama temen2 les ;)&lt;br /&gt;Di Duisburg Hbf, gue ketemulah ama makluk2 yang telah tersetani dan punya satu tujuan, uhumm.. nasi rames :p Eng..ing..eng… off  to Venlo :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyampe di Venlo, gue kena periksa ama polisi Londo.. huh.. sebal.. gara-gara gak bawa passport. Tapi untunglah, kagak perlu bayar denda, dia nelpon ke Jerman, dan data gue baik-baik sajah.. hihihi.. Accident kecil ini segera terlupakan pas kita nyampe di centrumnya Venlo. Mayan loh centrumnya.. lucu-lucu juga. Banyak toko-toko lucu :D Trus perjalanan dilanjutkan dengan poto sana poto sini, trus akhirnya sampai juga deh ke marketnya. Huhuhu… marketnya juga mirip2 Blok M gitu deh.. heheh tapi ada yg jualan bunga2 banyak.. hmhh.. cantik-cantik :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah ngelilingin market, akhirnya kami sampailah ke tempat tujuan utama: Toko Putri :)&lt;br /&gt;Pas nyampe langsung dismabut sama si tante toko *si tante ini pas akhir2 ketauan pelit bener &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:( * Wuaahhh … kita langsung ngerubutin etalase makanannya.. *malu* uhumm.. sambil nelen2 ludah gituh :p *malu lagi nih*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di etalase itu terpampang, risoles, lemper, bakcang, trus RAMES laukpauk yang kita damba-dambakan hehehe :D Ada daging balado, ayam rica2, daging bumbu bali, tempe dan tahu balado plus ada petenya hihihi, trus kering tempe, serundeng.. huaahh lengkaaapp dengan sambel buncis dan sayur asem.. nyumnyumnuym.. :D&lt;br /&gt;Kebayangkan gimana kiat semua gak nelen-nelen ludah.. norak deh pokoknya :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi sebelon makan, kita mutusin untuk explore tokonya dulu, plus belanja. Huaahh isi tokoknya juga macem-macem. Ada teh sosro, bapo, risol, lemper, klepon, dadar ijo, sambel dengan beragam2 rasa, trus keripik2 plus camilan2 Indo, trus tempe, tahu, ama beragam2 Gewürze, huaahh.. pokoknya yang kabita.. langsung dah keranjang belanjaannya penuh.. huhuhuhu :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah puas belanja dan cek kesana kemari, anak-anak langsung balik ke selera asal, ke NASI RAMES hahahah :D Milih lauk dan sayur-sayurnya, trus kita langsung makan. Hmmhh… nyamnyam banget deh.. *ini aja lagi nulis gue ampe ngiler lagih  nih :D *&lt;br /&gt;Mulut jadi bau pete hahaha.. abis itu petenya berasa banget ;)&lt;br /&gt;Daann.. seperti kata pepatah, makan apa sajah, minumnya selalu Teh Sosro.. huaahhh nikmaatttt… :) Pokoknya bener-bener dah kagak nyesel..sel..sel.. jauh-jauh gue ke Venlo. *Philipp yang gak bisa nemenin gue kasi oleh-oleh lauk rames juga.. heheh jadi gue gak merasa berdosa makan enak sendiri ;) Dan dia pun seang plus kenyang :D *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puas makan, minum, belanja, akhirnya kekenyangan, pas di kereta gosip2 makin asik hehehe :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hidup nAsI RAmEs!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9622822-111390383069058322?l=vandifili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/feeds/111390383069058322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9622822&amp;postID=111390383069058322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/111390383069058322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/111390383069058322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/2005/04/nasi-rames.html' title='Nasi Rames'/><author><name>Vanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641699652009971998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9622822.post-111376800069233919</id><published>2005-04-17T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T13:00:00.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>London Part 2: Things To Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;During the day there were quite a lot of interesting activities we did. We visited some museums and joined tours. The best thing about London is that most of the museums are free of charge; you just give donation, if you want and I think it is important to donate to keep them free of charge. I divided this chapter into two, pay and for free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I. Free of Charge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tate Modern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms" src="http://www.geocities.com/vandalestari/Londonthingstodo/tate.JPG" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are two Tates in London, Tate Britain and Tate Modern. This one is in front of Millennium Bridge. The Museum is huge and as its name, it contains modern arts. It is divided in two parts, one part containing landscape and while the other contains real object. I can hardly understand about the modern art, and it was a big mistake that we didn’t rent any audio guide. I was so puzzled there and could just wonder what the artist actually wanted to express. After some time I arrived at the conclusion that I am not very interested in this kind of art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The art was so strange and sometimes mean, for example, it was one room with a big screen. On the screen you can see one girl being harassed by her mother. The mother pulled, pushed, kicked, hit and said swear words to her. It was so mean, what kind of art is that? :-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;From the Espresso Bar in 4th floor there was really beautiful view. You can see London town, with St. Paul’s Cathedral, Millennium Bridge, and the skyscrapers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms" src="http://www.geocities.com/vandalestari/Londonthingstodo/tates.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For Philipp the more interesting view was the structure of the Tate Modern. Tate Modern was an old huge power plant. The structure consists of the steal, so I guess you know why he was so excited. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He showed the same excitement as we walked over the Millennium Bridge, oh dear :-D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The National Gallery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This museum is incredible. There are a huge collection of famous and beautiful paintings. We admired the collection of the pictures presented in chronological order, starting from 13th century until 19th. It was interesting to see how arts developed. This time we were smarter, we rented the audio guide, so that we had a better understanding of the paintings and their respective histories..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Beside the famous paintings from Da Vinci, Van Gogh, Monet and Rembrandt, there were some other impressive paintings. One is from German painter, *I didn’t write down his name*, he made the first caricature, which was quite strange in his time, in 1500. It was an ugly old man with a body of a woman, strange but funny. The other was the first ad from Venice, a painting from Italian painter. The aim was to make Venice known by the British. It is amazing isn’t it? In 1750 they were already aware of advertisement. :-D Another funny painting was the first cartoon series. The painter was an English man. The series was about the marriage of a son of a lord and a materialistic daughter of a rich trader. The marriage ended in tragedy, both died in an unpleasant way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This museum is really worth to visit. It can take you days to explore all the pictures. Honestly I can’t do that, 3 hours was enough, but Philipp has another opinion, he could spend more time there. :-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The National Portrait Gallery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you want to see how David Beckham looks like while he is sleeping, you have to visit this gallery ;-) Believe me, he is sexy, but not really interesting to look at more than 2 minutes hahaha :-)) There a lot of more interesting pictures that can be observed besides that of Beckham. It was a pity that we didn’t have enough time to browse all levels in the museum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;British Museum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is the largest museum in London and the collections are from the entire world. It has a diverse collection of paintings ranging from those from Europe until China. The scariest collections were the Egyptian mummies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms" src="http://www.geocities.com/vandalestari/Londonthingstodo/britmus.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I like the collection of money; it was from different countries and from different times, grandiose. After a while in this museum I suffered museum fatigue. My feet couldn’t feel anymore, in the end, I didn’t really enjoy the visit and just sit. :-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Imperial War Museum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms" src="http://www.geocities.com/vandalestari/Londonthingstodo/war.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In this museum I learned a bit of the Europeans dark history in the Holocaust Exhibition. Sometimes I can’t understand, why Philipp always wants to see the dark history of his nation, it was very heart-rending :-( Besides Holocaust Exhibition, there was British war exhibition. The Britain was and still is very eager go to the war. What also interesting in this museum was the military equipment, such as tanks and the weapons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Changing of the Guard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We arrived at 10.30 in front of Buckingham Palace, and the front yard outside the palace was already full of people. Actually the Changing of the Guard starts at 11.30, but if you come late, you wouldn’t get a good place to see that event. I saw a funny thing happened just some minutes before the event took place. There was a group of little girls running excitedly towards the palace, they shouted and laughed. I wondered why, *as always, I am curious and want to know what’s on* and I saw the police opened the palace gate and let those little girls go inside.:-O How lucky they are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms" src="http://www.geocities.com/vandalestari/Londonthingstodo/guard.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At 11.30 sharp, the new guards came and marched to the palace and disappeared. We couln’t really see what happened next. After ten minutes came other guards, but this time complete with music. It was more interesting than the first one. The police, whom I asked, said that the ceremony took about one hour, and we decided not to wait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Speaker’s Corner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This funny entertainment happens every Sunday in Hyde Park. There were 5 to 7 people, who gave speech on that day. They talked about different things, politics, religions, morals, and even just nonsense :-P The audience could discuss with them or sometimes they even annoyed the speaker. It was strange but funny. It was cold that day, so we didn’t stay longer than one hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Before watching the free speech in Speaker’s Corner, we strolled around the Hyde Park. Hyde Park was nice, probably in summer it is full with people playing football, picnicking, inline skating, or sunbathing, hmm a nice summer activities :-D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms" src="http://www.geocities.com/vandalestari/Londonthingstodo/patriks.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On that day was St Patrick’s Day and the Irish community in London went on parade. They started from Hyde Park and went around the city. There were music, marching band, people with costume, and a merry atmosphere. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;II. Here we have to pay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tower of London&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My first impression when I saw Tower of London was an astonishment. I felt like back to the ancient time, I know I am a bit exaggerating :-D Tower of London was wonderful, and the view around it was amazing. Luckily I didn’t have to stand in the queue for the tickets. With great enthusiasm I started the tour in Tower of London. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms" src="http://www.geocities.com/vandalestari/Londonthingstodo/tower.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Feeling confused from where I had to start, I followed a crowd of people that took me to the Jewel House. After watching some films about the crowning of the Queen and explanation about all the jewellery I came to the room full of priceless crowns. Gosh! They are gorgeous and must be very heavy. The crowns were made of gold and adorned with diamonds and other precious stones. Anyway, I don’t think they are comfy though :-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Other valuable collection there were bowls, glasses and mess set, and they all are made of gold. One bowl was really big, I thought it would be a perfect container for Sangrilla or punch fruit for party with 100 people :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Still feeling with jewel euphoria, I walked up to the White Tower. Most of the collection in the White Tower is made up of equipment for war, such as suit of armour, swords, etc. The tower itself was big and cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;From White Tower I continued to Bloody Tower. It was once a prison room and there were pictures of the prisoners, quite frightening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A unique thing about this tower is the Yeoman Wardens. Allegedly they have watched the Tower for more than 900 years. Those wardens were very kind and helpful, they have many fans too, cause too many people wanted to take picture with them. :-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Westminster Abbey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don’t know why I had that eerie feeling when I entered that church, although it was grand. I supposed because of those tombs. There are a lot of tombs with beautiful ornaments, but still, tombs are tombs :-( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I walked around the church area and was amazed the magnificent Gothic style architecture. In Abbey museum there are some other valuable Royal collections, almost similar to those in Jewel House, but in smaller number. I ended my tour by visiting the bookshop. In the bookshop they played church songs and the atmosphere was calm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;BA London’s Eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms" src="http://www.geocities.com/vandalestari/Londonthingstodo/ba.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Millennium Wheel is an amazing attraction. It looks interesting during the day and very beautiful in the night with all light accessories. The structure of the wheel is unique, it has different concept than the normal carousel *Philipp explained me several time about the difference, but I don’t understand Structural Engineering :-D * &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We ‘flew’ with this carousel for 30 minutes. It was thrilling and the view was fantastic. We can see London from 360 degree points of view. It is more beautiful, since the location is by the river Thames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms" src="http://www.geocities.com/vandalestari/Londonthingstodo/bas.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jack the Ripper Walk Tour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One evening we joined a ‘scary’ walk tour called Jack the Ripper. Jack the Ripper was a horrid murderer in East End in 1888. We were guided through the location of the horrific murders. The victims of Jack the Ripper were prostitutes. They called the murderer Jack the Ripper, because he ripped his victims body :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The participants of the tour were hundreds. I was afraid, I can’t hear the guide clearly, but he was very well organized, so I shouldn’t worry too much. The tour started from Tower Hill, and then we walked along Whitechapel area, where most of the locations were. It was ended near Spitalfields market. In Spitalfields there were some people juggling at that night. The tour guide said, every evening they do different activities there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The tour was quite interesting; particularly because we experienced the old filthy area of London. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;London Aquarium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms" src="http://www.geocities.com/vandalestari/Londonthingstodo/paus.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you fancy seeing a plethora of fishes, it is worth to visit this aquarium. There are around 20 different rooms with different fishes from all around the world. The collection was very rich, from predatory fish until ‘Finding Nemo’ fish. It was really fun to observe them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;River Thames Cruise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This attraction is one of a must thing to do during the visit in London. We joined a Greenwich tour. It took about one and half hour from Embankment Pier to Greenwich. It was a sunny day and the trip was lovely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms" src="http://www.geocities.com/vandalestari/Londonthingstodo/vafi.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We passed interesting buildings and beautiful tourist objects, such as Cleopatra’s Needle in Victoria Embankment, from Roman Emperor. Its twin is located in Central Park New York. Furthermore is the beautiful London Eye, the imposing St. Paul’s Cathedral, and the splendid Millennium Bridge. The ship stopped at Tower of London, where some passenger got off. We continued our cruise passing the modern London, Canary Wharf and then we arrived in Greenwich. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms" src="http://www.geocities.com/vandalestari/Londonthingstodo/greni.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Greenwich was cute. We visited the Royal Observatory, where we could see the old and modern of astronomy history. Royal Observatory is home of Greenwich Mean Time. It was a very nice journey that day :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;There are more reviews, so be patience .. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9622822-111376800069233919?l=vandifili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/feeds/111376800069233919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9622822&amp;postID=111376800069233919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/111376800069233919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/111376800069233919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/2005/04/london-part-2-things-to-do_111376800069233919.html' title='London Part 2: Things To Do'/><author><name>Vanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641699652009971998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9622822.post-111339600816639831</id><published>2005-04-13T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T05:40:08.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oven 1 Mil</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pernah gak kepikiran kenapa sih kebanyakan manusia bener-bener serius bahkan cenderung ambisius dengan apapun yang sedang dikerjakannya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pertanyaan ini tiba-tiba kepikiran oleh gue saat kolega-kolega gue berdiskusi tentang oven 1 million diluar pintu sana. Gue ampe termangu-mangu sendiri ngedengernya. Napa yah.. ngomongin oven ajah ampe serius amat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terus keadaan itu membuat gue melanjutkan pemikiran gue. Iya juga ya.. manusia itu kayanya rata-rata harot dengan apapun yang dilaukannya, sadar ataupun tidak sadar.&lt;br /&gt;Dulu pas masih sekolahan, rata-rata teman-teman plus gue belajar dengan rajin demi nilai yang bagus. Trus pas selese sekolah semua pada harot nyari kerjaan yang sebagus-bagusnya, baik dari segi gaji maupun enticement laennya. Trus sekarang dah pada kerja semua sibuk dengan kariernya masing-masing, kerja yang bener, biar bonusnya makin nambah.&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa sih.. semuanya gak ada putus-putusnya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadang-kadang gue sering bertanya pada diri sendiri.. kenapa sih selalu ada kompetisi, baik disengaja ataupun tidak? Lama-lamakan cape juga ya.. kompetisian terus :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi mungkin itulah hidup. Kita dikasi Allah pikiran dan napsu. Mungkin itu semua yang bikin kita punya ambisi, yang punya keinginan. Tentu saja itu ada baiknya,biar hidup gak ngebosenin, tapi bila gak hati-hati semua itu cuman bikin problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh.. ada-ada saja pikiran gue ini. Gini deh.. kalo lagi bengong dan kurang kerjaan, jadinya kurang ambisi juga, hehehe. Pangkatnya gak naik-naik, email engineeerrr terus hihihi :P&lt;br /&gt;Hmmhh.. pengen juga sih gue kadang-kadang belagak sok penting gituh, ngomongin oven 1 mil, hihihi pegimana rasanya yaks.. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah.. sudahlah.. segini saja cukup.. alon-alon asal kelakon :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9622822-111339600816639831?l=vandifili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/feeds/111339600816639831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9622822&amp;postID=111339600816639831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/111339600816639831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/111339600816639831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/2005/04/oven-1-mil.html' title='Oven 1 Mil'/><author><name>Vanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641699652009971998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9622822.post-111316115400381700</id><published>2005-04-10T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T12:29:34.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>London Part1: Self Walking Tour</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Since I had one week just for my self, I decided to explore London by walk, instead of spending time in museums, because museum visits were already booked for our programs, when Philipp arrived the week after.&lt;br /&gt;There were four walking tours I made in London, namely are Whitehall, The Isle of Dogs, East End and Fleet Street and the Strand. I must say, Lonely Planet is really a good guide. I saw many interesting places by following their instructions and enjoyed my self walking tour a lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whitehall&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday morning I woke up early and began my day walking with enthusiasm to the nearby underground station. My hostel is located near Stockwell in Zone 2 and my destination was Charing Cross in Zone 1. Actually I didn’t need to change the tube to reach Charing Cross, but I took the wrong tube branch, so I had to. Unfortunately, it was not really my day, when I wanted to change the tube in Kennington, there was an announcement: All passengers must leave the station, since there was an emergency call :-( I was quite in panic, such things never happen in Germany. I just followed other passengers and left the station.&lt;br /&gt;After asking the way and took the other line, I finally arrived safely in Charing Cross. Yippeyy.. now I can begin my journey hehehe….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/vandalestari/London/trfglsqr.JPG" /&gt; I started the walk from Trafalgar Square. The square was quite full of tourist at that day. The statue of Nelson and the lions made of bronze caught my eyes. The lions were huge and a good picture object for people as if they ride it :-P I enjoyed the atmosphere in the square. I could smell the air of the big city. *In my second week Philipp and I loved to take a breather in this square*. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Trafalgar Square I walked up to Whitehall. My intention was Horse Guards Parade. At 10am the horse troopers are changed. It was quite impressive to see the horses’ parade and how patient they were, to stand in a row for at least one hour, hehehe :-) Here there was enough space for everybody to see the change horse cavalry, not like changing guard in Buckingham Palace, I’ll come to this part later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t want to waste my time to wait longer than 30 minutes at Horse Parade. It was cold even tough the sun was shining. So I decided to keep walking. Not far from the horse parade is Downing Street. I was so excited, but after seeing the thick gate and so many police I was disappointed. Of course, the house of Tony Blair are protected, fool me! You can’t even see which house is no 10 :-P Anyhow, I kept walking :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued to go along the King Charles Street, and ended up in front of St James’s Park. The park was beautiful. Some Londoners were jogging and they wore t-shirt and shorts. Gosh!! They are tough! I saw one cute small house in one corner of the park and many people crowded around it. I was curious, and walked closer. Hahahah.. those people were amazed by two cute little squirrels :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went along the park and followed the sign Big Ben. From a distance, I could see the Clock Tower. After passing some interesting streets with plenty of beautiful old houses, I arrived at Parliament Square. The square is surrounded by some famous tourist objects, such as the famous Big Ben, an imposing Houses of Parliament and an impressive Westminster Abby. The square itself is quite interesting, with some of ex prime minister statues on it, for example, Winston Churchill and Abraham Lincoln. Big Ben reminded me of Jam Gadang, a clock tower in my home town Bukittinggi. I don’t want to boast, but I think Jam Gadang looks as good as Big Ben, hahaha :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/vandalestari/London/prlhall.JPG" /&gt; Unfortunately, Westminster Abby is closed on Sunday, so I decided to go back there the day after. Since I still had energy, and the day was still long, I continued to walk to Buckingham Palace. On the way to Buckingham Palace I met Rung, a Chinese girl who works in Los Angeles. She was very nice and we spent that day together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buckingham Palace was quite disappointing. It was not the same as my imagination, it is not very beautiful and also the guards, hmm.. they didn’t wear their red coat, but grey. The uniform was not really impressive, but their bear hat is huge, must be very heavy :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fleet Street and The Strand&lt;br /&gt;I began my walk from underground station Blackfriars, and then went to Fleet Street. This area was really fascinating, old and new buildings are neighbours.&lt;br /&gt;Fleet Street once had the nickname ‘London street of shame’, as many of gossip tabloids were written here. A couple of interesting buildings in this street were Peterborough Court, the former Daily Telegraph, Salisbury Court, home of Daily Express and Bouverie House, which is office of the Sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed St. Dunstan in the West, a lantern tower, on the top of this tower are eye catching Gog and Magog, two giants, they ring the bells beside them on the hour, luckily it was 5 o’clock as I saw them :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/vandalestari/London/strand.JPG" /&gt; Another interesting object near Fleet Street is Dr. Johnson’s House. Dr. Johnson was famous because he compiled the first English dictionary. Near Dr. Johnson’s house, there are two famous old pubs, Ye Olde Cheshire Cheese and Ye Olde Cock Travern. I looked to their menus, and their offers were quite expensive for my wallet, heheheh… :-P&lt;br /&gt;It was a pity that I started my walking tour quite late in the afternoon; so many interesting objects were already closed, such as Prince Henry’s Room, Temple Church and even Twinings, a believed oldest teashop in London. I am still curious how they look like inside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of the Strand is St. Clement Danes church. It was also closed. My next destination was Somerset House. It was fabulous and big, but of course it was also closed :-( To console my self because of unlucky day I decided to stop the walk tour and went shopping :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are big number of cute shops along the Strand; bookshops, shoe shops, designer shops and their sample sale shops and many more. It was really the right decision to cure my disappointment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wapping and The Isle of Dogs&lt;br /&gt;The starting point of this walking tour is Tower of London. I spent some hours in this admirable heritage site, the story about this will come later. Then I continued my walk under Tower Bridge. The Bridge was magnificent. I love the breathtaking scenery around the tower and the bridge. It was a unique combination, between the ancient and modern world. The skyscrapers and the tower stand face to face just separated by the River Thames, hummhh.. a lovely view :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few hundred meters after the Tower Bridge I came to the once first dock area, St. Katherine’s Dock. Now the function of this dock has changed to an entertainment area. I saw an unusual Starbucks building; it looks like a chapel, very innovative! ;-) The further I walked, the more I realized, that this area looks very different than their old image, ‘a filthy district’. The houses and apartments are very modern and look expensive. There are also some offices and the streets were quiet. There were just some people jogging, and I saw a well-dressed couple, I was wondering, maybe they were to go a party, all of a sudden I missed my love, then.. I kept walking…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next port is Execution Dock. It didn’t look special and eerie. This place was for execution of the pirates, but now there is just a pub, called Captain William Kidd, to remember one of the famous executed.&lt;br /&gt;According to the guidebook, I was supposed to walk along the Thames, from Wapping to Isle of Dogs. Unfortunately my feet complained and before it went to strike, I resolved to take the tube. I was glad with my decision, it was quite a long distance between them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/vandalestari/London/cnrwrf.JPG" /&gt; I got out in Canary Wharf. The first ‘wow effect’ that astonished me was the tube station. I felt like a yokel, shame on you Vanda! It was about 6pm, when I arrived there and the people just left work and were heading towards the tube station. It was crowded there but everybody behaved very discipline. The tube station was huge and very modern. It was really buried deep in earth. When I left the tube station, I suddenly I noticed that behind me was the tallest building in UK, Cesar’s Pelli tower! This building was beautiful and illuminated. What could be more impressive than a skyscraper with a very modern underground station inside? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around Canary Wharf are skyscrapers, offices and smart-dressed people&lt;br /&gt;;-) I was dreaming a little bit, how nice if I could have an office here, hmmm me with smart-dressed, hahahah :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some hundreds meters from Canary Wharf is a funny sculpture called Traffic Light Tree. Before I saw that with myself, I thought it was a real traffic light, but.. it was just a sculpture. The traffic was not busy enough to deserve that kind of traffic light tree :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canary Wharf has same level impressive neighbour, named twin tower. On the ground level the twin tower is Cabot Square, a shopping centre. I checked out this area a little bit, it was a quite complete shopping centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My impression was, Canary Wharf is a very ideal office district. If you are bored with your work, just go down, have a breather in the coffee shop or do window shopping. After working, if you fancy a pint, just pop into the elegant bar 100 meters from the underground station. Hahahah.. nice imagination from me :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;East End&lt;br /&gt;According to the guidebook, East End is an interesting district, where you can see multicultural London, and after exploring this district; indeed I found it was true. East End was mixed with traditional English market, Bangladeshi and bohemian lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started this walk from Liverpool Street station. I walked up to Broadgate Centre. It was a busy street, and there were some fruit and juice kiosks. Yes… spring is coming soon :-) From the station I could see the funny cucumber looking Swiss Re Tower :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Bradgate Centre, I went to the direction of Spitalfields Market. The Georgian houses along the road were beautiful and looked romantic. I saw some traditional shops; selling food, clothes and party accessories. I passed one romantic traditional English food shop, called A. Gold and entered it, and spent almost more than half an hour there. That shop was really cute. It sells toffees, chocolates, English tea, biscuits, and many more. I tried some of them, the shopkeeper was very nice, and I bought some for our afternoon tea. We have tried them, but unfortunately Philipp doesn’t like the English fruitcake, it was too sweet for him. So, I don’t know, perhaps I’m lucky :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/vandalestari/London/eastend.JPG" /&gt; Feling satisfied with the sweeties, I continued my walk to Spitalfields Market. Although it was just 4 pm, some of the tents were already closed. I just checked a little bit, what they had, was quite interesting. Some boho accessories and second hands clothes were still on the sale. I kept walking around the market, and suddenly I saw a big flayer, it was written Kota Satay. I was excited; it must be an Indonesian Restaurant! I was right, but it was already closed :-( Why are everything closed so early here? I don’t understand :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued my walk with a little bit dissapointment to Commercial Street. Opposite the Spitalfields Market is Christ Church. It looked mysterious, hmm.. maybe just my impression, because of its Baroque structure. I walked down to the street beside the church, and again, beautiful Georgian Houses caught my eyes. Another interesting thing I observed was the street sign written in Latin and Bengali. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The further I walk, the more I feel like in Bombay, hahaha :-) There were many Indian restaurants, and I saw mosque from the Bengali community. There were even shops which sell Baju Koko and prayingsuits. It was very impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept walking along the impressive street, called Brick Lane. After a while I saw the Old Truman’s Brewery, once the biggest brewery in London. The brewery itself wasn’t very interesting, but the surrounding atmosphere was nice. There is a cute café full with young people; it doesn’t just sell coffee but also there is a groceries corner, very stylish. The music was nice and it was so cosy with some banks outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The street, where the café was located, looked cute too. I saw some shops, and felt curious and entered to check what they sell. After a while I noticed something that reminded me to one of my favourite chick lit, Shopaholic, it was quite big hall and in front of this hall was written, Sample Sale Designer. I rushed enter the hall, but somebody held me, and asked for 1 pound. I was surprised that you need 1 pound to enter the shop :-S Anyway, I was thrilled and willing to shop, so I just paid without discussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sample sale was awesome! :-) The whole big hall was full of clothes rack. Everywhere you turned, you faced clothes… hurray!!! I spent hours there and forgot my appointment, gosh!!! I think most women will do the same, heheh… How can you avoid shopping, respectively designer clothes, if they are discounted up to more than 80%? I was reluctant to leave that place, but I had to. Anyway, I went back there 2 days after with Philipp, and he liked the shopping too. At the beginning he was a little bit confuse though, same as me at the first time, but after I showed some tricks, he could find his own way, hehehe ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of this sample sale, I discontinued my walk in East End. I didn’t see the interesting things in Whitechapel area. Anyhow, I didn’t regret that, I got other things to satisfy me ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To be continued ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9622822-111316115400381700?l=vandifili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/feeds/111316115400381700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9622822&amp;postID=111316115400381700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/111316115400381700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/111316115400381700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/2005/04/london-part1-self-walking-tour.html' title='London Part1: Self Walking Tour'/><author><name>Vanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641699652009971998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9622822.post-111315983467047764</id><published>2005-04-10T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T12:03:54.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>London, Lovely :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/vandalestari/London/tlpbox.JPG" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To relax after winter depression, we decided to spend our ‘welcome new year’ holiday in London. We chose London after several discussions. But at the end, we never regret our decision and went back home contentedly. We did choose a lovely holiday destination :-)&lt;br /&gt;I divide my review to several parts, self-walking tour, things we did, entertainment, food and beverages, and last but not least shopping part ;-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So… enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9622822-111315983467047764?l=vandifili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/feeds/111315983467047764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9622822&amp;postID=111315983467047764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/111315983467047764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/111315983467047764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/2005/04/london-lovely.html' title='London, Lovely :)'/><author><name>Vanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641699652009971998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9622822.post-111299261896870967</id><published>2005-04-08T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T13:40:07.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mein Fili</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/vandalestari/London/Fili.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ist er nicht süß&lt;/span&gt;? ;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9622822-111299261896870967?l=vandifili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/feeds/111299261896870967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9622822&amp;postID=111299261896870967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/111299261896870967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/111299261896870967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/2005/04/mein-fili_08.html' title='Mein Fili'/><author><name>Vanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641699652009971998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9622822.post-111270350475723165</id><published>2005-04-05T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T05:18:24.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bercocok Tanam :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wiken kemaren ini cuaca di Dortmund cerah, hangat dan penuh cinta. Sepertinya didaerah lainpun demikian adanya. Eniwei, menyambut cuaca hangat gue dan suamipun mulai sibuk menata balkon, jadi biar enak buat tempat leyeh-leyeh gituh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari Sabtu pergilah kami ke Hornbach tempat jualan pernak-pernik garden dan peralatan rumah tangga lainnya. Lumayan lama deh kita nongkrong disana, milah milih bunga. Maklum, baik suami ataupun gue, tak punya pengalaman sedikitpun tentang bercocok tanam. Bunga-bunga hadiah orangpun selalu tewas dalam waktu paling lama sebulan ditangan kami. Makanya nih, untuk melatih tangan menjadi ijo, kamipun berniat mulai menjadi pencinta bunga. :-D&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya setelah diskusi dan tanya-tanya si mbak penjual, kamipun milih 12 bunga buat dipot, 2 buat pot gantung dan satu puun kecil buat di pot besar. Jangan tanya apa namanya si bunga-bunga ini, kita cuman mendefinisikan, bunga yang warnaya biru, yg warna merah, yang wangi frische Wäsche, dan bunga yang tak ada wanginya, heheheh.. :-P Tidak profesional tea kita ini :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, hari minggunya mulailah kita sibuk bercocok tanam di balkon kesayangan. Mentari benar-benar bersinar cerah.. hmmhh.. hangat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mula-mula, kita isi semua pot-pot dengan tanah. Trus tanahnya dikasi pupuk sesuai takaran. Lalu diaduk-aduk, biar pupuk bercampur dengan tanah. Setelah itu barulah tanamannya ditata cantik didalam pot-pot yang bersangkutan. Setelah tanahnya rada-rada dipadatkan, si bunga dikasi minum, dan disemprot-semprot, biar mendapatkan efek-efek diguyur ujan.. huaahh.. segaarrr…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah puas dengan hasil cocok tanam, kamipun bersih-bersih. Lantai balkon disapu, dipel biar wangi. Trus payung matahari ama kursi malaspun ditata rapi. Heheh.. gue emang tak berniat untuk sunbathing, makanya payung ini penting sekali keberadaannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya hari itu ditutup dengan makan es krim dengan irisan stroberi sambil leha-leha di balkon yang sudah cantik. Cara ini emang cara paling hemat dan asik untuk menikmati es krim, dari pada bayar 5 EUR untuk makan es krim di Ital Eis, hehehe… :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;der April der April, der macht was der will…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9622822-111270350475723165?l=vandifili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/feeds/111270350475723165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9622822&amp;postID=111270350475723165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/111270350475723165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/111270350475723165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/2005/04/bercocok-tanam.html' title='Bercocok Tanam :)'/><author><name>Vanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641699652009971998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9622822.post-111235071160509342</id><published>2005-04-01T02:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T02:18:31.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tas Tangan :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ada satu barang yang tak pernah lepas dari tangan para wanita, yaitu tas tangan. Tas tangan ini bukan saja penting untuk menyimpan dompet, bedak, lipstick, kunci, sisir, tapi sekarang tas tangan juga sudah merupakan aksesori yang wajib hukumnya untuk dibawa. Ada beragam-ragam jenis tas tangan,ada yg dibawanya dikepit, ada yang diselempangin, ada yang dicantolin di bahu, ada juga yang sekarang lagi model dikalungin  dipergelangan tangan *maap, gue lieur menjelaskannya :p *. Yup.. ada yang besar, praktis buat ibu-ibu yang punya anak, yang kecil, buat ke kawinan, yang sedang, buat jjs sama patjar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenernya inti tulisan gue ini adalah untuk menjelaskan pemandangan cute yang gue liat kemaren sore. Saat lagi nunggu Staßenbahn di halte depan rumah, gue melihat sebuah makluk kecil yang lucu. Si makluk kecil lucu &amp; imut ini seorang gadis kecil, uhum.. kalo tak mau dibilang anak kecil, yang palingan umurnya baru 5 taun. Tapi apa yang bikin gue senyum-senyum geli, sambil geleng-geleng kepala adalah, si gadis mungil ini bener-bener dandan abis. Ntah mommynya yang gatel, atau malah si gadis cilik ini yang dah pinter dandan. Si mungil ini mau jjs ceritanya ama daddynya, yang tak dandan sama sekali, hehehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dandanan si centil ini adalah sebagai berikut, top, trus ditambahin dengan jacket casual warna putih, very trendy. Trus, dia pake rok mini, warna putih juga, ditambahin dengan stocking putih yang serasi. Trus pake sepatu sport, hihihi retro abisss deh pokoknya… Tak lupa dia pake kacamata cengdem bewarna ungu :p Upss.. dan satu yang teramat penting… TAS TANGANnya dung, tidak absent, dengan gambar Minnie Mouse hahahah :)) Si anak ini tak cuman dandan dari segi baju, tapi bedaknya juga tebel, tak lupa lipstick. Udah gitu, gaya dia narik bibirnya biar lipstiknya gak ilang, hahahah itu bener-bener gak kuat, bikin gue pengen terkekeh geli :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aduuuhh.. gue jadi geleng-geleng pala sendiri.. apakah cewe-cewe bener-bener sudah edun… ampe si mungil yang baru 5 taun itupun membawa tas tangan :D&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cewe-cewe itu termasuk SAYAH :P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9622822-111235071160509342?l=vandifili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/feeds/111235071160509342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9622822&amp;postID=111235071160509342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/111235071160509342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/111235071160509342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/2005/04/tas-tangan-d.html' title='Tas Tangan :D'/><author><name>Vanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641699652009971998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9622822.post-111167651654333834</id><published>2005-03-24T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T07:01:56.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Million Dollar Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maggie Fitzgerald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, seorang waitress yang ingin jadi petinju. Dengan setia dia mengunjungi gym yang dimiliki Frankie Dunn. Frankie awalnya tak begitu senang dengan kehadiran seorang wanita di gym tinju miliknya, tapi setelah diprovokasi oleh pekerjanya, Eddie, akhirnya Frankie membiarkan Maggie berlatih di gymnya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Maggie berulangkali menyatakan keinginannya untuk meminang Frankie sebagai pelatihnya, tapi Frankie selalu menolak dengan alasan, dia tidak melatih 'wanita'. Tapi suatu hari, di hari ulang tahun Maggie, akhirnya dia menyerah juga, setelah melihat kegigihan wanita itu untuk menjadi petinju. Tapi dia mengajukan syarat, agar Maggie selalu menurut apa yang dikatakannya, tanpa mengajukan pertanyaan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hari demi hari berlalu, Maggie berlatih giat. Perasaan sayang guru terhadap anak latihnyapun muncul dari Frankie. Hari demi hari, persahabatanpun terjalin diantara mereka. Sampai suatu hari Maggie mendesak, apakah Frankie merasa kalau Maggie sudah siap tanding. Frankie selalu sensitiv dengan pertanyaan yang satu ini, karena dia pernah dikhianati oleh salah satu anak latih kesayangannya. Frankiepun menawarkan manajer baru kepada Maggie. Tapi jodoh memang tak kemana.. akhirnya merekapun bersatu lagi, dan berjanji tidak akan menghianati satu sama lainnya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Pertandingan demi pertandingan mereka lalui bersama. Kemenangan demi kemenangan mereka raih. Sampai disuatu puncaknya... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Gak kuat lagi gue nyeritain... sediiihh... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Thank's ODEON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9622822-111167651654333834?l=vandifili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/feeds/111167651654333834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9622822&amp;postID=111167651654333834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/111167651654333834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/111167651654333834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/2005/03/million-dollar-baby.html' title='Million Dollar Baby'/><author><name>Vanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641699652009971998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9622822.post-111149311411708424</id><published>2005-03-22T04:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T04:05:14.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sedih + Bete</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kadang-kadang gue suka sedih kalo abis baca koran Indo, contohnya Kompas. Beritanya suka bikin sedih. Contohnya berita hari ini. Pertama, berita yang gue baca adalah bom di Ambon. Duuhh.. kok bom lagi..bom lagi ya.. gak puas-puasnya orang-orang ngebom bangsa sendiri &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:( Udah nih soal bom… Trus soal cekcok dengan Malaysia… Iiihh.. bikin gemes..&lt;br /&gt;Naahh.. tapi yang lebih membetekan lagi tuh pas baca cerita soal para wakil rakyat, anggota DPR. Aduuuhh.. salah apa rakyat Indo, ampe yg jadi wakil rakyatnya makluk2 bodoh yang sok tau itu.. hiks.. pengen nangis.. :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pertama si Marisa Haque. Duh.. si tante itu bener-bener sok tau dan asbun pisaann.. Gemes gue ngebacanya.. Pengen rasanya bilang langsung.. ‚Mba.. baca dulu sejarah yang bener.. jangan asal ngomong ajah!’ Masa dia nyamain Yusuf Kalla dengan Adolf Hitler?? Duuhh.. tolong deehh.. dia tau gak sih.. Adolf Hitler itu seperti apa? Sekejam apa dia?? Kok seenak2nya aja nyamain ama Yusuf Kalla? Gue bukannya pendukung Yusuf Kalla.. tapi gue gak liat dimana kesamaan Yusuf Kalla ama Adolf Hitler. Masa gara-gara mereka tak punya kesamaan pendapat, dia langsung ngecap Yusuf Kalla sama ama Adolf Hitler?? Aduuhh mbaa.. gak tau malu yah.. masih jadi anggota dewan?? Tolong deehh.. :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah gitu si Adjie Massaid.. duuhh.. eneg deh gue baca gossip tentang dia di Kompas. Udahlah kasus cerenya ruwet, bikin jadi kasus nasional.. itu aja udah bikin malu.. :-( Ehh.. sekarang yang ngelaba ama Denadalah, ama Miss Australialaah.. aaduuuhhh.. kok bisa-bisanya yaks.. anggota dewan pada begitu??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bak kata Temanku: ‘Bukan salah Bunda mengandung, tapi salah Ayahnda menaro burung’ Husshh ngacoo… emang.. ngaco semua… huuuhh.. mendingan ngeliatin mentari bersinar aja deh :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kalo baca Kompas, mending baca kolom Jalan Sutra aja dee… To savour the food through using your imagination&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9622822-111149311411708424?l=vandifili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/feeds/111149311411708424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9622822&amp;postID=111149311411708424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/111149311411708424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/111149311411708424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/2005/03/sedih-bete.html' title='Sedih + Bete'/><author><name>Vanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641699652009971998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9622822.post-111140738716410115</id><published>2005-03-21T04:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T04:16:27.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kangen dan Telah Kembali</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aaahh.. langit biru.. ahhh segarnya udara..&lt;br /&gt;Ihiks.. gue kangeen… kangen makan bekal makan siang gue di Embankment Park bersama kekasih.. kangen duduk-duduk menikmati mentari di Trafalgar Square.. kangen jalan-jalan sore di sepanjang River Thames.. kangen shopping di Covent Garden…kangen ‚Mind the gap’ kangen..kangen..kangen... banyak kangennya.. Kapan lagi yah bisa ke sana???&lt;br /&gt;Ihiks.. balik lagih jadi imel engineer.. Kalo gak gini, gak bisa liburan lagih deh.. hehehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Selamat datang Musim Bercinta... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9622822-111140738716410115?l=vandifili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/feeds/111140738716410115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9622822&amp;postID=111140738716410115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/111140738716410115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/111140738716410115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/2005/03/kangen-dan-telah-kembali.html' title='Kangen dan Telah Kembali'/><author><name>Vanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641699652009971998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9622822.post-110993859749982549</id><published>2005-03-04T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T04:16:37.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuit..tuiiittt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LONDON!!! I'm coming.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 weeks free from beeing an email engineer hihihihi :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9622822-110993859749982549?l=vandifili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/feeds/110993859749982549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9622822&amp;postID=110993859749982549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110993859749982549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110993859749982549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/2005/03/tuittuiiittt.html' title='Tuit..tuiiittt'/><author><name>Vanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641699652009971998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9622822.post-110992419038543194</id><published>2005-03-04T00:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T00:16:30.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bumi-Ku Pikun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sudah beberapa minggu ini cuacanya aneh. Dari pertengahan februari lalu, sampai sekarang sudah awal maret, angin bertiup kencang, dingin menggigit tulang dan bumi basah, diguyur hujan atau salju yang bingung atas identitasnya, mau jadi ujan atau salju :(&lt;br /&gt;Ini benar-benar cuaca tidak normal untuk bulan maret. Secara meteorologi, sebenernya sekarang sudah masuk musim semi, walopun fühlingsanfang di kalender tuh tanggal 20 Maret. Tapi bumi seolah-olah lupa… Bumi menjadi pikun… Tiba- tiba musim mundur 2 bulan dari yang seharusnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ternyata climate change itu benar-benar exist. Ternyata yang digembargemborkan para pencinta lingkungan benar adanya. Bumi benar-benar semakin panas. Mungkin dia sudah ampir-ampir tidak tahan lagi menanggung bebannya. Sembari manusia-manusia didalamnya tak peduli. Selama bumi masih diperas, kenapa tidak dimanfaatkan semaksimal mungkin, demi kenikmatan duniawi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aaahh.. tak taulah… Summer.. kapankah kau datang???&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9622822-110992419038543194?l=vandifili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/feeds/110992419038543194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9622822&amp;postID=110992419038543194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110992419038543194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110992419038543194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/2005/03/bumi-ku-pikun.html' title='Bumi-Ku Pikun'/><author><name>Vanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641699652009971998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9622822.post-110985790100288038</id><published>2005-03-03T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T05:54:46.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kekhawatiran Jangka Pendek</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Setiap manusia di dunia ini pasti punya kekawatiran masing-masing, baik kekawatiran jangka pendek maupun kekawatiran jangka panjang. Kekawatiran jangka pendek contohnya, kalo anak gadis yang memasuki usia puber, pasti kawatir kalo tiba2 tumbuh jerawat, atau para calon mahasiswa yang lagi bimbingan UMPTN, pasti kawatir bisa diterima atau nggak ke universitas impiannya. Hmmm.. ada juga yang kawatir mengenai jodoh misalnya… Ini soal yang cukup sensitip bagi gadis2 diusia yang udah cukup matang, apalagi bila teman2 disekitarnya dah pada berkawinan semua, malah dah punya satu bahkan dua buntut hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi kali ini gue pengen bercerita tentang kekawatiran gue. Ini kekawatiran yang sepele sebenernya. Gak usahlah gue sok muluk2 dengan bercerita kekawatiran gue soal tanah air tercinta. Nanti gue jadi merasa makin bersalah, karena bisanya cuman ngomong doang, tapi gak ada pelaksanaan ataupun pertolongan dari diriku yang gak tau membalas budi pada negara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kekawatiran gue ini mungkin benar-benar kekawatiran yang konyol, kalo dibandingkan dengan kekawatiran rakyat kecil yang lagi mikirin nasib akibat kenaikan BBM baru-baru ini. Kekawatiran gue sama sekali bak debu kalo dibandingkan sama kekawatiran presiden SBY terhadap negara yang dipimpinnya, yang kok akhir2 ini ditimpa kesialan terus. Kekawatiran gue mungkin bener-bener childish dan gak tau malu, tapi apa daya… gue bener2 kawatir, dan gue rada2 setress dibuatnya :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semalam gue membicarakan perasaan kekawatiran gue ini pada suamiku tercinta. Sehabis curhat ama Philipp biasanya emang menenangkan dan mengurangi beban pikiran. Karena si dia selalu saja punya pikiran positif, hehehe.. tapi dia suka bengong juga kalo dianya sendiri lagi kawatir. Yaahh.. namanya juga manusia.. pasti selalu ada saat up and downnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaah.. ya sudahlah.. mudah-mudahan kekawatiran gue ini emang cuman mengada-ngada. Mudah-mudahan gue mampu menghadapinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hidup adalah tantangan. Hidup adalah cobaan.&lt;br /&gt;Tantangan dan cobaan membuat hidup lebih indah dan bermakna…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9622822-110985790100288038?l=vandifili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/feeds/110985790100288038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9622822&amp;postID=110985790100288038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110985790100288038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110985790100288038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/2005/03/kekhawatiran-jangka-pendek.html' title='Kekhawatiran Jangka Pendek'/><author><name>Vanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641699652009971998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9622822.post-110959386359274970</id><published>2005-02-28T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T04:31:03.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ketergantungan Pada Si Dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hari Sabtu ini gue bakal terbang ke London, untuk dua minggu. Minggu pertama gue bakal sendirian, minggu kedua si Filip akan bergabung ;)&lt;br /&gt;Gue dah deg2an banget dari sekarang, pertama karena gue belon pernah ke London, kedua, karena gue akan pergi liburan sendirian pertama kali setelah gue bersuami. Tentu saja gue seneng banget bakal ke London, tapi disatu sisi gue rada ketakutan, ngebayangin seminggu tanpa si Philipp disisiku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo gue pikir2, mungkin ketakutan gue ini gak ada alesan yang jelas dan rada2 norak. Tapi memang, setelah merit, gue kok jadi berasa kurang mandiri. Maunya apa-apa selalu bersama si dia. Duuhh.. aneh deeehh.. Dulu pas semasa masih single, gue termasuk si pemberani untuk pergi2 liburan sendirian. Kalo ke kota2 deket2 Jerman doang mah, gue jabanin gak pake pikir panjang. Sampai2 liburan seminggu penuh sendiripun ke Austria, juga gue jabanin dengan semangat. Makanya.. sekarang tuh rada-rada aneh, kok gue jadi penakut gini ihiks.. :(&lt;br /&gt;Setelah berdiskusi ama temen gue, dia ceunah juga gitu.. Sejak punya pacar, dia jadi biasa diantar jemput.. Hehehe.. jadi gak bisa lagi naek angkot :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. apakah semua orang setelah berpasangan jadi tidak mandiri lagi??? Dalam bikin janjipun, si Philipp ataupun gue gak bisa nentuin langsung saat itu juga. Kita musti mendiskusikan dulu satu sama lain, apakah pas dengan yang bersangkutan. Eeehh.. ternyata, ini juga gak kita doang yang begini. Temennya Filip, ternyata juga gitu. Kalo si Filip mau ngajakin dia jalan, pasti dia bilang, ntar ya.. gue tanya bini gue dulu, available gak kita/gue pas waktu tersebut. Hehehehe… anehkan??&lt;br /&gt;Trus kolega sekamar kerja gue juga gitu. Gue kadang2 suka nguping kalo dia teteleponan ama bininya. Dia pasti bilang gini, Du Maus, gue ntar ada miting ampe jam segini, gimana dong? Jadinya kita gak bisa pegi ke toko kaca mata jam segitu… *Aduuhh.. ke toko kaca mata aja musti duaan.. heheheheh.. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahhh.. lieuer lah… Tapi itu malah belon apa-apa, kalo dibandingin sama orang yang beranak. Banyak lagi yang musti dipikirin. Nganter anak ke kindergarten, ngejemputnya lagi, trus ngasi makan, nganter anak ke tempat tidur.. WAKWAW… pusyiiingg… *kok jadi pengen yak… hihihi ;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi kalo dipikir-pikir disitulah seni berkeluarga dan berhubungan dengan manusia lain yang kita sayangin. Hehehe jadi gak egois lagih uhumm.. maksudnya jadi berkurang egoisnya heehehehe.. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is beautiful :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9622822-110959386359274970?l=vandifili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/feeds/110959386359274970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9622822&amp;postID=110959386359274970' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110959386359274970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110959386359274970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/2005/02/ketergantungan-pada-si-dia.html' title='Ketergantungan Pada Si Dia'/><author><name>Vanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641699652009971998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9622822.post-110958412907855525</id><published>2005-02-28T01:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T01:48:49.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pais Udang Tahu Teh Vanda</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bahan:&lt;br /&gt;Udang&lt;br /&gt;Tahu&lt;br /&gt;Daun pisang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahan halus:&lt;br /&gt;Bawang merah&lt;br /&gt;Bawang putih&lt;br /&gt;Cabe&lt;br /&gt;Tomat&lt;br /&gt;Terasi&lt;br /&gt;Kemiri&lt;br /&gt;Ketumbar&lt;br /&gt;Kunyit&lt;br /&gt;Jahe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pewangi:&lt;br /&gt;Sereh&lt;br /&gt;Daun salam&lt;br /&gt;Daun bawang&lt;br /&gt;Lauch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cara buat:&lt;br /&gt;Tumis bumbu halus sampe wangi. Masukkan udang dan tahu, campurkan semuanya ampe merata. Diaduk2 sedikit, sambil masukkan daun bawang dan lauch, dan daun2 pewangi. Tunggu sampe 5 menit, sampai keluar sari dari si udang. Bungkus adonan pepes dengan daun pisang lalu kukus sampe mateng. Trus bakar di bara api, kalo gak ada ovenpun jadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hihihi... lama2 gue bener2 jadi jagoan neon gini :p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9622822-110958412907855525?l=vandifili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/feeds/110958412907855525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9622822&amp;postID=110958412907855525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110958412907855525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110958412907855525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/2005/02/pais-udang-tahu-teh-vanda.html' title='Pais Udang Tahu Teh Vanda'/><author><name>Vanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641699652009971998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9622822.post-110933581758085679</id><published>2005-02-25T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T04:50:17.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Makhluk Bewarna</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Perbincangan di milis akhir-akhir rada menghangat. Hehehe.. gue sih senang2 aja, jadinya milis gak garing, tapi penuh lagi dengan cerita-cerita. Abis akhir-akhir ini anak-anak gak banyak yang aktip sih..posting ke milis, walopun posting garing sekalipun.. heheheh..&lt;br /&gt;Na ja.. mungkin lagi pada sibuk kali…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, bahasan yang bikin milis hangat itu adalah soal kawin campur (seperti posting sebelumnya) dan mengagung2kan bule. Nah.. gue kann udah bahas pendapat gue ttg kawin campur, sekarang gue mau urun pendapat juga aahh.. tentang mengagung2kan bule… heheheh.. mumpung di blog sendiri ini.. jadi bebas berpendapat :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, pertama kita definisikan dulu. Apakah itu BULE? Apakah bule itu orang yang berambut hitam, bermata coklat, agak2 sinting, dan ngomongnya cadel?? Hueheueheu.. garing aahh.. itu mah si BULE yang berdomisili di Hamburg.. *huuhh.. Vanda gak lucu.. :p *&lt;br /&gt;Ok, seriously, kaya apakah yang dianggap BULE? Yang rambutnya pirang? Di Eropa Selatan, banyak juga yang berambut itam, tapi kita bilang bule juga toh??? Yang matanya biru? Gak semua bule matanya biru? Yang tinggal di Amrik dan Eropa? Nah loh.. orang Australi bule juga bukan??? Ah.. sudahlah.. gak mutu.. Bule..ya Bule.. pokoknya suat ras yang bukan bermuka itam, atau merah, atau kuning, atau berwarna lainnya..&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe.. padahal siapa bilang bule itu gak berwarna? Bule kalo kena mentari dikit, langsung jadi merah.. :p sedangkan pak item, kena mentari tetep aja item.. so.. sapa yang berwarna sekarang? Bule kalo kedinginan jadi biru, pak item, kalo kedinginan tetep aja itam, ayoo.. gak logiskan.. kalo dibilang mereka bangsa kulit putih.. orang mereka lebih sering berubah warna dari kita kok.. heheheh =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. gak penting.. apa itu bule, sekarang kita mulai aja langsung pembahasan tentang mengagung2kan bule… Banyak cerita2, kalo orang Indonesia itu rada2 rasis. Rasisnya sih bukan kepada bangsa lain, tapi pada bangsa sendiri. Maksudnya gimana???&lt;br /&gt;Jadi gini, gue pernah denger cerita dari seorang teman, di kantornya yg lama di Indonesia, para sekretaris tuh meni ramaaaahhh pisaann kalo sama expat, tapi juteeekkk… kalo sama insinyur pribumi. Tapi pas tau si insinyur pribumi iini dines luar negri, langsung diramahin. Aneh kaaann.. sama bangsa sendiri kok ya sombong???&lt;br /&gt;Ada lagi cerita seorang teman lagih, ceunah, di restoran Indonesia deket rumahnya di Belanda sono, si tante yg punya resto, ramaaahhh pisan kalo sama si Meneer2.. tapi sama bangsa sendiri, disenyumin juga kagak.. Ini lebih aneh lagih, udahlah sama2 di rantau orang, eehh.. malah sombong sama bangsa sendiri. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Naaahh…. Ada lagi cerita paling aneehh.. dan bikin sebal banyak orang. Di suatu perkumpulan student2 di sebuah kota di jerman, ada seorang student, yang mungkin ngerasa dirinya keren dan pinter dan gaul, eeehh… nyapa bangsa sendiri aja gak mau, tapi ramaaahhhnya minta ampun sama bule2.. heheheh….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kok bisa ya.. terjadi fenomen2 diatas??? Kalu kata gue, sekretaris di kantornya temen gue itu, dia mah katak dibawah tempurung. Cuman kenal bule dari telepisi. Jadi kesannya semua bule hebat dan pinter. Yahh.. biasalah… kalo pergaulannya cuman segitu, belon ngeliat dunia, kan mikirnya juga jadi pendek. Naaah.. kalo si tante rumah makan, hmm.. jangan2 dia punya pengalaman buruk sama orang indo, heheh.. suka ngutang kali gak?? Hahaha… Nah.. kalo si student itu, gue gak tau deeh.. kayanya sama dengan si sekretaris, baru di jerman belon cukup setaun, jadi masih culture shock, belon kenal gitu banyak sikon disini, jadinya pikiran masih bule ala Televisi?? Hahahahahha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi…gue punya teori lain kenapa secara general kenapa orang2 indonesia suka mengagung2kan bule. Seperti yang kita ketahui selama 3 ½ abad lamanya kita dijajah para meneer. Jadi mungkin saja kita pada dasarnya punya mental rada2 mental yang terjajah.. Hahahaha.. turunan kakek nenek terdahulu… Jadi kalo ngeliat kulit putih (ehemm.. atau rada kemerahan ya?? ) langsung deh… bawaannya pengen ngelayanin hehehehe.. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi yang jelas, gue sih gak anti bule. Ya gimana anti bule.. orang disayang ama bule kok.. gimana mau anti?? Hehehe.. :p Tapi ada satu yang gue rasakan perbedaan gue sebelon tinggal di jerman, dan sekarang: Yaitu, gue gak nganggap lagi BULE itu adalah BULE. Bule itu manusia ya kaya kita juga, orang INDONESIA, bule itu ya sama aja kaya kita.. ada yang baik, ada yang pelit, ada yang rajin, ada yang males, ada yang curang juga, ada yang tukang ngaret juga, ada yang kampungan juga. Jadi.. kenapa harus ngebeda2in bule dari warga sendiri? Ngebedain disini dalam arti baik positip maupun negatip, membenci ataupun menyanjung. Gak usahlah benci, gak usahlah menjilat, biasa sajalah… wong mereka juga manusia juga kok. Perlakukanlah mereka seperti manusia juga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo ada yang bilang bule2 rasis.. ya memang ada benernya juga. Banyak yang rasis juga. Gue anggap aja bule rasis itu kampungan, belon ngeliat dunia, belon terglobalisasi. Sama aja kann, ama orang Indonesia yg merasisi bangsa sendiri?&lt;br /&gt;Na ja… perbincangan dengan topik2 seputar SARA emang gak ada habis2nya.. sigh..&lt;br /&gt;Udah aah.. sbelon makin ngacoo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have a nice weekend everyone!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9622822-110933581758085679?l=vandifili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/feeds/110933581758085679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9622822&amp;postID=110933581758085679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110933581758085679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110933581758085679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/2005/02/makhluk-bewarna.html' title='Makhluk Bewarna'/><author><name>Vanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641699652009971998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9622822.post-110916389167786861</id><published>2005-02-23T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T05:04:51.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surat-surat Sarapan Pagi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sudah dua kali ini kolom sarapan pagi di kompas memuat berita menarik. Hahahah surat dari dua ibu yang tinggal di Belanda. Surat yg pertama berasala dari ibu Ita Sembiring namanya. Dia ibu rumah tangga dan bersuamikan orang Indonesia. Dia agak2 menggarisbawahi tulisan kalo dia bersuamikan orang Indonesia, ehemm entah apalah maksudnya. Mungkin maksudnya berkaitan dengan isi tulisannya juga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isi tulisan ibu Ita, menggarisbawahi kalau banyak wanita-wanita Asia di Eropa yang menikah dengan para bule opa. Maksud pernikahan ini kata beliau: 1. untuk mendapatkan ijin tinggal, 2. ogah susah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walaahh.. tulisan ibu Ita ini tentu saja membuat banyak wanita-wanita yang kebetulan ditakdirkan berjodoh dengan pria yg bukan warga negara Indonesia berkomentar. Dari yang berapi-api sampai yang cuman senyum-senyum cuek, tapi agak sedikit kesal. Salah satunya surat balasan dari ibu Susi Sterk. Si ibu ini menikah dengan pra Belanda, yang kebetulan usianya terpaut 14 tahun. Ya ibaratnya, saat si suami dah kelas 3 SMP si ibu baru lahir, saat si suami dah selesai kuliah dan mulai kerja pertama, si ibu baru kelas 3 SMP. Tapi ya gimana?? Mereka bertemu, jatuh cinta, gak pandang usia, ataupun ras dan keturunan siapa. Mereka dikaruniai anak cantik dan pintar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenernya gue males ngomongin masalah2 begini. Tapi lama2 jadi gatel juga, ya sudah.. ikut urun pendapat, lagian di blog sendiri ini :D&lt;br /&gt;Sebenernya apa salahnya sih menikah dengan orang yang tidak dari ras sendiri? Apakah itu suatu masalah yang besar? Itu point pertama yang terlintas di pikiran gue. Yang kedua, apa salahnya juga, kalo ada orang yang menikah untuk merubah nasib atau mendapatkan ijin tinggal? Itu point kedua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi begini, kita bahas dulu masalah yang kedua *soalnya gue orangnya suka loncat2 mikirnya..jadi mulai dr belakang dulu, baru kedepan*&lt;br /&gt;Gue kenal dengan seorang mba’ yang menikah dengan seorang bule local. Si mba’ pas di indonesianya kerja di toko, mba’ ini gak bias namatin waktu wajib sekolahnya gara2 gak punya uang untuk bayar SPP. Sedih kan?? Karena itu dia akhirnya jadi penjaga toko saja. Si mba’ lumayan cantik, bodynya yahut. Karena pergaulan dengan sesama penjaga toko lainnya si mba’ berkenalanlah dengan pria bule ini. Awalnya si mba’ gak terlalu cinta. Ya wajar.. kata gue, orang si mas bule ini gak ganteng, agak tua, dan mayan gendut pula. Tapi bak kata org Jawa witing tresno jalaran soko kulino, dan kesabaran dan ketelatenan si bule dan rasa sayangnya pada anak tirinya (si mba’ punya anak dr pria lain sebleum mas bule), si mba’pun luluh. Jadi motiv awalnya dia menikahi si pria bule cuman agar hidup si mba’ berubah, telah berubah jadi perasaan yang bener2 cinta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah.. apa salah kalo si mba’ nikah dengan mas bule karena dia ingin nasibnya yg penjaga toko berubah jadi nasib yang lebih baik??? Itu bukan berarti dia mau jadi babunya si mas bule, atau gak punya dignity, maka dia nikah dan diboyong ke negerinya si mas bule dan dapet permanent residence buat hidup di negara si bule toh??? Dia cuman INGIN memperbaikin NASIB! Jadi kenapa harus dicap ini atau itu??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang point pertama, walaahh.. siapa sih yang bisa ngomong kalao itu udah nyangkut ke masalah hati??? Gak sama bule, pak item, orang india, ataupun sama org kita sendiri?? Sama  sajalah… Kalo si Cupid dah memanah, Doyok aja dicinta kok sama istrinya… Jadi mau dapet yang tua kek, yang imut kek, yang ganteng kek (ehemm apalagi yang kaya Philipp hihihi :D), yang tongos kek… yaaahh.. namaya juga hati mau diapain??? Yang pentingkan sama2 bahagia, sayang, cinta, love, liebe, amor atau apapunlah bahasanya… Jadi gak ada salahnya toh.. kalo orang Menado merit sama orang Jawa? Orang India merit sama orang Cina? Yang penting sah.. yang penting halal.. gak bikin dosa :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Auch der längste Weg, fängt mit einem kleinen Schritt an…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9622822-110916389167786861?l=vandifili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/feeds/110916389167786861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9622822&amp;postID=110916389167786861' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110916389167786861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110916389167786861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/2005/02/surat-surat-sarapan-pagi.html' title='Surat-surat Sarapan Pagi'/><author><name>Vanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641699652009971998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9622822.post-110908406035123669</id><published>2005-02-22T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T06:54:20.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mari Memasak</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sudah beberapa hari ini gue cukup bangga sama diri sendiri.. hihihi.. boleh dung.. kali2 bangga ama diri sendiri.. Jadi begini ceritanya. Ini teh tentang skil memasak gue. Jaman dulu kala, selagi gue masih manja, yg namanya nginjak dapur hanya gue lakukan kalo gue pengen inspeksi masakan apa yg bakal tersedia hari itu. Hehehe.. gue jamin deh.. banyak gadis2 Indonesia yang punya kebiasaan sama seperti gue. Cuman ke dapur kalo mau inspeksi heheh… Gue cuman menemukan beberapa yang bener2 dari jaman kudanya hoby memasak, contohnya tante gue nan cantik dan adik ipar gue yang dendeng baladonya bener2 yahut abis.. nyummyyy.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empat tahun lalu, ketika gue pertama kali menginjakkan kaki di negri tetangganya penjajah ini, gue baru menyadari kenyataan, kalo basic gue di dapur itu bener2 NOL BESAR! Gila… gue bener2 shock :( Gue gak makan apa2 selama 2 hari, cuman coklat ajah yang gue emut dengan perasaan sedih tak terhingga. Akhirnya dengan ajakan room mate gue orang Poland yg mirip Ladi Di, akhirnya gue belanja.. heheh berkenalan dengan ALDI hihihi…&lt;br /&gt;Gue langsung maruk.. beli ayam yang super gede, ceunah dari petunjuknya si ayam beku ini cuman tinggal dipanasin. OK, gampanglah itu bah.. piker gue..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo… siang itu di Studentwohnheim sekitar 4 ½ taun lalu, masuklah gue dengan gagah beraninya ke dapur. Gue taro minyak diatas pan, terus gue masupin deh tu ayam. Gue tunggu dengan riangnya.. 5 menit.. hmm.. kok si ayam masih dingin yaks? 10 menit.. hmm… ayam masih menunjukkan tanda2 bekas freezer. Hmm.. gue pikir, masih lama kayanya.. ya udah.. gue tinggal nelpon deh.. Kan sekali dayung 2 pulau terlampaui pikir gue.&lt;br /&gt;Lalu dengan hepinya gue teleponanlah ama adik gue tercinta, dengan bangganya gue cerita kalo gue lagi masak, adek gue mana percaya.. hahahah dia malah ngetawain gue.. huhh.. tunggu saja.. kata gue… :p Hmm.. lagi asik2 telepon gituh.. gue mulai mengendus2.. hmm.. kok ada bau2 angus yaa?? Pas gue liat.. WAKWAW…. Ayam gue dung.. HITAM huaahhh.. sediiihh… :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi itu empat tahun lalu.. seiring dengan berjalannya waktu, kemahiran gue di dapur makin meningkat :D Dulu di Hamburg, andalan gue pisang goreng heheheh.. Sampai2 ada temen guee yg bilang kalo pisgor gue, rasanya dah kaya pisgor abang2 pinggir jalan.. heheh hebathkan?? :D Trus belajar lagih dr seorg teman, andalan gue nambah satu, tiramisu. Ini ampir selalu gue bawa kalo gue ke party.. heheh.. pasti jadi paporit ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah menikah dengan Filip, gue jadi demen masak. Pan katanya cinta datang dari perut juga?? Makanya biar suami teuteup cinta, gue musti pinter masak duungg.. hihihi ;;)&lt;br /&gt;Enam bulan pertama menikah, Filip selalu gue suguhin masakan dengan bumbu2 Indofood hehehe… Tapi dia mah gak protes, selalu bilang enak, enak dan enak.. Hehehe.. dasar gak tau aja dia, aslinya tu masakan rasanya gimana :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah.. semenjak gue jadi anggota milis jalan2 dan makan2.. gue jadi suka ngeliatin resep2 yg dikirimin anggota milis. Trus gue juga suka ngeliatin si Tim di VOX, resep desertnya asik abis :) Sejak dari situ gue jadi mulai suka bereksperimen. Heheh dan sekarang gue dah mulai gak make bumbu2 Indofood lagih, tapi Bumbu Bamboe.. heheh gak ding.. itu mah sama ajaa.. :p&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang gue mulai ngulek2 bumbu2 sendiri, pake ketumbar, kunyit, terasi, cabe, dan tentu saja si maut bawang hehehe.. :) Pokoknya puas deh kalo abis masak ngulek2 sendiri gitu.. Malah Filip ampe bilang, kalo maskan gue dah kaya rasa di Indo aja.. hehehe.. gue geer abieess :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hidup Masak!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9622822-110908406035123669?l=vandifili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/feeds/110908406035123669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9622822&amp;postID=110908406035123669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110908406035123669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110908406035123669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/2005/02/mari-memasak.html' title='Mari Memasak'/><author><name>Vanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641699652009971998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9622822.post-110908155972891202</id><published>2005-02-22T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T06:12:39.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sebuah Kenyataan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gadis menarik nafas panjang. Tanpa disadarinya dua sungai kecil mengalir dari pelupuk matanya. Pipinya yang merah delima basahlah sudah. Mascaranyapun belepotan. Tapi Gadis sama sekali gak peduli. Bahkan tak ada sedikitpun dibenaknya tentang make upnya yg sudah acak-acakan. Pikiran, hati dan pandangannya hanya tertuju pada Jaka, sang pujaan hatinya. Jejaka yang dihadapannya itupun tak berbuat banyak. Keduanya terpaku, hanya genggaman tangan mereka yang makin kuat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;„Sudahlah Dis..“ bisik Jaka, „Tak ada gunanya kamu buang air matamu, Sayang“ dibelainya rambut hitam kekasihnya. Tak menghiraukan kata Jaka, air mata Gadispun semakin berderai. „Aku gak siap Ka! Gaaak…“ isak Gadis. Jaka hanya menghela napas panjang, pandangan matanya kosong. „Tapi kita gak kuasa Dis.. kita gak bisa berbuat apa-apa…“ bisiknya lagi, nyaris tak kedengaran, karena tertimpa miris hatinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huaahhh.. ternyata susah yaks ngarang cerpen. Gue dah usaha hihihi tapi jadinya malah norak gini *malu dee&lt;br /&gt;Ya sudahlah.. gue tetep jadi imel engineer sajah dee.. gantung pulpen dulu sebelon menjadi.. hehehe :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Namanya juga usaha... boleh dung.. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9622822-110908155972891202?l=vandifili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/feeds/110908155972891202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9622822&amp;postID=110908155972891202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110908155972891202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110908155972891202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/2005/02/sebuah-kenyataan.html' title='Sebuah Kenyataan'/><author><name>Vanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641699652009971998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9622822.post-110846444210176031</id><published>2005-02-15T02:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T02:47:22.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ayam Panggang Uni Anda</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bahan:&lt;br /&gt;·        Ayam enaknya yg pake tulang, jangan fillet&lt;br /&gt;·        Santan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumbu:&lt;br /&gt;·        Bawang putih cincang halus&lt;br /&gt;·        Garam&lt;br /&gt;·        Merica&lt;br /&gt;·        Cabe rawit, kalu mampu :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumbu halus:&lt;br /&gt;·        Bawang merah&lt;br /&gt;·        Bawang putih&lt;br /&gt;·        Cabe, sesuaikan dengan kemampuan perut anda&lt;br /&gt;·        Ketumbar&lt;br /&gt;·        Kunyit&lt;br /&gt;·        Laos&lt;br /&gt;·        Kemiri&lt;br /&gt;·        Tomat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cara buat:&lt;br /&gt;Ayam yg udah dipotong2 dimarinate sama bawang putih, garam dan merica. Diemin sekitar sejaman. Ampe bau bawang putih deh.. heheheh. Ayam yg sudah wangi bawang putih digoreng ampe stengah mateng, agak coklat2 sonnenstudio tapi jangan keling. Trus tumis bumbu halus ampe wangi kalo mau tambah pedas, asal jangan sakit perut, tambahin si cabe rawit. Masukin si ayam. Aduk2 dikit mereka sampe merata,  lalu masukin santan, tapi jangan sampai si ayam tenggelam. Setelah si santan agak2 masak, kecilkan api. Biarkan sampai si santan sampai ngeluarkan minyak. Setelah santan dah ampir abis, panggang deh semuanya di bara. Kalo winter gini, di oven pun jadilah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmmm… pokoknya rasanya dah ‚ampir’ sama kaya ayam panggang Sicincin hihihhi :D&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9622822-110846444210176031?l=vandifili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/feeds/110846444210176031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9622822&amp;postID=110846444210176031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110846444210176031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110846444210176031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/2005/02/ayam-panggang-uni-anda.html' title='Ayam Panggang Uni Anda'/><author><name>Vanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641699652009971998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9622822.post-110839306403587675</id><published>2005-02-14T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T06:57:44.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls' night out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hari Jumat kemaren gue diundang ke Frauenabend ama temen baru gue di sini. Girls night out ceritanya.. ;) Kita bertujuh. Awal-awalnya kita masak2. Gue bawa somay andelan, heheh. Trus ada yg masak ayam ala balado gituh.. tapi dikasi santen dikit. Hmm.. enak juga..:D&lt;br /&gt;Sambil makan-makan, trus kita ngobrol2.. mulai dar A-Z trus balik lagi ke A.. hihi..&lt;br /&gt;Biasalah obrolan khas cewe2 gitu.. mulai dr artis, ampe ttg yayang masing2… heheheh…&lt;br /&gt;Pokoknya serulah… Gue baru pulang jam 4 pagi kerumah.. heheh.. Padahal kita gak kemana2, cuman nongkrong di tempat temen gue itu aja. Kacaw deehh… hihihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emang seru juga kadang2 ngumpul rame2 cewe2 doang. Waktu gue masih di Hamburg, ehemm..semasa masih single ;) gue emang paling hoby ngumpul2 ama temen2 gue yg cewe. Ama flatmate gue yg org Brazil, kita suka menjelajah ke party2 dengan serunya… hihihi.. dan kalo kita lagi melankolis bedua, kita suka pesen pizza trus ngobrol deh ampe pagi.. sigh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trus ama sohib2 Hamburger gue laennya, macem2lah pengalaman kencan cewe2 kita. Hahaha yg seru 2 taon lalu sama 2 sohib cewe gue, kita sok2 berpalentin ria. Hihihi orang2 palentinan ama pacarnya masing2, kita mah pegi tigaan. Makan diresto Korea, trus ngafe2 di rumah biru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makanya kadang2 gue suka kangen ngegosip ama temen2 cewe. Ada kalanya saat2  ngegosip emang lebih seru ama temen cewe drpd sama suami.. hihihi…. Untungnya Filip ngerti2 aja, kalo gue lagi pengen ngumpul ama temen2 cewe gue. Dan dia dengan senang hati mendekam di kamar kerja.. heheheh..Danke Lieb :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi ya gitu.. skrg gue dah gak terlalu banyak punya temen cewe lagih… Temen2 Hamburger gue dah pada balik ke Indo, *eh.. ada yg nyisa 1 deh.. si manis Lucy Liu :D  Ada yg nyisa, waduuhh jauhnya minta ampun.. Kita ktemu kalo kebetulan dia mampir sbelon dia sowan ke patjarnya yg juga jauh drnya.. hihihi.. Temen2 baru gue disini juga bentar lagi dah mau pulang ke tanah air tercinta :S Hikss.. sedihh dee… :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girls.. ke Balzac yuuuks ;)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9622822-110839306403587675?l=vandifili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/feeds/110839306403587675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9622822&amp;postID=110839306403587675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110839306403587675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110839306403587675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/2005/02/girls-night-out.html' title='Girls&apos; night out'/><author><name>Vanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641699652009971998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9622822.post-110811888654149794</id><published>2005-02-11T02:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T02:48:06.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Di Dortmunde Straßenbahn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Naek angkutan umum di Dortmund sini suka ada kejadian2 yg mengejutkan. Emang sih, gue orangnya suka penasaran. Pengen tauuuuu aja urusan orang. Jadi kalo di straßenbahn atao di bus, gue tuh suka ngupingin percakapan penumpang2 laennya heheheh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waktu itu ada 2 cewe remaja.  Biasalah... kalo cewe mah ngomonginnya gak jauh2 dari shopping disana, trus party disono.. kenalan ama cowo yg ini, kopdar ama cowo yg ono... heheheh gue sih senyam senyum aja ngedengernya.. Jadi inget masa muda gue sama sohib2 gue di Padang kota tercinta.. hihihi….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trus pernah lagi… yg ini omongan2 cewe remaja laennya. Tapi omongannya lebih mengejutkan dan agak2 bikin shock. Mereka ngomongin ttg percobaan2 ngedrugs. Drugs apaan aja yg dah dicoba, dan efek2nya.. Duuhhh.. gue langsung kuatir.. kecil2 dah ngedrug.. gede mau jadi apa niiihh gadis2.. ckckck :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadang2 gue ngamatin orang2 yg mabok, mereka mungkin arbeitslos, obdachlos, gak punya duit, tapi kalinya dpt uang dr minta2.. ehh.. malah dibeliin minuman keras. Ckckckck... dasaaarrr!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi adegan semalam yg gue liat di straßenbahn membuat gue bener2 shock dan berpikir, apakah manusia dah pada ilang urat malunya?? :(&lt;br /&gt;Ada sepasang manusia yg lagi dimabuk birahi, dan merkea melakukan adegan XXX di dalam STRAßENBAHN!!!!! Can you believe it?? Goshhhhh!!!!!! Di dortmunde Straßenbahn yg penuh dengan orang, yg kecil mungil, yg terang dengan lampu dimana2.... ada sepasang manusia yg udah ilang urat malunya melakukan kegiatan ITU!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Gue gak abis pikir... kok ada orang yg dengan santainya begituan di straßenbahn? :S Gue cuman bisa menganga dan memasang tampang jijik.. kepada mereka berdua.. Tapi dasar otak kadal, mereka cuek dan lempeng aja.. malah nerusin… Hueeeeekkkkkkk…. Gue rasanya pengen muntah!!!! :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aahhhh.. manusia.. apakah ini sebuah pertanda malapetaka ???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9622822-110811888654149794?l=vandifili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/feeds/110811888654149794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9622822&amp;postID=110811888654149794' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110811888654149794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110811888654149794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/2005/02/di-dortmunde-straenbahn.html' title='Di Dortmunde Straßenbahn'/><author><name>Vanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641699652009971998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9622822.post-110804700162348071</id><published>2005-02-10T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T06:50:01.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GMail</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Masih ada yang belon punya GMail??? Kalo mau japri gue. Gue masih punya banyak invitation! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sok atuh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9622822-110804700162348071?l=vandifili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/feeds/110804700162348071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9622822&amp;postID=110804700162348071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110804700162348071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110804700162348071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/2005/02/gmail.html' title='GMail'/><author><name>Vanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641699652009971998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9622822.post-110795397227702274</id><published>2005-02-09T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T04:59:32.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Barusan gue abis baca artikel yang menarik di TIME, yaitu ttg kebahagiaan. Banyak para psikolog yg sudah meneliti tentang kebahagian. Teoripun sudah banyak yang ditelorkan untuk mendefenisikan kebahagian dan tentu saja cara2 meraih kebahagiaan itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenernya apa sih kebahagian itu? Beragam2 teori itu bikin gue kebingungan. Belon lagi bahasanya TIME yg suka pake kosakata sulit.. heueheueheu.. tambah lieur aja gue. *ketauan inggris gue bolot :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada yg bilang ‘Happiness is for getting us to use our intestines, ovaries and testicles’. Hahahahah buseettttt kebinatangan sekali yaks.. definisi kebahagiaannya, asal cukup makan dan sex, hidup akan bahagia :D Tapi kalo dipikir2 bener juga yaks… Kalo kita liat kucing gituh.. kerjaannya kan makan, tidur, boker, kalo hasratnya datang, tinggal godain aja kucing tetangga.. selesai sudah.. Untuk kebahagian batinnya, tinggal manja2 ke pemiliknya.. hehehe… senaaangg bener hidupnya kucing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmhhh.. tapi apa bener begitu bisa dibilang bahagia?? Kalo manusia gak punya otak kaya kucing, mungkin hidup kaya kucing juga udah bikin bahagia. Tapi karena kita punya otak dan juga punya napsu, 'makan-minum-hasrat', gak cukup untuk memenuhi standard 'kebahagian'. Contohnya kebahagian hidup buat manusia, kalo punya anak, kita pengennya anak kita jadi 'orang', trus kalo punya kerja, kita pengen juga punya karir, kalo lagi sekolah, pengennya dapet rangking, dsb..dsb.. Akhirnya sampailah ke kesimpulan kalo kebahagian itu tak pernah menemukan ujungnya, kebahagian tak pernah menemukan rasa puas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuh.. kannn.. pusing... jadi kapan dong manusia bisa bahagia, kalo mereka tak ada puasnya?? Dah punya karir, pengen beli rumah, dah punya rumah, pengen beli mobil, dah punya istri satu, skrg lagi musim poligami, pengen ikutan juga.. hahahahah... kacaw!!!&lt;br /&gt;Jadi??? Gimana dong solusinya??? Ya.. solusinya harus si manusia itu sendiri yang menentukan. Hanya si manusia itulah yang bisa ngerem keinginan2nya sendiri. Membuat keputusan, mana yang baik, kebahagiaan sejati atau mana yang cuman napsu, kebahagian semu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oiya, ada juga hasil research yg menarik, ternyata jadi orang kaya itu tidak selalu punya perasaan bahagia! *tu.. kan.. gak baik gak pernah puas :p * Banyak negara2 miskin yg annual incomenya masuk dlm kategori poor, malah tingkat kebahagiannya lebih besar drpd negara2 kaya. Hmmhh…. Dari situ bisa diliat, mungkin penduduk2 negara miskin ini lebih ada perasaan bersukurnya didalam hatinya, dan puas dengan keadaannya yg apa adanya. Mungkinkah begitu?? Atau bisa jadi negara2 miskin itu penduduknya lebih suka tersenyum dengan tulus drpd penduduk negara2 kaya itu? *Hahahah.. emang edan skrg, masa demi punya perasaan bahagia, ada kursus tertawa segala… kacawwlaaahh.. !!! * &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bersyukurlah dengan apa yg kamu punya!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9622822-110795397227702274?l=vandifili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/feeds/110795397227702274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9622822&amp;postID=110795397227702274' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110795397227702274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110795397227702274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/2005/02/happiness.html' title='Happiness?!'/><author><name>Vanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641699652009971998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9622822.post-110752565682601194</id><published>2005-02-04T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T06:04:17.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karneval :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dari kemaren party2 menyambut karnevea sudah dimulai. Karneval memang lebih terkenal di daerah Rheinland sampai ke Mainz. Sebenernya karneval dimulai dr tagl 11.11 jam 11.11. Tapi yg paling heboh dimulai dari Kamis sebelon Rabu abu dan berakhir Selasa sebelon Rabu abu. Hehehehe... jangan tanya gue arti Rabu abu ini apa. Teuing deehh.. :p Tapi yg gue tau semua org didaerah Rheinland ini, terutama dari Düsseldorf dan Köln menggila saat ini, dimulai dari hari Kamis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari kamis atau dikenal juga dengan weiberfastnacht, mulailah para cewe2 berkuasa heheh.... Buat para pria hari ini sangat berbahaya kalo pake dasi, karena cewe2 boleh memotong dasi anda, dan si pria gak boleh marah! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setaun yang lalu adalah perkenalan pertama gue dengan karneval. Walaupun waktu itu sudah 3 taun lebih hidup di Hamburg, tapi gue gak pernah merasakan yg namanya karneval. Di Hamburg emang tradisi ini gak ada. So, karena kita pengen tau, dan pengen party :D, maka pas karneval taun kemaren pergilah gue dan suami ke sarangnya karneval, ke Köln. Kebetulan kakak si Filip tinggalnya di Bonn, jadi tempat ngineppun gratislah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentu saja karena kita mau bener2 meresapi karneval, kita juga harus pake kostum. Kalo gak ada kostumnya, gak seru dong karnevalnya, hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;Jumat paginya kita belanja kostum dulu, untung masih ada aja yg jualan. Gue memutuskan untuk memakai kostum Angel. Hmmh bukan apa2.. soalnya itu adalah kostum satu2nya yg masih ada untuk ukuran gue, dan dibagian anak2 pula tempatnya, heueheueehu.. Biar unik gue juga nambahin aksesoris tanduk Teufel.. hahahah jadilah gue Angel dan sekaligus Teufel :p Philipp akhirnya menemukan kostum yg kocak abiis.. hahahah dia kali itu jadi tengkorak. Ponakan kita yg baru 3 taon ampe ketakutan ngeliatnya :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumat malamnya, kitapun mulai menjajal party karneval. Banyak bar2 di daerah kota tua Bonn yg bikin karneval party. Untuk pemanasan, kita memulai party di Bonn dulu.. hehehe. Gue dan Filip bener2 seru2an malam itu, dansa semalam suntuk. Semua orang akrab satu sama lainnya. Padahal gak pake kenalan segala heheheh... Mungkin gara2 pengaruh minuman juga.. Kan prinsip orang Jerman setelah 5 bir, baru deh tanzen dimulai heueheuehue :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabtunya kita pergi ke Köln, pusatnya karneval. Köln bener2 penuh dengan manusia. Semuanya berkostum aneh2. Mulai dr opa2 dengan pakaian tempo doeloe a la Napoleon, sampai anak2 yg banyak memakai kostum kaya hewan2 lucu sampai yg buas.. heueheueheu. Semua riang, pokonya meriaahh… Tapi bar2 dan diskotek di Köln lebih komersial drpd di Bonn. Di Bonn kami gak dipungut bayaran untuk masuk. Di Köln kita musti bayar 3-5 Euro, dan yg lebih nyebelin, di toiletpun dipungut bayaran 50 Cent. Huuuhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minggunya kita ketemuan ama seorang temen gue yg gay dan pacarnya. Tentu saja kaum gay juga ngerayain karneval. Dan kitapun diajaklah ke kafe gay yg sore itu juga heboh dengan karnevalnya. Suasana di kafe gay, sebenernya sama normalnya di kafe biasa, cuman kalo kita perhatiin keadaan sekeliling, barulah akan ngeh’ kalo ini agak ‘lain’ dari yg biasa heheh.. abiiss.. yg duduk di meja2 mas2 keker semua, tapi mesra ke satu sama leinnya heheheh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari Senin atau dikenal dg Rosenmontag, adalah puncaknya karneval. Pas hari itu selebriti2 karneval, organisasi2 karneval pawai di kendaraan2 lucu sekeliling kota. Sampai ada Pangeran dan Putri karneval segala :D. Dan sepanjang jalan mereka membagikan bonbon, coklat, bunga, boneka. Tapi syaratnya kita harus teriak ‘Kameleeee’ dulu dengan semangat. Kamele ini berasal dari kata caramel, jaman dulu ya maksudnya bon-bon gituh.. Hari itu kita termasuk untung. Gue berhasil ngumpulin coklat 2 plastik penuh, karena semangat neriakin kamele… hehehe.. Suami gue ampe takjub, karena gue semangat saingan ama anak kecil..huahuahauaha belon tau aja dia :p&lt;br /&gt;Btw, coklat 2 plastik itu masih ada sisanya ampe sekarang, padahal udah dibagi2in ke semua orang.. hehehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmhh.. sayang, didaerah Ruhr, walopun tetangga deket dengan daerah Rhein, pesta karnevalnya gak terlalu seru, dan disini hari Senen Rosenmontag juga gak libur. Jadilah karneval kali ini tanpa party, sebagai gantinya meeting dengan bos :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;‘Kameeleeeeee’ is a nice word, isn’t it? ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9622822-110752565682601194?l=vandifili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/feeds/110752565682601194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9622822&amp;postID=110752565682601194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110752565682601194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110752565682601194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/2005/02/karneval.html' title='Karneval :)'/><author><name>Vanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641699652009971998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9622822.post-110743543822032550</id><published>2005-02-03T04:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T04:57:18.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UK Visa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pagi ini kita jam 5.30 dah bangun. Weker dah bunyi jam 5, tapi gue ketiduran lagih, untung gak bablas. Gue langsung buruan siap-siap, sambil narik si Philipp dari tempat tidur. Jam 5.50 kita dah keluar rumah. Tujuan kita pagi ini ke British Konsulat di Düsseldorf. Ya... gini deh kalo punya paspor warna ijo, kemana-mana musti butuh visa. Makanya kadang-kadang gue rada setuju juga kalo ke Indo harus pake visa, heheh dendam bow :p Tapi dilain pihak itu juga ngerugiin pariwisata seh. Anyway, müssen die Regierung wissen, was am besten ist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hujan mengguyur bumi dengan cukup derasnya. Langit masih gelap. Gue bersukur banget si Filip nemenin gue di pagi buta ini. Kalo gak bisa kesasar gue di rimba autobahn di tengah salip-salipan mobil. Soalnya gue gak bisa baca peta, dan kalo nyetir di daerah baru, gue suka kagok dengan pertukaran2 autobahnnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya jam 7 kurang dikit kita nyampe Düsseldorf, dan dapet parkir di deket si kantor Konjen nya orang Inggris itu. Buseett daahh.. nyari parkir di Düsseldorf, susyaaahh.. :(&lt;br /&gt;Gue termasuk orang pertama yg dah nongkrong di depan pintu kantor urusan visanya. Si Filip balik lagi ke Dortmund, karena dia harus masuk kerja. Tapi sebelon pergi, dia ngetes gue dulu, gimana cara gue balik ke Gelsenkirchen. Hehehehe.. dia tau istrinya rada2 lieur :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pintu konsulat itu masih terkunci. Gue menggigil kedinginan :( Angin pagi itu cukup berhembus kencang. Ada 5 orang lagi yang ikut dalam antrian, 3 org Jerman, 1 cewe asia laennya (selain gue :p) dan 1 pak item. Dari luar gue bisa melihat 2 org sekuriti berbincang2 sambil ketawa dan menghirup kopi panas mereka. Damn! :( Gue sebeeell banget. Kurang ajar bener deh tu orang2. Kita disuruh nunggu dingin2 diluar, *untung ujan udah berenti*, dan mereka ketawa2 dr dalam sambil minum kopi.. BETE!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya pintu dibukakan juga, setelah seorg bapak2 ngetok kaca dengan semangatnya. Si sekuriti ngebuka pintu dengan kasar, dan gagang pintu kaca itu ngejeduk tangan gue dengan kerasnya. Aduuuhh.. sakitt sebenernya.. tapi gak terlalu kerasa, karena gue juga kaget :(&lt;br /&gt;Trus si pak item ini tiba2 nyerobot kedepan gue, dan bilang kalo dia yg pertama.&lt;br /&gt;Gue langsung ngotot dan ngambil posisi ngajak berantem, untung si cowo Jerman yg dibelakng gue ngebelain gue, karena dia saksi hidup. Dan gue juga dibelain sekuriti, yg ternyata dr dalm juga ngeliatin, kalo gue datang duluan dr si pak item. Huuhh gue sebel banget ama si pak item itu!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pas masuk, handy gue langsung disita. Dikasi kartu kecil sebagai gantinya. Trus harus ngelewatin detector. Huuhh rese berat siiihh :( Akhirnya nyampe juga gue ke ruangan tempat bikin visa. Nah gue ketemu lagi ama bapak2 yg ngetok jendela tadi. Ternyat si bapak ini ngaduin kejadian yg dibawah ama si pegawai visa. Dia bilang gini ‚Dieses Mädchen wurde verletz! Das war nicht richtig von dem Sicherheitspersonal!’ Waduuhhh gue langsung bingung... Trus si pegawe langsung nginterogasi gue, apa gue cedera dsb. Hihihi untung semangat buat ngomporin gue rada2 gak ada waktu itu. Kalo gak kan gue bisa aja sok2 hiperbola hihihii :)) Biar mampus tuh si sekuriti.. kata gue dalam hati :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah ngasi dokumen dsb, gue disuruh nunggu sama si ibu pegawe visa. Setelah nunggu 30 menit, gue dihalo2in ama bapak2. Disuruh masuk ke ruang B. Gue pikir gue bakal diwawancara soal visa, tapi ternyat dung.. dia mewawancara gue soal kejadian dg si sekuriti… hihihii kayanya org2 Inggris ini jiper juga kalo terjadi apa2 di daerah kantornya. Trus gue bilang ‘gue gak kenapa2 and I won’t SUE British Consulate!’ Hueheueeheuhe… gaya amat gue :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya gue menunggu dan menunggu… trus kena panggil lagi, ternyata disuruh bayar. Udah bayar, menunggu dan menunggu lagi. Trus dipanggil lagi, ternyata kali ini wawancara. Si ibu pegawe nanya, kenapa gue mau ke London, trus sampai kapan bakal di Jerman. Hmmhhh.. pertanyaan ini bingung gue jawabnya.. gue jawab aja, gak jelas, la wong gue sendiri gak tau ampe kapan kita tinggal di Jerman hehhehehe... Trus akhirnya dia bilang visanya bisa dijemput jam 2 siang. Hmm.. gue langsung bengong. Ya gak bisalah.. wong gue gak libur kok hari ini. Masa gue musti balik ke sana lagi ???&lt;br /&gt;Trus dengan senyum manis gue berkata… gue cuman dpt free pagi ini dr bos, jadi bisa gak gue tunggu aja sekarang? Si tante langsung galak… ‘You put stress on us, you know that?’ dan gue kembali memberi seyum manis, sambil ngangguk dengan yakinnya. Akhirnya si tante ngalah, dan naya ke koleganya, apa bisa selese sekrg. Trus sambil rada2 ngomel dia bilang ke gue.. ‘Just for this time!' dan gue kembali memberi senyum gue yang paling manis.. heueheueheu :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya, tuh visa jadi juga. Saking senangnya gue ampir lupa kalo handy gue masih sama sekuriti. Untung dia ngingetin, jadi kesalahannya tadi pagi agak gue maapkan :p Tapi ada yg bikin gue kesel lagi.. dia gak ngingetin payung merah kesayangan gue. Hiks.. :( Si payung cantik ketinggalan disana, padahal itu kado surprise dari Filip yg gue senengin banget ..&lt;br /&gt;hiks.. :( Huuhh.. banyak bgt si pengorbanan dpt visa ke Inggris. Tapi gpplah… yg penting urlaub gue jadi heheheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;London, I’m coming! :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9622822-110743543822032550?l=vandifili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/feeds/110743543822032550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9622822&amp;postID=110743543822032550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110743543822032550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110743543822032550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/2005/02/uk-visa.html' title='UK Visa'/><author><name>Vanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641699652009971998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9622822.post-110718614044090280</id><published>2005-01-31T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T05:44:51.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopaholic &amp; Sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Becky Brandon née Bloomwood is back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;! This time she brought 2 lorries along from her honeymoon. She got 10 night gowns from Hongkong, 10 cofee tables from around the world, 2 dining tables from Denmark and Srilanka, 2 giant giraffes statue from Africa, and so much more and the most important is the extraordinary most wanted Angel bag from Milan :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I think it's so great to be Becky Bloomwood! You can buy everything what you want, without thinking. Her motto is: Shopping is an investment ;) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thought it would be very nice to give a lovely surprise for her parents and her best friend. But she didn't get what she expected :(&lt;br /&gt;Her parents distanced themselves from her during her surprise visit. They seemed to have a secret. Her bestfriend has found a new bestfriend. And after a couple of days back to  normal life her husband, Luke, has changed again to his business behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky Bloomwood felt blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not all over. There is another surprise for Becky. All of a sudden she got a news from her parents, she has a long lost sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, Becky was very happy to hear this news, and as always she started to imagine how they will have fun together, going shopping, meni, pedi, have girls' night, buuutttttt ....&lt;br /&gt;they are not the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can it be true? Becky Bloomwood's sister HATE SHOPPING!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Girls, just read! You will love HER!!!! :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9622822-110718614044090280?l=vandifili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/feeds/110718614044090280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9622822&amp;postID=110718614044090280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110718614044090280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110718614044090280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/2005/01/shopaholic-sister.html' title='Shopaholic &amp; Sister'/><author><name>Vanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641699652009971998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9622822.post-110691344626572462</id><published>2005-01-28T03:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T03:57:26.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Les Masak</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Gara-gara terbujuk rayuan guru les bahasa Indonesianya, Filip ngedaftarin diri ikutan les masak. Dan dia juga ngajakin gue untuk ikutan. Sebenernya gue rada-rada males, wong itu les masak untuk Indonesische Küche gitu loohh... Lah dalem hati, gue berkata, kan gue ibu rumah tangga sejati, gak perlulah les2 masak segala, les masak masakan indo lagih.. duuuhh apa kata dunia... masakan indo pake acara les.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hmm tapi demi nyenangin hati suami, gue juga bersedia untuk ikutan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So, hari rebo malem berangkatlah kami ke Duisburg. Les masaknya disana. Mayan jauh dari Dortmund, ampir sejam kalo naek mobil. Gara-gara gue telat pulang kantor, jadilah telat juga kita berangkat dan nyampe di tempat les masak, ampir setengah jam telatnya :( Pas kita nyampe, semua bahan2 dah terpotong2 dengan rapi, hehehe untung juga telat, soalnya gue paling males kalo di dapur disuruh motong-motong :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Pas kita masuk dapur sekolah yg super gede itu, gue langsung disambut meriah oleh ibu gurunya yg baik bgt. Hehehe langsunglah kita chit-chat dlm bhs indo, dgn logat jawa malah.. heueheueheu :D Lalu gue juga kenalan ama guru lesnya Filip. Lalu berhallo2 dan berselamat malam dg para peserta kursus, yg berusaha mempraktekan bhs Indonya ke gue.. heueheueheu wie süß ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Para peserta les masak malam itu adalah bapa2 dan ibu2 sekalian, malah ada 2 pasang yg udah opa2 dan oma2 gituh. Kita yg paling muda, heheheh kacaw deehh.. Abis itu kita jadi mikir, kok kita akhir2 ini gaulnya ama org2 tua mulu yaks.. apakah kita juga dah tua?? hikss...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Tapi para bapak2 ibu2 oma2 opa2 jerman itu kmrn fun2 semua kok. Kita masak sambil ngobrol2 dan dilatarbelakangi dengan lagu dangdut para finalis KDI. Iya... kontes dangdut indonesia :O:O:O Hahahahah gue aja ampe bengong pas liat cd si KDI ini. Ternyata guru lesnya Filip, dia seorg bujangan Jerman, yg punya tuh CD. Si bapak ini bener2 ahli ngoceh dalam bhs Indo. Dah dr taun 82 dia menjelajah daerah2 di indo. Cinta mati doi :D Udah gitu, dia bukan cuman ahli ngoceh doang, dia juga sangat well informed ttg kejadian2 di Indo. Weleeehhh.. dia ampe tau AFI sampai KDI, Indonesia Idol ampe Titik Puspa... aduuhh kacaw..kacaw... malah dah nongton pelem Arisan yg ngetop itu, duuhh.. gue kemana aja yaks.. hiks.. sedih deh gue.. kalah ama bapak2 bule :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Dah gitu ada lagi kejadian yg cukup memalukan... hiks..hiks.. :p Jadi gini ceritanya, karena terlambat, akhirnya pekerjaan yg tersisa buat gue adalah ngegoreng kerupuk! So, mulailah gue ngegoreng. Gue pikir, gampang toh.. masa ngegoreng krupuk aja gak bisa.. huuhh.. iya kan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ternyata oh ternyata.. ngegoreng kerupuk ada triknya.. hiks.. Dan gue gak tau dg trik itu. Jadilah bbrp krupuk yg gue goreng gak mekar :( Trus seorg oma ngampirin gue dan berkata, 'wahh itu minyaknya kurang panas, harus panas bgt, trus si krupuk akan lebar sendiri'. Aduuuhhhh sodara2 sekalian, kebayang gak sih malunya gue... gue diajarin ngegoreng krupuk udang sama oma2 Jerman huhuhuhuhu...... malu beratssss... *&lt;em&gt;makanya Vanda jangan sok ngaku2 jadi ibu rumahtangga yg baik deh&lt;/em&gt; :p* Jadilah gue akhirnya ngegoreng kerupuk dibawah instruksi si oma, yg menurut pengakuannya diajarin ama Maknya ngegoreng kerupuk. Barulah terungkap cerita, kalo si oma ternyata lahir di Indo, walopun berortu bule.. heheheh dan dandanannya si oma bener2 kaya oma2 di indo, dg sanggul kecil yg ngingetin gue ke nenek gue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Setelah sejam lebih masak, kami semua mulai makan malam, makan makanan yg kami masak tentu saja :D Hehehe ternyata masakan indonesia si bule2 ini enak juga loh... Walopun tentu saja dikoreksi sana sini oleh ibu guru. Dan susana makan malam itu benar2 kekeluargaan.. hiks.. bikin takana jo kampuang :( Pokoknya nyanengin bgt, makan di meja makan yg gede dg taplak batik dan sambil ngobrol tentu saja dg topik Indonesia :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Menu kita malam itu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Makanan pembuka: lumpia, krupuk dan acar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Makanan utama: ikan gule ijo, ayam asam manis, sate ayam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Makanan penutup: es krim manisan buah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Dah selese makan, kita semua cuci piring dan beres2. Jam 9.30 datanglah si Hausmaster, yg ngeliat kalo kita belon selesai juga beres2. Kita semua, terutama ibu guru, kena omel ama tu bapak. Huh.. dasar... lain kali kayanya harus diajak makan bareng biar gak kena omel, hehehe Akhir dari acara itu, kita diundang lagi dong, ke acara makan2 berikutnya tentu saja kembali bersama bapak2 dan ibu2 serta oma2 opa2 sekalian. Kayanya mereka juga senang ada anak muda yg ikutan :D Heheheh beneran deh.. gue jadi gaul ama ortu2 gini :D Gak papalah, yg penting asik dan penuh dengan makan-makan.. hahahah :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Aku cinta (masakan) Indonesia ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9622822-110691344626572462?l=vandifili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/feeds/110691344626572462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9622822&amp;postID=110691344626572462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110691344626572462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110691344626572462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/2005/01/les-masak.html' title='Les Masak'/><author><name>Vanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641699652009971998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9622822.post-110658053035871381</id><published>2005-01-24T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T07:31:26.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roasted Duck a la Mama</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Für 2 Person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Zutaten:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ente 400 gr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ein bisschen Erdnussöl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Salz und pfeffer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Söße:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;6 Schalotten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ein paar Knoblauch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1 TL Brühe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;300 ml Wasser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Zubereitung:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Das Öl in der Pfanne warmmachen. Die Ente gut waschen und mit Küchetuch troknenlassen. Danach mit einbisschen Salz und Pfefer würzen. Brät die Ente in der Pfanne. Zuerst die Fleischseite, danach die Hautseite und am Ende die Beideseite. Benutz kleine Feierstuffe, damit die Ente gut gekocht in der mitte. Danach pack die Ente in Aluefolie ein, und brät in Ofen bei 200C mit Umluft für 1 Stunde. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Für die Soße, brät die Schalotten und Knoblauch in der Pfane, wo die Ente war (das Öl von Entebraten wiederbenutz). Danach gieß das Wasser und die Brühe. Die Söße wird gekocht, bis die Ente fertig im Ofen ist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Servier die Ente mit Spätzle und Rosenkohl. Die Soße wird mit Preiselbeeren serviert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hmmmm... leckeeer ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9622822-110658053035871381?l=vandifili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/feeds/110658053035871381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9622822&amp;postID=110658053035871381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110658053035871381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110658053035871381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/2005/01/roasted-duck-la-mama.html' title='Roasted Duck a la Mama'/><author><name>Vanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641699652009971998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9622822.post-110657820470804508</id><published>2005-01-24T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T06:54:39.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Filip's Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To celebrate Filip's birthday, we had a dinner last Saturday. Some friends were invited. We were 8 people together. It was not a big party, but it was fun. From the beginning everybody talk intensively to everybody, although it was the first time they met each other. So, I was relieved. I didn't have to worry, that the atmosphere could be stiff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Filip cooked for us. He made roasted duck, from mama's recipe. It was very delicious. Since last week he was very concerned about that. He called his mom several times, because he wanted to cook a perfect rosted duck... heheheh&lt;em&gt; *das war sehr lecker Lieb*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The duck was served with German noodle and Brussels sprout. There was also the sauce, which was made from onion and garlic. Hmmm.. very tasty ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I intended to make siomay. I have prepared the dough and the filling on friday night. But an accident happened :( When I started to fry it, I realised that the dough sticked each other. And as I tried to pulled it, it tore huhuhu...hiks..hiks.. :(( It was a mess. I was sad. My dish was kaputt! :(( Fortunetely I bought ready spring roll from asia market. Although it was not original homemade, we could serve a starter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;For dessert I made apple tiramisu and Filip made original tiramisu. Both were delicious ;) Everybody said so.. heheheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The dinner finished at 3 in the morning. It was very nice to have some guests again at home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Happy B'Day Lieb! Thanks for coming friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9622822-110657820470804508?l=vandifili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/feeds/110657820470804508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9622822&amp;postID=110657820470804508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110657820470804508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110657820470804508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/2005/01/filips-dinner.html' title='Filip&apos;s Dinner'/><author><name>Vanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641699652009971998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9622822.post-110629370227598443</id><published>2005-01-20T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T23:51:55.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hamburg, Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kalau orang dengar kata Hamburg, pasti yg terlintas pertama kali adalah hafennya, pelabuhan Hamburg yg terkenal, katanya nomor dua terbesar setelah Roterdam. Selain itu, yg kepikiran dengar kata Hamburg, pastilah St Pauli dan kawasan &lt;a href="http://www.reeperbahn.de"&gt;Reeperbahn&lt;/a&gt; nya yg sangat terkenal itu. Kawasan ini juga katanya red light district yg terbesar stelah RDLnya Amsterdam kali ya?? Atau malah lebih besar lagi, kayanya sih.. hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tapi tentu saja Hamburg gak cuman punya St. Pauli atau reeperbahn aja, banyak kawasan2 lain yg sangat layak untuk dinikmatin. Kalau tujuan kamu untuk liburan ke Eropa utk ngeliat kota2 tua dan bangunan2 tua, Hamburg adalah tujuan yg kurang tepat, karena kota ini cukup hancur pas PD II, walopun Rathaus a.k.a kantor walikotanya yg sangat cantik itu masih berdiri dengan anggunnya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So.. apa sih yg tepat dilakukan di Hamburg? Ya itu tadi menikmati kehidupan malam si kota jelita ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kafe2 dan resto2 di Hamburg suasananya tergantung pada posisinya. Kalau kamu jalan di daerah Mönckebergstraße, ini kawasan tengah kotanya, kamu akan ktemu dg kafe2 yg chic, dan tentu saja pasang harga turis, hehehhe. Salah satu kafe chic adalah Alex, kafenya luas, kue2nya enak, pemandangannya menghadap Alster, tapiiii... kudu kuat2an deh nunggu si pelayan dtg buat nanyain pesanan :p soalnya si Alex ini ramenya minta ampun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hamburg gak punya Starbucks, aneh kan? Kota besar kok ya gak kemasukan Starbucks? :p tapi Hamburg punya yg namanya Balzac. Kopinya wanginya lebih wangi dr Starbucks, walopun dr segi kue masih agak kalah dikit dr Starbucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Agak nyusurin kota dikit, sampailah ke kawasan yg bernama Dammtor.Ini kawasan mahasiswa. Soalnya Uni Hamburg pusatnya disini. Disini juga tersebar kafe2 unik lucu ala mahasiswa gitu. Salah satunya Abaton Cafe. Abaton juga punya bioskop dan restoran. Filem yg diputar adalah filem2 alternatif gitu, jarang filem Holywood. Di daerah Dammtor juga enak shopping, banyak toko2 sepatu dan baju alternatif, selain toko2 daerah pusat kota.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Terusin lagi perjalanan, sampailah ke daerah Eppendorf. Ini juga termasuk kawasan elite Hamburg. Di Eppendorf ada restoran Malaysia, yg rasanya cukup original dan kita bisa bhs indonesia disana.. heheh. Kafe dan resto di eppendorf cukup bikin sesak napas kalau untuk kantong mahasiswa, heheh makanya waktu tinggal di hamburg jarang bgt ekspansi disini :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tapi ada juga resto Vietnam yg pernah gue kunjungin ama teman2 waktuitu.. hummhh.. yummy dan fresh.. :) *sorry ya.. nama2 resto ini gue gak ingat*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lanjut lagi dr Eppendorf sampailah ke kawasan favorit gue, Schanzenviertel. Dulunya nih daerah ini tempat kaum hippienya hamburg. Tapi setelah rada ditata dikit ama pemerintah kota Hamburg, skrg jadilah kawasan ini penuh dg kafe dan resto. Disini ada macam2 resto, mulai dr Portugis ampe Korea, Turki ampe India.. hehehe.. Resto korea-thai favorit gue, namanya Bok. hummhh.. thai foodnya bener2 wangi. Ada juga thai-imbiss tongkrongan gue sama suami kalo kita lagi bokek, namanya Thai cowboys.. jangan salah, rasanya tiada dua, dan murah pula. Kafe favorit saya disini sebuah kafe portugis, yg ngeladenin bbrp tante2 portugis gituh yg kadang2 ngeladenin juga pake bhs portugis :O heuheeuehu... Kue2 portugis yg kecil2 dan kue susnya, bikin betah berlama2 disana... Ini kafe selalu penuh dr pagi ampe jam 6 sore, soalnya cuman ampe segitu dia bukanya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Trus lagi.. nyampe daerah Altona. Kalo mau dugem disinilah tempatnya, selain Schanzenviertel tentu saja ;) Coktail bar favorit kami adalah Blauesbar Haus. Rumah kecil yg dicet dg warna biru pekat, dg aksesoris yg minimalis aja. Nyumm.. rasa coktailnya gak ada dua. Mai thainya paling mantap, menurut referensi org2 yg doyan Mai Thai. Yg unik dr nih coktail bar, di toilet cewenya, ada kaca yg tembus pandang ke toilet cowo, tapi tidak sebaliknya.. heheheheh... bikin cowo2 sirik tentu saja :p Di Altona juga banyak tempat brunch yg asik2. Salah satunya di Zeise Kino. Jadi di bioskop ini ada restoran juga. Ini bioskop dulunya bekas pabrik, dan direnov jd bioskop yg keren. Selain itu ada juga tempat konser namanya Fabrik disini. dulunya juga bekas Fabrik. Ampir tiap hari ada aja yg manggung disana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmm.. gue kurang suka ama kawasan St Pauli dan Reeperbahn. Soalnya kalo kesana bikin mata sakit. Silau ama lampu2 yg terlalu berkelapkelip sepanjang jalan. Tapi di Reeperbahn ada resto cina yg paling recomended, namanya Man Hua. Ati2 ketipu, soalnya ada dua, yg asli yg deket sebuah tankstelle. Yg punya org Malaysia.. bisa bhs melayu juga disini.. heheh dan bisa minta order khusus :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was a nice time in Hamburg :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9622822-110629370227598443?l=vandifili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/feeds/110629370227598443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9622822&amp;postID=110629370227598443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110629370227598443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110629370227598443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/2005/01/hamburg-review.html' title='Hamburg, Review'/><author><name>Vanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641699652009971998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9622822.post-110622780080914028</id><published>2005-01-20T04:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T23:58:18.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man vs Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The difference between a man and a boy is the price of their toys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;As you know, yesterday was my ex boyfriend's a.k.a my Fili's birthday. A birthday boy of course got some gifts :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;A packet arrived on Tuesday afternoon. Fili was delighted, but could manage to wait till 12 AM hehehe. It was from his Mom. At midnight he opened the box, and smile brightly *&lt;em&gt;Gosh.. he looks good &lt;/em&gt;:p* and showed me praudly, and said 'Ich werde fit sein :)'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Filip got this nice and sporty &lt;a href="http://www.polar-deutschland.de/"&gt;polar&lt;/a&gt; watch. It can coach you to plan your own fitness zone. Isn't it terrific? ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Meaning: it keeps him occupied until... hmm.. now maybe, or tomorrow still? :p Dunno... just have to wait till he gets bored with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Now... can you see the meaning of the phrase above? heheheh :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Liebe Uhr, mach bitte mein Filip fit aber nicht fett!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9622822-110622780080914028?l=vandifili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/feeds/110622780080914028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9622822&amp;postID=110622780080914028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110622780080914028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110622780080914028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/2005/01/man-vs-boy.html' title='Man vs Boy'/><author><name>Vanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641699652009971998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9622822.post-110612885291459852</id><published>2005-01-19T01:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T02:00:52.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mein Fili ist 30! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Heute ist mein Mann Philipp 30 geworden! Dreizig Jahre alt! Ganz schon alt, na ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Was bedeutet 30 Jahre alt in jemandem Leben? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Fili meinte bei 30 fängt ein erwachsenes Leben an. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Man ist nicht mehr Student, man muss mehr an die Zukunft denken, man geht nicht mehr oft zur Parties, man geht nicht jede Wochenende aus, usw..usw.. also, ernst ist das! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Aber ist das wirklich so? Das ist ja beängstigend, 30 zu sein! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Fili hat mich wieder beruhigt, als er sagte, kann sein, muss aber nicht sein :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Na ja, 30 geworden vielleicht klingt ernst, aber man muss auch damit locker umgehen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;30 geworden ist nicht alt, sondern reif, hat er mir auch gesagt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;30 geworden muss man an die Zukunft denken, aber wer denkt nicht an die Zukunft? Sogar unsere Neffen denken an die Zukunft, bzw, Zukunft bedeutet für sie, ein Plan für die Woche :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;30 geworden geht man nicht oft zur Parties, hmmmpphh ... ich bin noch nicht 30, aber ich kriege schon wenig Parties Einladunguen :(, aber was gut an 30 ist, Fili kann jetzt Ü30 Party besuchen, nicht wahr, hahahahah :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Owww... jetzt klingt 30 Jahre Alt aber gut :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Philipp, selamat ulang tahun, Sayang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Wunsche Dir, dass Du gesund und glücklich in deinen neuen Jahrzehnten bist...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;von deiner Istri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9622822-110612885291459852?l=vandifili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/feeds/110612885291459852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9622822&amp;postID=110612885291459852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110612885291459852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110612885291459852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/2005/01/mein-fili-ist-30.html' title='Mein Fili ist 30! :)'/><author><name>Vanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641699652009971998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9622822.post-110605267790894936</id><published>2005-01-18T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T04:51:17.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Malam minggu kemaren kami pacaran ke Bochum. Ceritanya teh kita nongton Closer. Ada bbrp alasan kenapa gue milih Closer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Uhumm... ada Jude Law maaannnn disono... gelo... kok ganteng yaks.. hihihi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. Hmm.. Julia Roberts, gue demen banget ngeliat dia :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;3. Waktu ngeliat trailernya.. kok kayanya romantis yaks..hihihihi layak buat pelem orang pacaran :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So... pergilah kami ke Bochum, demi nongton Closer berbahasa aselinya. Gue mah ogah ngedengerin Jude Law ngomong Deutsch.. hihihih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Walopun pas awal diputarnya tu pelem, ada sedikit kecelakaan :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1. Tone-nya tiba2 ilang... meaning: lagu pembuka dan kata2 Natalie Portman yg menggoda dan romantis 'Hello stranger..' tak terdengar.. aaaarrrgggghhhhh sebaaalll :((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2. Adegan pertama bbrp menit di rumahsakit saat mereka rada2 flirting2 gituh.. semuanya berbahasa Jerman.. tidaaakkkkk ... suaranya beda banget.. huuhh.. lagi-lagi sebaaall :((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Na ja... setelah seorg penonton lari2 ke blkg panggung buat protes, jalanlah lagih pelem ini dgn normal. Walopun ada yg kocak juga, pas si Dan dan Larry lagi ceting porno neh.. eh ..eh.. kok mereka cetingnya dlm bhs Jerman yaks? hueheueheuheue aneh bgt.. kocak abieess.. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sehabis nongton tu pelem.. gue jadi agak2 berpikir dan agak2 sedih...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Kok suatu hubungan percintaan, bisa ilang begitu saja. Love at the first sight kok bisa menghapuskan kisah cinta yg cukup mendalam. Eniwei, semua kisah cinta di pelem ini emang berasakan &lt;em&gt;'Love at the first sight'&lt;/em&gt; kalo menurut analisa gue. Dan cinta-cinta mereka itu cepat datang dan dengan mudah pula pergi, setelah mereka merasakan hadirnya orang lain, yang mungkin lebih menarik, lebih cantik, lebih muda, atau lebih dewasa... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Semua orang disana menurut gue rada-rada egois, terlebih makluk dengan nama lelaki, mau berselingkuh, tapi gak rela kalo diselingkuhin. Ada pula makluk yg bernama wanita, yg kadang2 dengan goblognya mau saja diselingkuhin, walopun mereka suka nakal, karena mereka pulalah yg menyebabkan lelaki berselingkuh, tanpa memikirkan perasaan wanita lain yg memiliki lelaki tersebut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Watch out, be careful with a stranger!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9622822-110605267790894936?l=vandifili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/feeds/110605267790894936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9622822&amp;postID=110605267790894936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110605267790894936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110605267790894936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/2005/01/closer.html' title='Closer'/><author><name>Vanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641699652009971998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9622822.post-110604259432934555</id><published>2005-01-18T01:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T02:04:27.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupid o..Cupid ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Di saat-saat winter gini, ternyata si cupid gak ngambil libur. Walaupun spring belum menunjukkan tanda-tanda kedatangannya, bunga-bunga belon bermekaran, daun-daunan belon bertumbuhan, tapi ternyata si cupid tidak menunjukkan keabsenannya :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Dia tetap menembakan panah-panah asmaranya ke hati manusia disekitarnya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Uhummm.. salah satu korbannya ya itu... hihihii seorang cewe manis yg sekarang pasti sedang berbunga-bunga, dan sedang menyanyikan lagu-lagu dari pujaan hatinya.. hihihih....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Terimakasih cupid... kau telah membuat mereka bahagia :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9622822-110604259432934555?l=vandifili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/feeds/110604259432934555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9622822&amp;postID=110604259432934555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110604259432934555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110604259432934555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/2005/01/cupid-ocupid.html' title='Cupid o..Cupid ;)'/><author><name>Vanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641699652009971998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9622822.post-110603485099801333</id><published>2005-01-17T23:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T23:55:57.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intermezzo Dikala Hujan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Langit masih gelap saat kumulai menyalakan Polo mungilku. Hmmmhhpphhh... kutarik nafas panjang. Mataku masih sepet melihat dunia. Badanku rasanya masih pengen nyumput dibawah selimutku yang nyaman, dalam dekapan hangat suamiku. Aaahhh.... ingin rasanya melanjutkan tidur yang masih belum terpuaskan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hujan deras mengguyur bumi, membuat pikiranku liar kesana kemari. Uhmmmm... betapa asiknya jika aku bisa bangun lebih siang, lalu sarapan a la sarapan cuaca dingin di kampung halamanku. Pisang goreng hangat dengan teman susu coklat, atau roti bakar isi meses coklat dan warna warni hmmmhh... nikmatnya... ow..ow... yang ini juga oke.. mie rebus isi kornet telor pedas dengan teman teh manis yang mengepul... aaahhhh... hmmhh.. atau bubur ayam dengan ayam yg banyak dan bertaburan cakwe dan bawang goreng yg generous ditemani dengan teh sosro.... huaaahhhhh.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Aaaahhh.... asiknya kalo itu bisa terlaksana...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Tapi semua orang musti bekerja, demi sesuap nasi, segenggam berlian...hhhhhhh sighhh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9622822-110603485099801333?l=vandifili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/feeds/110603485099801333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9622822&amp;postID=110603485099801333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110603485099801333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110603485099801333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/2005/01/intermezzo-dikala-hujan.html' title='Intermezzo Dikala Hujan'/><author><name>Vanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641699652009971998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9622822.post-110562664349375752</id><published>2005-01-13T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T06:36:24.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Married for Dummies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I got married more than one year ago, frisch verheiratet, they said :D So, I want to share some of my experience to you girls, who want to get married ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Be aware of these following risks. You have to face it after getting married!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1. You will put some kilos on :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm not lying. It's true. You see him, eat your delicious food greedily, you get appetite. It's like a virus, you know, can infect you, really! So.. forget your diet ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2. You have to share bed :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I know..I know.. now you might think, sharing bed is sexy :D It's warm, you cuddle each other and.. of course the next will be foreplay, 'the play' and after play.. ;) But.. believe me, after you fall asleep, you need a freedom, you need that bed for your own. Then you start to fight for the blanket. But... it feels so good, if you can take over most of the surface, heueheueheu :)) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*My husband always complains and says you are small but need 2/3 of the bed...hueheueheue*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;3. Instead of looking at ZARA catalogue, you read IKEA magazine :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;You start to attend TUPPERWARE party, and your topic is, there is a pot discount at WMF. Ooooww.. so scary topics. Anyway, you need a beatiful kitchen too.. so.. face it :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;4. You will involve in another relationship with other woman :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;This woman is your mother in law! Don't worry... she can be your new friend. She is a woman too.. so.. you have to understand this point: Eventhough she may not have her PMS anymore, but she still has those days.. Just relax, and treat her like your own Mom :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;5. You have to be more creative!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yes, creativity is very necessary in the kitchen area. After one year using Indofood spices, your dish will be boring. Do internet research, join food maling list! It will help you to spoil your husband :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;6. No need to go to fitness :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;If you like to clean, brush, and other house cleaning activity, you don't need to go to the gym anymore. Uhumm... I'm lazy though.. it's my Filip's task.. soo.. I still need to go to the gym heueheuehue :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Beeing married is fun... so.. what are you waiting for? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9622822-110562664349375752?l=vandifili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/feeds/110562664349375752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9622822&amp;postID=110562664349375752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110562664349375752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110562664349375752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/2005/01/married-for-dummies.html' title='Married for Dummies'/><author><name>Vanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641699652009971998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9622822.post-110554265023456885</id><published>2005-01-12T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T07:11:58.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meine Liebste </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Zwei sehr gute Menschen, die ich im meinen Leben kenne, sind meine Mutter und mein Mann. Es gibt natürlich viele gute Menschen, aber sie sind die beste. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ich kann hier nicht die Begründung schreiben, weil andere Leute sie nicht brauchen. Es ist genugt im meinen herz zu speichern, im ganzen Herzen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ich vermisse meine Mutter. Meinen Mann sehe ich ja jeden Tag. Aber Mama, wir haben nur ein Mal die Woche telefonieren. Na ja, manchmal muss man eine schwierige Wahl im Leben treffen. Am wichstigsten ist, dass du deine Wahl nicht bedauerst. Glücklicherweise habe ich die richtige Wahl geschossen :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ich habe Glück, die beide zu haben!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9622822-110554265023456885?l=vandifili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/feeds/110554265023456885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9622822&amp;postID=110554265023456885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110554265023456885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110554265023456885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/2005/01/meine-liebste.html' title='Meine Liebste '/><author><name>Vanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641699652009971998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9622822.post-110551843793756825</id><published>2005-01-12T01:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T00:33:44.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mata</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sewaktu kecil, yang kutahu, mata hanyalah berwarna hitam. Beranjak dewasa, barulah kulihat dunia, bahwa ternyata banyak warna2 mata lainnya, ada yang standard biru, coklat muda, sampai yang hijau mengarah abu2. Bahkan baru kusadari, ada warna mata yang lebih hitam dari mataku. Selain warna mata, mata juga terbagi dari mata yg sehat dan mata yg membutuhkan alat bantu agar bisa menjalankan fungsinya dengan lebih baik. Mataku termasuk golongan yg kedua. Sejak umur 12 tahun aku sudah harus menderita dengan kemana2 harus membawa benda asing baik dipuncak hidung ataupun didalam mataku. Demikian ulasan tentang fisik mata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Selain untuk melihat, mata juga punya fungsi lain, yang tak kalah pentingnya. Fungsi inilah yg sebenernya pengen kuulas, tentu saja dr kaca mataku sendiri ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Perasaan seseorg, apakah dia sedang bahagia, sedang sedih, marah, bete, semuanya bisa terlihat dari mata. Mata tak bisa berbohong. Walaupun baru kali pertama berkenalan dg seseeorg, dr mata bisa terlihat bagaimana perasaan si orang pd saat itu. Mata gak bisa menunjukkan kalau si orang miskin atau kaya, tapi mata bisa menunjukkan hal yg lebih penting, apakah org itu sedih atau bahagia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Perasaan cinta, benci, kangen, semuanya bisa terpancarkan oleh mata. Saat sepasang insan yg sedang penjajakan, mereka melihat ke mata pasangannya, dan membathin, 'er liebt mich, oder er liebt mich nicht?' Dan saat pancaran mata itu datang, mereka akan tau, 'Ja... He is the one :) ' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Begitu juga kalau benci sama seseorg... mulut bisa berkata manis, bibir bisa mengulas sebuah senyum.. tapi si mata.. dia tak bisa menipu.. dia akan tetap memancarkan pandangan tajam yg menusuk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mata... cerminan jiwa yang tak bisa berpura-pura...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9622822-110551843793756825?l=vandifili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/feeds/110551843793756825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9622822&amp;postID=110551843793756825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110551843793756825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110551843793756825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/2005/01/mata.html' title='Mata'/><author><name>Vanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641699652009971998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9622822.post-110509996809947620</id><published>2005-01-07T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T04:34:21.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Resolutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. improve my cook and massage skill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Love comes from the food. And it's so lovely to spoil your husband with delicious food and get many compliments :D Hmm.. about massage, I wasn't aware that bule like massage too. Well, that's the reality, I am not a good masseuer, but my massage is good enough for bule standard heueheuehu :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. be kind to my friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You know, I'm not a very nice person. Some of my friends complained that I produce too much noise and need too much help...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;3. go regularly to the gym&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It's a constant battle to stay in shape! Isn't it a ridiculous slogan? Sometimes I regret to be a women, because you have to be slim and beautiful. Why? why? But I don't want to be fat either. So... that slogan may be right. :-P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;4. improve my german (and my english too)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Eventhough my main job is email engineer, but time to time I have to attend meetings and write reports. Meaning: I have to speak a language that everybody here can understand, and that language, unfortunetely, is not my mother tongue, Minang! Grrrrr... sometimes I hate those people, if they look at me, as if I come from another planet, just because I cannot understand their joke :( Well, to learn foreign language is always good and I dont' have to pay any cents for that :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;5. gain my inner poise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Be calm, think first before shout!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. gossip too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talk about people can be dangerous. You point one finger at others, 3 fingers point at you! But.. it's a habit, especially if you are a women *but believe me, men gossip even more than women, they just can hide it better :p* , so very difficult to get rid of it. Hmm.. anyway.. let me try first :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2. come to the office late too often&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's not very nice of me, come at 8, *mean: late* but go home always at 4 o'clock sharp :p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;3. spend my working hours by doing useless things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uhumm.. *shy* but I think I cannot stop email chating with my Filip *he complians about that sometimes, since his motto: 'At the office you work' grrr :p* and the girls heueheueheu :))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;4. sleep while I am driving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It cost us EUR 500 to repair that bumper, cause I hit a car, while I was dreaming for 2 seconds :(( &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;5. sleep more than 8 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We missed half of our weekends, very pity! It was and is still winter though.. so nothing too important and too exciting outside heheheh... And spend your weekend at home with your love one is very cozy ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, the point is: The promise was made to be broken, huehuehueheu :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9622822-110509996809947620?l=vandifili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/feeds/110509996809947620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9622822&amp;postID=110509996809947620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110509996809947620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110509996809947620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/2005/01/new-years-resolutions.html' title='New Year&apos;s Resolutions'/><author><name>Vanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641699652009971998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9622822.post-110493690044777931</id><published>2005-01-05T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T06:55:00.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prihatin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pagi ini saat buka imel ada yg bikin gue kesel banget! :( Salah seorg di suatu anggota milis yg gue ikutin ngirimin imel fwdan, ntahlah sumbernya dari mana tau, kayanya dr milis lainnya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yang bikin gue kesel, imel itu mengandung isu2 SARA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tu orang yg menurut gue norak bgt *gue gak kenal sih ama orgnya*, masih ajah mempersoalkan soal SARA disaat orang2 lagi berduka dgn nasib saudara kita di Aceh sana. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tu orang masih aja mempersoalkan sumbangan ini dtg dr suku nganu, sumbangan ini datang dr ras ngini. Duuuhh.. napa sih yg kaya2 gitu dipersoalkan??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kenapa sih, kalau ada orang yg nyebutin ini sumbangan dr partai ngini, dr ras nganu, masiiihhh.. ajah yg kaya2 gitu dibahas??? Please deeehhh... :((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Emang apa salahnya kalo Sandra Bullock, misalnya bilang dia mau nyumbang sejuta dolar, Michael Schumacher mau nyumbang 8 jt Euro... lah emang napa kalo mrk dr ras yg berbeda?? Apa salah kalo mrk nyumbang buat bangsa loe??? Yah suka2 org dong kalo dia nyebutin ini sumbangan dr partai ngini, dari saya Mr X, dr saya Miss Y. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bukannya senang dan terimakasih dan bekerjasama saling bahu membahu.. masiiiihh.. aja mempersoalkan yg namanya SARA... BENCIIIIIII... :((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sudahlah... jadi makin emosi gue...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;mendingan pulang ajah dee.. udah jam 4!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9622822-110493690044777931?l=vandifili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/feeds/110493690044777931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9622822&amp;postID=110493690044777931' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110493690044777931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110493690044777931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/2005/01/prihatin.html' title='Prihatin!'/><author><name>Vanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641699652009971998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9622822.post-110371583254463905</id><published>2004-12-22T02:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T03:47:01.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>B236 - A2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tututututtututut .... aaaarrrgggghhhh tidaaaaakkkk bunyi yg nyebelin itu berdering lagi, mengusik kehangatan dan ketentraman tidur kami. Filip membuka mata, dan beranjak ke benda yang berisik itu, matiin weker, dan balik lagih memelukku.. hmmhh.. nyamannya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Uuupppsss ini tak bisa dibiarkan lebih lanjut, hatiku membathin. Aku harus menghentikan kehangatan ini dan harus beranjak memulai hari kami... Kutarik suamiku.. ayooo.... ke kamar mandi, siap-siap... kalau gak ntar siapa yg ngescratch kaca mobil?? kataku jahat heheheh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Akhirnya kamipun bangun juga dari mimpi dan tidur yang hangat. Aku langsung mulai manasin mobil, dan suamiku ngebersihin kaca mobil dari es2 yg membeku. Kuss disana dan disini, lalu aku pun mulai nginjak gas. Perjalanan untuk hari ini kembali dimulai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Bunderan Borsigplatz biasanya gue lewatin tanpa macet. Cuman kadang2 ajah suka hrs saingan ama staßenbahn yg bikin bete. B 236 akhirnya sudah di depan mata, selalu gue awali dg melemparkan pandangan mesra pada dua reaktor yg cantik sekali disinarin oleh lampu ijo... aahh.. indahnya. OK.. stop.. skrg harus serius.. celinguk kiri dan kanan, ok free.. injak gas lebih dalam lagih. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;B 236, maksimum kecepatan 120 kmh. Gue pun mulai berusaha memacu Polo mungil yang tua ini utk memenuhin standard kecepatan itu. LKW didepan mata, motong gak ya?? motong gak ya?? bimbang.. ragu.. Gak usahlah, Auffahrt A2 sudah keliatan kok, gak make sense mau motong2 juga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;A2, selalu diawalin dengan Baustelle sepanjang 7 km. Untuk gue yg rabun ini, hal itu sangat tidak menguntungkan. Soalnya mobil2 saling dekat satu sama laen, kecepatan max cuman 60 Kmh, karena itu lampu2 menyorot begitu tajamnya, seperti lampu kamera syuting film, kalau gue bayangkan. Itu bikin mata gue perih, dan lampu2 itu tampah makin berkunang2 sajah keliatannya :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Baustelle 7 km itu pun berakhir..phewww.. agak lega sedikit. Tapi.. didepan mata, keliatan lagih mobil2 yg melaju secepat2nya di jalan tanpa batas itu. Ya, A2 emang gak ada batas kecepatan. Guepun ikutan ngadu kecepatan. Ngambil jalur tengah, karena kanan biasanya selalu penuh dengan LKW, kiri selalu penuh dengan orang2 yg gak sabaran itu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Gue coba sebisa mungkin ngeduluin mobil2 di kanan gue. Aaarrgghh.. apaantuh?? LKW mencoba ngeduluin LKW yg laen.. Arrgghh gue harus banting stir kekiri nih...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Dan si Polo mungil pun dengan terseok2 mencoba sampai ke 140, 150, napasnya pun menderu... uuurrgghh aku tak kuaatt.. mungkin begitu katanya, kalau dia bisa bicara :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Arrrgghh apaan tuh.. lampu jauhpun berpendar2 dibelakang. Gue liatin lagi di spion... aarrgggh.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Damn you Mercedes driver. Mentang2 gue naek Polo, apa gue kagak boleh make jalur kiri?? kutukku dalam hati.. sambil tentu saja.. buru2 nyari tempat di tengah. Takut juga bow, kalo dia nyerempet gue. Siaaaalllllaaannn jeritku! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Akhirnya kembali tanda2 Baustellepun bermunculan lagi. Yup, di A2 ada 2 Baustelle panjang yg selalu menghias hari2ku. Satunya di Dortmund pas aku ninggalin rumah, satunya lagi di Gelsenkirchen, saat aku dah mau nyampe kantor. Kali ini 6 km. Penderitaan mata kembali terjadi. Kerlap kerlip cahaya lampu bikin mataku berkunang2.. aarrgghhh pliiiss.. cepatlah selesaikan kerja kalian wahai Bauarbeiter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Gelsenkirchen ke kanan 500 meter lagih, tunjuk rambu jalan itu. Aaahh.. akupun narik napas lega :) Berakhirlah sebuah perjalanan tegang pagi itu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Kelap kelip lampu2 reaktor sudah keliatan dari jauh. Aku tersenyum, ngebayangin komputer dan kamar kerjaku yang hangat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yuhuu.. e-mail engineer kembali beraksi :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9622822-110371583254463905?l=vandifili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/feeds/110371583254463905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9622822&amp;postID=110371583254463905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110371583254463905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110371583254463905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/2004/12/b236-a2.html' title='B236 - A2'/><author><name>Vanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641699652009971998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9622822.post-110371144012129607</id><published>2004-12-22T01:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T02:30:40.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gadis-gadis disekelilingku</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Helloooww...' suara centil itu menyambut telepon di seberang sana.. 'tjeeee...' suara cempreng disini menyautin... 'hihihihihi....' keduanya lalu ketawa cekikikan... trusnya... blaa..blaaa...blaaa....  Tak terasa 2 jam berlalu sudah... seakan2 keduanya masih berada di negara yg sama, padahal ada dua benua dan dua samudra yg memisahkan kita ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;'Pagi ciwi2 cantiiikk' demikian bunyi subject saat ning nong klencengan komputerku berbunyi... Aku berusaha menahan ketawaku, soalnya kolegaku bisa berpikiran yang tidak2 ngeliat orang yg ketawa2 sendiri :p. E-mail2 ngaco ngalor ngidul itu pun berlanjut diantara tiga ciwi yang serasa kurang kerjaan itu... heheh.. padahal, semua punya kesibukan masing2 :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;'Pa kabar loe???' ucapan ini adalah awal dari ngolor ngidul yg diakhiri jam 2 malam di ruang tamuku, yg dilanjutkan lagi besoknya di acara brunch bersama seafood2 yg mengooda... Hehehe .. tak berhenti2nya dua ciwi itu bercerita.. adaa.. saja subjectnya.. dari kampung halaman sampai ke masalah rumah tangga.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Aku dah hamiil :)' suara bahagia itu bercerita di telpon.. E-mail2nya pun mengalir ttg lucunya rasa perut yg ditendang2.. sampai pada akhirnya e-mail yang berisi foto2 si bayi lelaki lucu itu akhirnya menampakkan diri ke dunia. Aaahhh... jadi pengen ikutan jugaa... hihihi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;'Nyokap dan gue bakal ke Bukittinggi pas loe kawinan' berita yang menggembirakan itu kudengar 2 minggu sebelum acara pernikahanku. Heheheh.. ada juga ntar yang bisa diajak poto dipanggung selain teman2 mama dan papaku :D Dan pas hari H ku, dia dan mamanya memang datang jauh2 dr pulau Jawa sana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;'Ado dikampuang kini?? Kalau gitu awak musti nginap bareng baliak!!!' Lima gadis itu tumplek blek di tempat tidurku, rebutan selimut untuk mengusir hawa dingin Bukittinggi. Kaki tangan main, mulut juga tetap berkicau. Subjek cerita mulai dari daerah rantau masing2 dan tentu saja tak lupa dibumbuin cerita tentang pria2 yg jadi penghias hidup saat itu hahahaha :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;'Kentucky gak selasa ini? Jam 6 ya!' Empat gadis itu ngumpul, sambil ngulitin chicken wings yg lagi didiskon setiap selasa. Kekawatiran hidup dan warna warninya adalah juga warna warni percakapan kami.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i miss you all girls...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9622822-110371144012129607?l=vandifili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/feeds/110371144012129607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9622822&amp;postID=110371144012129607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110371144012129607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110371144012129607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/2004/12/gadis-gadis-disekelilingku.html' title='Gadis-gadis disekelilingku'/><author><name>Vanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641699652009971998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9622822.post-110355028451971087</id><published>2004-12-20T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T00:40:39.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nenek-Kakek</title><content type='html'>Malam minggu kemaren aku dan suamiku dinner bareng keluarga kakaknya. Bintang tamu kita kali ini adalah oma suamiku. Si Oma umurnya bakalan 89 Januari taon depan (sebulan lagi kira2 :D). Oma termasuk orang tua yang cool kata anak muda jaman sekarang, hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;Saat usianya 80, Oma masih aja jalan2 ampe ke Cina, sendirian pula :O . Udah gitu ingatan Oma juga masih jalan dan bagus, demikian juga pendengarannya. Si Oma bahkan tau tempat aku bekerja, maklumlah.. dulu Oma tinggalnya dekat situ. Hehehe yg paling bikin takjub, si Oma juga bisa diajak berdiskusi ttg keadaan energy jaman sekarang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketemu dengan Oma menerbitkan kerinduanku pada Kakekku di kampuang nan jauah dimato. Aku adalah cucu kesayangan Kakek. Ini bukannya geer, tapi emang demikianlah kenyataannya. Saking sayangnya Kakek kepadaku, setiap aku ulang tahun, pasti semua orang yg deket2 Kakekku ditraktir oleh Kakek, untuk ngingetin kalau aku Ultah. Padahal akunya ada di antah berantah ini. So, yg beruntung ya tante2ku, dan tetanggaku heheheh. Tak apalah.. rejeki orang kan beda2. Maret taon depan Kakek juga Insyaallah akan nginjak 88 taon. Ampir setua Oma memang, tapi Kakek sudah agak susah mendengar. Jadinya kalo ngomong ama Kakek musti agak2 stereo. Walaupun suaraku suka dibilang org2 sekitarku sangat stereo, kakek tetep aja susah ngerti apa yang ku bilang, heheheh. Jadi terpaksalah kata2 cinta cuman bisa ditunjukkan dg bahasa2 isyarat :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orang tua lain yg sangat kusayang adalah Oncuku. Oncu artinya ibu yg muda. Dia adalah adik dari Kakekku, harusnya sih aku memanggilnya nenek, tapi semua keluarga (anak2 Kakek) manggil dia Oncu, jadilah kupanggil dia Oncu pula. Oncu sudah meninggal dunia, setaun lalu tepatnya. Oncu juga seorang nenek2 yg sangat menakjubkan. Dia ingat semua hari ulath2 keluarga, dia ingat semua hari perkawinan2, pas waktu itu ku chek ke mamaku, bener adanya, apa yg dia bilang. Kalau ketemu Oncu, dia dan aku sibuklah bercerita. Aku jelas2 tukang cerita, dan si Oncu, sama juga hobi berceritanya hehehe :D Sayangnya pendengaran Oncu juga sudah rada2, jadilah kalo kita bercerita, suara kami akan menggema ke seantaro rumah :)) Dan ini selalu bikin sirik seisi rumah, karena kami kalau cerita sebelon tidur, dan suka lupa kalau orang2 tuh pada pengen tidur, hahahahah. Jadilah aku kena marah orang2 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku memang rada penggemar orang2 tua. Dulu waktu nunggu bus di halte Harburg, aku juga suka disapa sama nenek2 buat diajak ngobrol, hehehehe. Dan aku senang2 saja ngelayaninnya :D Tidak ada alasan yg jelas, kenapa aku suka berbincang2 dengan nenek2. Mungkin karena tampang mereka yg imut kaya bayi? :O Nah loh bingungkan? kok nenek disamain sama bayi? Tapi coba deh perhatikan, mata nenek2 tuh suka ampir sama dengan mata bayi.. tak berdosa.. heheheh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau aku ngeliat kakek nenek bule yg jalan gandengan dg mesranya, aku suka bilang ke suamiku, Sayang, ntar kalo kita tua, kaya gitu gak ya?? Dia menatapku, trus menatap si nenek, trus menatapku lagi, trus dia bilang, jangan sedih ya Sayang, kayanya kamu kalau dah tua gak bisa tumbuh setinggi si nenek itu lagi deh... Trus dia ketawa lalu memelukku erat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh.... aku ingin tua bersamanya ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9622822-110355028451971087?l=vandifili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/feeds/110355028451971087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9622822&amp;postID=110355028451971087' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110355028451971087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110355028451971087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/2004/12/nenek-kakek.html' title='Nenek-Kakek'/><author><name>Vanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641699652009971998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9622822.post-110330085878851802</id><published>2004-12-17T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T08:39:01.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Überstunde</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's already dark outside. But I am still in front of my computer *half bloging, half listening to that guy* and it's Friday! I suppose to be at home since 3 hours ago! Everybody has gone, even the lamps in the hall have been switched off! It's eerie. Huhuhu Why it happens to me?? Aaarrrrghhh :X ! Why I was so curious to participate this workshop? I can imagine me on the my sofa right now, cover myself with that warm purple blanket while reading Bridget and sipping hot tea huhuhuhuhu :(( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Instead of doing all those cozy things, I should listen to that guy, explaining about spreadsheet, connection, parameters, bla..blaa...blaaa.... again: aaarrrrrggghhhh :O:O:O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I feel very tired. I am tired. What I need right now is my home, my Philipp. And fortunetely, after this stress I don't have to drive by myself. Fili is picking me up, Danke Lieb :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I can't wait for the weekend! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*HYSYS I luv you :D * &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9622822-110330085878851802?l=vandifili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/feeds/110330085878851802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9622822&amp;postID=110330085878851802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110330085878851802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110330085878851802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/2004/12/berstunde.html' title='Überstunde'/><author><name>Vanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641699652009971998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9622822.post-110320851310870058</id><published>2004-12-16T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T02:13:06.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Germknödel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Meine favorite Bude im dortmunden Weihnachtsmarkt ist die Germknödelsbude. Die Bude liegt ungefähr genau hinter der Honigbude. Wenn man eine durchsichtige Linie anordnet, steht diese Bude genau gegenüber Reynoldikirche Haltestelle. Jetzt genug mit dem Lageplan. Wir kommen zur Sache :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wie kann ich Germknödel beschreiben? Also, im Profil gesehen, ist Germknödel Fladenformig. Um genau zu sein, sieht Germknödel ähnlich wie Bakpau aus, weiß und auch aus Hefeteig. Aber der Hauptdifferenz zwischen Bakpao und Germknödel ist, dass Bakpao ein herzhaftes Essen ist, Germknödel stattdessen ist etwas süßes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ein klassischer Germknödel wird mit Pflaumenmus gefüllt. Er wird in der Vanila Soße gebadet, und darauf wird mit Mohn geschminkt ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Aber der Germknödel, den ich mag, ist einbisschen anders als der klassische Germknödel. Statt mit Pfalumenmus gefüllt wird, ist Kirsche drinnen. Es macht den Germknödel noch saftiger, weil Pflaumenmus manchmal einbisschen sauer bitter schmeckt, meiner Meinung nach. Mein Germknödel badet immer noch in der Vanila Soße, aber die Garnierung ist anders. Nutella! Das ist der Schlüssel :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Germknödel mit Kirsche drin und badet in der Vanila Soße und darauf ausgiebieges Nutella (weiss nicht was für ein Geschlecht Nutella hat :p ) ist einfach himmlisch! Sogar Fili kann nict meine Aufmerksamkeit klauen, während ich meinen Germknödel genieße hahahahah :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9622822-110320851310870058?l=vandifili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/feeds/110320851310870058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9622822&amp;postID=110320851310870058' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110320851310870058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110320851310870058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/2004/12/germkndel.html' title='Germknödel'/><author><name>Vanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641699652009971998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9622822.post-110311108951669947</id><published>2004-12-15T03:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T06:29:58.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pondok-pondok yg menggoda!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sejak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hampir sebulan ini Dortmund City (:p) selalu penuh dgn org setiap harinya. Gak hari kerja, weekend apalagi. Sebenernya city centernya Dortmund gak jelek sih... Cukup OK dan kalo weekend, spt kata org Jerman, es ist immer was los. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Tapiiii... sejak sebulan ini, penuhnya amit2 kadang2. Mau tau alasannya? Sebagaimana juga kota2 laennya di Jerman, sebelum Natalan, si kota sibuk berhias diri dg lampu2 cantik, dan tenda2 kecil yg kadang2 emang lucu bgt hiasannya. Si tenda2 kecil inilah sumber keramaian. Namanya &lt;strong&gt;Weihnachtsmarkt&lt;/strong&gt;. Mercado de Navidad. Atau Pasar Natal. Di Indonesia adanya Pasar Malam. Nah.. dibayangkan sajah dgn kehebohannya yg sama, cuman dgn suhu yg lebih rendah :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Di Weihnachtsmarkt ini org jualan macam2. Mulai dr makanan ampe peralatan rumah tangga. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ada stand &lt;strong&gt;glühwein&lt;/strong&gt;, ini stand idolanya org2. Disini yg dijual minuman anggur panas, yg katanya sih.. cuman enak diminum kalo cuaca bener2 dingin. Tapi di stand itu juga dijual hot chocolate, dan soft drink2 laennya utk org2 yg gak minum alkohol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ada stand penjual dekorasi natalan, lucu2 juga aksesori2 yg dijual biasanya. Yg gue cukup gemes liatnya.. si Santa lg manjat2 tangga sambil bawa hadiah.. duuhh kasian amat deh.. gendut2 begitu masih kuat aja manjat tangga hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Trus ada lg stand yg jual sabun2an.. hummhh wanginya... trus stand boneka, stand jualan sendal winter.. aahhhh susahlah kalo disebutin satu2...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Pokoknya.. stand2 itu selalu menghambat jalanku sebelon gue menuju ke Karstadt Sport. Namanya juga ke Karstad Sport, tentu sebenrnya niat awalnya mau sport. Tapi... apa yg terjadi??? Mata liat sana, liat ke sini.. mupeeengg aja deh bawaan gue kalo udah nginjakin kaki di daerah sono. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Dan yg paling mencekam dan membuat gue selalu berhenti lama sambil ngendus2.. dan senyum2 sendiri.. yaitu... stand yg jualan &lt;strong&gt;mandeln bakar&lt;/strong&gt;. Aduuuhhh wanginya.. gak nahan deh.. walopun gue gak terlalu suka ama rasanya.. cuman wanginya itu bikin gue selalu berenti dan mikir dan mikir.. beli gak ya..beli gak yaa... Husshh mau ke pitnes gitu looohhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Trusnya disamping penjual mandeln ini biasanya selalu ada penjual &lt;strong&gt;buah siram coklat&lt;/strong&gt; hihihi gue gak tau nama benernya apaan.. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Disitu juga bikin ngiler.. ada pisang yg disiram coklat putih, atau coklat biasa, atau coklat hitam, tinggal pilih.. :D trus ada strobery, yg juga disiram ama coklat2 diatas, trus ada nenas yg juga disiram coklat, trus ada apel, yg kadang disiram coklat, kadang disiram sirop... aduuuhhh betapa beruntungnya engkau para buah2an.. disiram coklat ... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hmmmhh... lanjut bbrp langkah lagih.. gue terpaksa berenti lagi.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Soalnya ada stand &lt;strong&gt;crepes&lt;/strong&gt;... hmmmhh.. bikin ngiler bgt deehh.. Si penjual crepes skrg dah mulai kreatip. Isi crepes saat ini gak cuman standard2 kaya dulu lagih, nutella, nutella pisang, karamel, atau bahkan cuman puderzucker.. Itu mah basiiii... hehehhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Skrg isi crepes bisa macam2, m&amp;amp;m, after eight, kinder schokolade, bahkan ada yg pake isi pina colada huehueheue gimana tuh?? gue ampe terheran2 dan memandang2 sambil ngeces2.. hehehe. Biasanya sih penjual crepes juga ngejual waffel, topingnya juga samalah kaya crepes gitu.. Cuman menurut gue, waffel tuh kurang menarik tampilannya dibanding crepes yg gendut, bulet dan berisi... heueheueheu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Selain waffel dan crepes, ada juga germknödel. Utk yg ini ada cerita khusus.. tunggu yaa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;O iya.. ada juga nih yg bikin ngiler. &lt;strong&gt;Sate keju goreng&lt;/strong&gt;. Dah pernah nyoba? Jd keju gendut2 gitu ditusuk sate trus digoreng. Temen si keju goreng ini macem2, kadang ama jamur, kadang ama daging, kadang2 ada juga yg berani single fighter terjun sendiri ke penggorengan. Trus si keju goreng ini setelah warnanya kecoklatan, disiram deh ama saus2 yg bisa kita pilih dg selera. Ada yg disiram knobi (bawang putih..humm yummy :p), ada yg disiram kräutersoße (herbs sauce), trus ada juga yg pake yoghurt sauce gituh... Pokoknya heboh... nyumnyum... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Tuuuh kaaannn sekarang pada ngertikan, kenapa gue selalu terlambat dtg ke kelas pitnes? Wong gue ngeliatin dulu ada apa di pondok2 menggoda.. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9622822-110311108951669947?l=vandifili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/feeds/110311108951669947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9622822&amp;postID=110311108951669947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110311108951669947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110311108951669947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/2004/12/pondok-pondok-yg-menggoda.html' title='Pondok-pondok yg menggoda!'/><author><name>Vanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641699652009971998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9622822.post-110309839470706003</id><published>2004-12-15T01:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T01:21:32.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ternyata ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Uhm... sebelumnya gue mau buat pengakuan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gue adalah org tergatek yg pernah gue temuin. Setaun lalu, saat seluruh umat manusia udah sibuk dg friendster, gue dg gateknya gak ngerti. Sekarang, saat lagi2 seluruh umat sibuk punya alamat blog, gue cuman melongo? Hey.. blog?? apa pula itu? Sejenis kuman?? deuuhh itu mah bug.. garing loe van! :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmm saking penasarannya... dan saking lg gak ada kerjaannya.. *btw, meet me: E-mail Engineer ;) gue cobalah membuka ini si pembuat blog... Hehehehe ternyata gampang yaks.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hah!!...hahahhaha sekarang gue punya blog juga deh hihihi :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9622822-110309839470706003?l=vandifili.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/feeds/110309839470706003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9622822&amp;postID=110309839470706003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110309839470706003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9622822/posts/default/110309839470706003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vandifili.blogspot.com/2004/12/ternyata.html' title='Ternyata ...'/><author><name>Vanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17641699652009971998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
