<?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-8415217812373236411</id><updated>2012-01-27T17:35:44.342+07:00</updated><category term='NF'/><category term='may'/><category term='gelang'/><category term='nadya'/><category term='deutsch'/><category term='korea'/><category term='trigono'/><category term='Foo'/><category term='sialan'/><category term='kaspersky'/><category term='UI'/><category term='Flutes'/><category term='nodame'/><category term='Dieng'/><category term='info'/><category term='Favorite'/><category term='TA'/><category term='ulangtahun'/><category term='she&apos;s gone'/><category term='photos'/><category term='hope'/><category term='teman'/><category term='Fifi Lapin'/><category term='breaking dawn'/><category term='bye'/><category term='opk'/><category term='UAN'/><category term='seung gi'/><category term='Dufan'/><category term='pertama'/><category term='video'/><category term='mally'/><category term='Komik'/><category term='17'/><category term='ITB'/><category term='News'/><category term='dinike'/><category term='poems'/><category term='new moon'/><category term='Saras'/><category term='gila'/><category term='me'/><category term='Mr.Bush'/><category term='Uns'/><category term='seminar'/><category term='stephanie meyer'/><category term='Awal'/><category term='SD'/><category term='senayan'/><category term='ih'/><category term='cinta'/><category term='hobi'/><category term='blog'/><category term='Nathea'/><category term='award'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='ulangan matematika'/><category term='euforia'/><category term='style'/><category term='bog'/><category term='PR'/><category term='fisika'/><category term='ipul'/><category term='Crops'/><category term='Idola Cilik'/><category term='Ah'/><category term='kampret'/><category term='virus'/><category term='sakit. mama. papa. bukan orangtua'/><category term='Pictures'/><category term='sakit'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='great song'/><category term='film'/><category term='Duta Besar'/><category term='mampus'/><category term='skuter'/><category term='super junior'/><category term='error'/><category term='ugm'/><title type='text'>Parole de mon monde</title><subtitle type='html'>le vrai moi, voici</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>407</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-5402566167990453265</id><published>2012-01-25T11:44:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T11:44:32.559+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tahun ini harus bisa punya flute sendiri dan mulai bisa memainkannya! I promise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-5402566167990453265?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/5402566167990453265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=5402566167990453265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/5402566167990453265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/5402566167990453265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2012/01/tahun-ini-harus-bisa-punya-flute.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-3792158421913714646</id><published>2012-01-24T21:32:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T21:32:31.516+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well said</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;aku tidak bisa menyalahkan sikapmu pada diriku, ketika akhirnya aku sendiri sadar bagaimana sikapku menghadapi kondisi yang serupa dengan kondisi yang kamu hadapi dengan begitu miripnya. Aku maklum, dan kita berdua tidak salah. Yang patut disalahkan adalah kita mungkin memang bukan untuk satu sama lain&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-3792158421913714646?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/3792158421913714646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=3792158421913714646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/3792158421913714646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/3792158421913714646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2012/01/well-said.html' title='Well said'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-7948751373448208255</id><published>2012-01-22T19:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T19:54:14.025+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ayo Indonesia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9i2lXcuUjc/TNFNEzR_JXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/xZym5MeuRg8/s1600/gedung+dpr.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="254" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9i2lXcuUjc/TNFNEzR_JXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/xZym5MeuRg8/s400/gedung+dpr.jpeg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Building of house of representatives Indonesia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Aku, warga negara Republik Indonesia. Tahun ini menginjak tahun ke-19 lamanya aku menjadi bagian Indonesia dalam keluargaku. Selama itu juga, aku belum pernah menginjakkan kaki ke tanah negeri orang lain. Melihat negara lain hanya bisa kulakukan melalui layar monitor komputerku, dengan bantuan kecepatan internetku. Suatu cita-cita bagi diriku agar bisa keluar dari negara ini, melihat keindahan negara lain dengan mata kepala sendiri. Iya, cita-cita sedari kecil. Oleh karena itu, begitu besarnya harapanku menjadi seorang Duta Besar, bisa berkeliling dunia mewakili negara Indonesia, negara yang kucintai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sejak aku masuk ke universitas, lambat laun hal didiriku berubah. Cara berpikirku tak sependek dahulu, kini aku penuh dengan pertimbangan dari berbagai sisi untuk mengambil suatu kesimpulan. Cara berpakaianku, dandananku kini juga sudah berbeda, tidak sepolos dahulu. Bersamaan dengan itu, ada banyak hal yang aku temui dan ketahui. Ketika diriku tahu bahwa tidak semudah itu 1+1=2, ketika diriku tahu bahwa senyuk seseorang menyimpan beribu makna, dan ketika kutahu betapa rusaknya negeriku, negeri yang kucintai ini. Dari berbagai hal yang terlihat dinegeriku, begitu banyak penderitaan dan kemiskinan. Di lain sisi, ada pihak lain yang begitu bahagia dan bergelimpangan harta, dengan tidak sewajarnya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku masih dalam selimut kepolosan dan penuh pemikiran idealis. Yang aku mau adalah si miskin semakin sejahtera dan penjarakan yang melakukan hal licik untuk mendapatkan harta. Tapi praktisinya tidak semudah berbicara. Negeriku kini sudah amat kotor. Aku sendiri-- mungkin orang lain di luar sana yang membaca ini juga berpikiran harus bagaimanakah memperbaiki negeri ini, namun tidak menemukan suatu cara yang dapat benar-benar membetulkan yang terjadi pada negeri ini. Kebusukan telah berakar disetiap bagian negara ini. Hal sekecil apapun yang kulihat kini dapat terlihat sisi busuknya. Tidak ada lagi hal-hal lugu yang pernah kudapatkan saat dahulu kukecil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entah telah berpikir seberapa lama atau sepesimiskah diriku ini, aku berusaha belajar sekeras mungkin.. sekeras mungkin. Selagi aku berada di tempat terbaik dinegaraku, dimana pemikiran idealis bukanlah milikku saja, tapi milik kami semua di sini. Aku belajar dan bertukar pikiran. Yang ada dibenakku adalah aku ingin segera lulus dan mendapatkan pekerjaan, mengumpulan uang yang banyak.. yang banyak.. dan pergi dari negara ini, negara yang sebentar lagi akan hancur ini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kukira pemikiranku ini hanyalah diriku seorang. Namun, ternyata ada begitu banyak mahasiswa-mahasiswi ataupun orang-orang berpendidikan yang berpikiran serupa dan benar-benar persis dengan diriku. Saat itu juga aku berpikir "lalu siapa yang akan tinggal di negeri ini?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;tidak ada.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ya, mungkin yang tertinggal nanti benar-benar hanya orang-orang yang berniat mengeruk harta negeri demi kantongnya sendiri dan meninggalkan sampahnya pada rakyat yang kelaparan. mengindahkan kerusakan alam yang terjadi dan menikmati hasilnya di tanah negeri lain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;menyadari kenyataan itu, pantas negara ini tidak pernah maju. pantas begitu banyak yang pintar di negeri lain, ternyata pemikiranku yang diatas adalah pemikiran umum, begitu banyak fakta di luar sana. Jadi begini toh, Indonesia selalu di peringkat terbelakang. Indonesia menjadi peringkat atas suatu kehancuran. Ya karena apa? karena bibit-bibit yang seharusnya dapat menegakkan negara ini berpikiran pesimis dan bermental lembek. Hanya menyelamatkan diri sendiri dan melupakan negara tempat ia dilahirkan dan dibesarkan, tempat ia mengeruk pendidikan. Ibu pertiwi yang terlupakan..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andaikan anak Indonesia yang pintar merakit pesawat itu kembali tinggal di Indonesia dan tidak begitu saja menyetujui untuk selamanya memberikan kejeniusannya untuk negara itu, mungkin pesawat kita lebih maju. Andaikan ilmuwan asal Indonesia itu membantu para ilmuwan dinegaranya ketimbang negara itu, mungkin ia bisa membantu majunya teknologi dan penemuan yang ada di Indonesia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andaikan semua itu dapat terjadi, dan andaikan pemerintah Indonesia sendiri menghargai keinginan kami, memberikan fasilitas bagi kami untuk tetap tinggal di sini, menjadi bersama-sama memajukan negara.. bukan hanya memajukan perut kalian saja! Sungguh terlalu, apa sih yang salah di sini?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pada akhirnya, yang patut disalahkan adalah keduanya. keinginan tidak mungkin dapat terkabul bila kondisi tidak mendukung. Kondisi itupun tidak mungkin dapat tercipta dengan sendirinya, diperlukan kesungguhan dari pemerintah agar keinginan bersama ini dapat tercipta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aku, kamu, kita, semuanya menginginkan Indonesia yang lebih baik bukan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bapak/ibu pemerintah? Anda pasti juga kan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-7948751373448208255?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/7948751373448208255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=7948751373448208255' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/7948751373448208255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/7948751373448208255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2012/01/ayo-indonesia.html' title='Ayo Indonesia!'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r9i2lXcuUjc/TNFNEzR_JXI/AAAAAAAAAEE/xZym5MeuRg8/s72-c/gedung+dpr.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-8790200561918097008</id><published>2012-01-22T18:57:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T18:57:52.416+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuhan dan pertandanya</title><content type='html'>Setelah selesai menamatkan satu drama korea berjudul Princess Prosecutor, akibat efek drama membuat gue membandingkan tokoh utama drama tersebut dengan diri gue. Perbedaan yang paling mencolok antara kita berdua adalah kekuatan ingatan. Ya, di cerita itu, tokoh utama wanitanya memiliki kekuatan ingatan yang sangat kuat, sampai bisa meniru persis apa yang ia ingat. Sedangkan gue, beberapa menit saja langsung lupa.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, gue pernah mendengar sebuah kisah yang menceritakan tentang seseorang yang meminta kepada tuhannya sebuah rezeki. Nggak begitu ingat detil kisahnya, akan tetapi yang jelas seseorang ini merasa setiap doanya tidak pernah didengarkan oleh tuhannya sehingga dia merasa marah dan kecewa. Lalu datang seorang bijak, yang berkata setelah mendengar cerita dari seseorang yang marah tersebut. Si bijak berkata, "bukan berarti tuhan tidak mendengarkan doamu, tapi kamulah yang tidak melihat dan mengerti apa yang telah diberikan tuhan." Ya, memang seseorang yang marah tersebut meminta suatu hal (tapi gue lupa apa) dan telah diberikan kesempatan oleh tuhan hingga tiga kali, tapi ia mengindahkannya. Yang gue tangkap di sini adalah, janganlah terlalu berharap pada satu hal sehingga melupakan hal yang lain yang diberikan oleh tuhan, padahal satu hal yang engkau harapkan belum berarti lebih baik daripada yang diberikan oleh tuhan. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sama halnya dengan apa yang gue pikirkan hari ini. Begitu bodohnya gue mengharapkan suatu hal, padahal jelas-jelas tuhan sudah memberikan pertanda bahwa hal tersebut bukan untukku, terlihat ketika suatu hal tersebut begitu amat susah dicapai dan ditemukan. Ketika gue begitu fokus terhadap suatu hal ini, hal-hal yang mungkin lebih baik untuk diriku gue lewati begitu saja. Padahal, jelas-jelas hal ini selalu gue temui dengan mudah dan selalu datang menghampiri gue setiap hari.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Betapa bodohnya gue. Entah apa lagi yang telah gue lewati dan tidak tersadari..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-8790200561918097008?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/8790200561918097008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=8790200561918097008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/8790200561918097008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/8790200561918097008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2012/01/tuhan-dan-pertandanya.html' title='Tuhan dan pertandanya'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-500494362811924486</id><published>2012-01-17T22:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T22:10:53.236+07:00</updated><title type='text'>give up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smooched.files.wordpress.com/2011/09/286.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://smooched.files.wordpress.com/2011/09/286.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hari ini aku belajar banyak arti tentang perjuangan dari Ibuku. Tidak usah diceritakan, tapi kalau digambarkan, sikap pantang menyerah dan kerja kerasku-- aku yakin, mengalir deras dalam darahku dari Ibuku. Sayangnya, sikap sabarku yang lebih menjurus ke bodoh aku dapatkan dari Ayahku. Perpaduan yang membuat diriku kadang terlihat berjuang keras sampai titik darah penghabisan, tapi juga bisa duduk lemas layu terpaku mengatakan sedang dalam mode 'sabar', haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau direlasikan ke percintaan (#eeaa). Aku sekarang sudah dalam tahap sabar menunggu. Sudah lelah meraih mengejar terjatuh dan sakit. Juga lelah dikejar ribuan rasa takut dan malu, memendam semuanya sendiri dan kepahitan rasa cemburu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anggap sekarang (bukan anggap, tapi sudah begitu) saya menyerah. Wanna be third party, won't join any of part of thing. Kalau lihat yang tersenyum, merayu, menggoda, muka indah, tutur bahasa sopan, pandai, apapun itu, hati saya beku. Mata saya kosong, isi otak dipenuhi kata lelah dan letih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagi-lagi satu tulisan menyerah ya tentang cinta. Bukti jejak realisasi masa depan sepertinya :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-500494362811924486?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/500494362811924486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=500494362811924486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/500494362811924486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/500494362811924486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2012/01/give-up.html' title='give up'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-7817925121661615788</id><published>2012-01-17T21:37:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T21:37:54.076+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Naifnya Aku</title><content type='html'>Aku dengan kuasaku, dengan kedua mataku, dan terbatasnya diriku&lt;br /&gt;didalam Aku, ada setinggi puncak gunung Manaslu harapan dan mimpi&lt;br /&gt;kepada sebuah negeri dan diri hakiki,&lt;br /&gt;ketika mereka dibuat oleh Aku yang belia, dalam umur yang penuh dengan torehan idealis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang Aku mau hanyalah adanya keindahan dan tidak ada setitik hitam&lt;br /&gt;yang nantinya akan Aku sadari itu hanyalah ilusi, kenaifan seorang Aku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi Aku dengan batas kuasaku, terus berjalan lurus ke depan&lt;br /&gt;melakukan apa yang Aku anggap benar, walaupun itu hanyalah bentukkan&lt;br /&gt;kenaifan seorang Aku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan demi keegoisan Aku, tapi demi kebenaran akan negeri melalui diri.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-7817925121661615788?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/7817925121661615788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=7817925121661615788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/7817925121661615788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/7817925121661615788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2012/01/naifnya-aku.html' title='Naifnya Aku'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-6262829194950392846</id><published>2012-01-05T15:52:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T15:52:42.762+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Even it's too late to say it now, but however&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR 2012 EARTH AND ALL OF CREATURES LIVE ON IT!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Tidak terasa akhirnya semester tigaku sudah di penghujung jalan saja. Terasa begitu cepat dan terasa begitu berat. Terlalu banyak kejadian yang belum diceritakan. Terlalu banyak kenangan dan memori yang rasanya enggan kalau hanya disimpan di pikiran-- karena gue yakin, bakalan terlupakan suatu saat nanti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Harus berapa kali gue katakan. Alhamdulillah banget bisa masuk dan di terima di UI. Walaupun awalnya sedih banget keterima di Akuntansi (bukannya HI) tapi segala kejadian pasti ada hikmahnya. Menurut gue, gue udah mendapatkan hikmah dari kegagalan rencana yang dahulu gue buat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Ada banyak orang-orang yang berarti yang mungkin nggak akan gue temui kalau gue nggak ada disini. Mungkin juga gue nggak bertemu orang hebat lainnya karena nggak keterima di HI UI. Tapi well said, gue terlalu bahagia dan terlena ada di dalam sini. Gue menikmati banget bagaimana waktu gue terkikis untuk belajar, bercengkerama, berkepanitiaan, berorganisasi, dan bersosialisasi. Hidup gue penuh warna dan dengan bangga akhirnya gue bisa bilang: my life isn't flat again, anymore :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Ada temanku yang punya kelebihan bisa membaca masa depan, ada juga yang jago luar biasa dalam caucus memperdebatkan diplomasi. ada yang jago berdebat dalam motion apapun, kerjaannya menang lomba ini itu. Ada juga yang sudah bekerja di staff kepresidenan. Ada yang sibuk dalam tim transisi UI. ada yang bahasa inggrisnya lancar seperti air. Anak duta besar sampai tukang becak ada di sini. Ada yang pintar luar biasa, yang rajin luar biasa juga ada. Yang ganteng cantik pintar dan kaya semuanya ada di sini, plus keunikannya masing-masing. Dalam apapun, gue suka mereka semua, exclude sikap mereka yang kadang bikin sakit hati akibat keegoisan dan ambisi tinggi kita semua, terkadang menutup mata hati.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;You know, anak FE terkenal dengan ambi-nya. Makan temennya. Kelihatannya aja santai di luar, nongkrong di kafe mahal tengah malam. Jangan salah, paginya sudah kuliah dengan rajin dan menjadi the most clever student in the class. Banyak kisah seperti itu, dan salah satu temanku ya begitu. Hura-hura 80 harinya, 10 hari berubah menjadi cupu demi nilai A saat ujian. It's fact about us. Kita bangga tapi, itulah slogan kita: buku, pesta, dan cinta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Setiap hari (dulu mungkin sudah pernah gue ungkapkan) selalu aja ada kejadian yang diluar dugaan. Selalu aja ada kebahagiaan di balik kesedihan. Yah, ketika gue sedih jalan sendirian di koridor selasar atau menuju rumah BOE, ada aja seseorang yang menyapa gue dan akhirnya jalan searah dengan gue. Yah, walaupun sikap gue beberapa waktu terakhir agak mengesalkan karena suatu hal. Resolusi tahun 2012ku, salah satunya, adalah memperbaiki sikap yang satu ini dan memperbaiki apa yang telah diakibatkannya ke teman-temanku. Kata maaf mungkin bukan keluar dari yang salah saja, tapi perlu kata ajaib itu untuk memperbaiki hubungan yang terlalu berharga untuk dibuang karena kesombongan ego. Well said, right? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Semakin ke sini juga, gue semakin tercuci otaknya dengan buku-buku pelajaranku yang nikmat untuk dibaca, penuh isi dan keajaiban didalamnya-- yang sayangnya baru gue dalami saat H-1 ujian. Walaupun sistem kebut semalam, walaupun waktu yang gue punya sedikit, gue beneran amaze sama ekonomi. Lingkup ini tuh ajaib, nggak ada sesuatu didalamnya, sebenarnya dia tuh kalah rendah dibandingkan ilmu eksak lainnya, kalau andaikan dahulu kala tidak tercetus adanya uang. Ya, uang dan ekonomi. Uang dan akuntansi. Akuntansi dan gue, Nadya. I don't like it, honestly. But in proccess to understand it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Banyak yang mau gue ceritakan. Ada begitu banyak hal unil. Semoga lain kali sempat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Happy new year :"D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&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/8415217812373236411-6262829194950392846?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/6262829194950392846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=6262829194950392846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/6262829194950392846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/6262829194950392846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2012/01/even-its-too-late-to-say-it-now-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-5156696307165355125</id><published>2011-12-23T11:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T11:03:22.376+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mendekati minggu-minggu UAS di semester tiga. Seriusan nggak kerasa, bentar lagi gue udah mau tingkat tiga aja. Sepertinya ilmu yang gue pelajarin di kuliah masih kurang cukup untuk jadi bekal nanti buat bekerja. Nggak usah muluk-muluk deh, pelajaran yang dipelajari aja masih kurang ngerti-- bahkan kadang nggak sama sekali, cuma demi ujian aja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam kepenatan kuliah dan kebingungan akan masa depan, gue terus menjalani hari-hari seperti biasanya. Ada banyak perubahan yang gue lakukan, ada banyak jalan baru yang gue tempuh. Gue berusaha merubah diri gue yang dulu menjadi sosok yang baru, yang lebih baik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, dua hari yang lalu gue pindah kamar ke yang lebih besar daripada yang lama. tepat bersebelahan dengan teman baruku yang baik dan pengertian, namanya Tammi. Dari dia, gue banyak mengetahui hal-hal baru dan informasi baru. kita setiap hari berdiskusi mengenai banyak hal dan itu membuat wawasan gue bertambah dan kritis. nggak cuma gosip, kita juga mempertanyakan kenyataan yang terjadi pada kita, negara, kampus, dan lainnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berita menggembirakan lainnya, gue mendapatkan anak kucing anggora bermata matahari-- kuning menyala berbentuk sang surya. bulunya belang tiga dan suaranya halus. bibirnya merah muda dan makannya lahap, minta tambah terus. sudah tiga hari bersama gue di kamar baru ini. walaupun sibuk dengan persiapan UAS yang mengerikan, kasih sayang gue tumpah ke anak kucing ini. Rasanya senang bisa belajar mencintai dan menyayangi :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekian dulu ya laporan singkatnya. Doakan UAS gue lancar jaya dan maksimal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Salam :3&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/8415217812373236411-5156696307165355125?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/5156696307165355125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=5156696307165355125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/5156696307165355125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/5156696307165355125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2011/12/mendekati-minggu-minggu-uas-di-semester.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-3984589883061971779</id><published>2011-12-06T01:27:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T01:33:06.388+07:00</updated><title type='text'>V.L</title><content type='html'>Olla, Tuesday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Report live from my current condition: I'M VOICELESS!&lt;br /&gt;I have a big big tonsilitis on my throat that I can't speak out normally. It feels hurt so much till' I won't to fall asleep because if I woke up, this feeling will getting much worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This condition shouldn't happen if I could controll my way to eat which enter anything on to my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;SO THIS IS IT.&lt;br /&gt;voiceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: my stories being commitee 34th JGTC will be shared soon, I'm sick now. Hardly to stand this up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-3984589883061971779?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/3984589883061971779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=3984589883061971779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/3984589883061971779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/3984589883061971779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2011/12/vl.html' title='V.L'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-3444856283023257013</id><published>2011-11-10T00:29:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T00:29:34.623+07:00</updated><title type='text'>FREAK</title><content type='html'>Gue kadang berharap ada seenggaknya satu orang yang akan (nantinya) setia di sisi gue. Bukan dalam ikatan pernikahan atau keluarga, bukan juga teman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secara pribadi walaupun gue nggak berniat menentang aturan agama, gue nggak mau menikah. Udah gue state beberapa kali di blog ini, setiap tahun. Nggak tahu ada dilemma apa dahulu kala dengan gue, cuma 'mungkin' gue udah muak dan nggak percaya lagi dengan kepercayaan orang-orang yang berwujud palsu (if you knew what I mean).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejujurnya, gue nggak interest dengan hubungan romantisme apapun bentuknya. I'm not kind of people who like it. Still, restate that I'm normal. Bisa dibilang freak kesibukan dan terlalu takut diperhatiin orang. masochist dalam artian mental. really I should go to pschyatrist someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi yang gue berikan ke orang lain adalah kebalikan dari yang gue inginkan. Gue seneng banget merhatiin seseorang, peduli dengan mereka, tapi udah. segitu aja, no further relation. spreading signal 'wanna make a friend with me' to anyone besides me. anyone! gue gila interaksi sosial, dan kadang merasakan disonansi teramat sangat karena udah trade off dengan waktu yang berharga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan sampai sekarang masih 'terlalu peduli' dengan orang yang nggak peduli sama sekali dengan diri gue, mau gue mati kek hidup kek ngapain kek, dia nggak peduli. tapi setiap detik waktu luang berharga yang gue punya, entah kenapa yang gue ketik di bb adalah nama dia. gue yakin ini namanya kutukan. dan gue selalu berusaha ngobatin diri, tapi ya gitu-gitu aja. bolak-balik suka terus benci terus suka lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah tapi semua berubah. hampir semua keadaan diatas entah bagaimana caranya kini berangsung-angsur berubah. Walaupun masih belum bisa tertawa lepas di semester tiga ini, gue mau menyusun puzzle kehidupan yang diberikan Allah dengan santai. menikmati diri gue apa adanya dan mau tahu sampai kapan prinsip yang gue pegang ini bisa runtuh (dan siapa yang berhasil meruntuhkannya)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't like a game, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-3444856283023257013?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/3444856283023257013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=3444856283023257013' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/3444856283023257013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/3444856283023257013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2011/11/freak.html' title='FREAK'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-1550133822082023688</id><published>2011-11-09T23:25:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T23:25:24.945+07:00</updated><title type='text'>DOCDAYS 2011 and 34th JGTC</title><content type='html'>Good night, November :)&lt;br /&gt;It’s been ages since I last write on this blog. Too many things went in and went out, took lots of moments of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasanya senang banget bisa log in di blogger dan punya waktu untuk menulis sobekan kisah kuliah gue, setelah kemarin-- akhirnya! gue selesai menjalankan mid-test di semester tiga yang subhanallah melelahkan dan makin lama makin complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Brainstorming sebentar*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memasuki awal semester kemaren, gue akhirnya memutuskan untuk nggak ambil full sks kuliah dikarenakan kecerobohan gue yang nggak bisa nolak nafsu daftar kepanitiaan. Untungnya, gue memberanikan diri untuk mundur mengikuti tahap seleksi selankutnya dari SEA GAMES, walaupun dengan penyesalan yang amat sangat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun SKS udah didrop, walaupun jadwal kuliah udah jadi kosong.. tetep nggak bisa ya seorang anak FEUI gabut. Gue jadi hormat sama mahasiswa/i yang gabung HMAGA (himpunan mahasiswa gabut) yang di FEUI. Gue, personally, waktu tidur 8 jam aja, udah sangat-sangat berarti. Kalau emang bisa tidur selama itu, di hari biasa, biasanya bakalan bangun dengan perasaan bersalah, stress, dan panik. Dan untuk tiga hari kedepan adalah waktu emas gue untuk tidur sepuas-puasnya tanpa merasa bersalah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. nggak juga sih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minggu depan, gue akan memulai dua acara penting yang gue panitia-in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://documentarydays2011.blogspot.com/"&gt;DOCUMETARY DAYS 2011 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singkatnya adalah acara kompetisi pembuatan film dokumenter dan pemutaran film-film dokumenter.&lt;br /&gt;Dimulai tanggal 14-15th Nov di auditorium FEUI,18th Nov di CCF Salemba, dan malam penganugerahannya 19th Nov di atamerica, Pacific Place Jakarta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aren't we great? benar-benar kerja keras banting tulang muter otak buat ngerjain segala urusan kepanitiaan. tapi semuanya dilakukan dengan hati senang, apalagi kalau lihat senin nanti acaranya bakalan bagus dan sukses. Di acara ini gue jadi vice coordinator Sponsorship. benar-benar pengalaman baru dan luar biasa hebat. Jadi punya banyak relasi dan link, bisa ngehandel marketing perusahaan, dan jadi akrab dengan para PI :")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://iqbal24mei.wordpress.com/2011/10/18/34th-jgtc-the-line-up-artist-update/"&gt;34th JAZZ GOES TO CAMPUS-- Jazz The Way It Is&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nggak usah dijelasin, udah tau apa kan ya? :)&lt;br /&gt;Update terheboh yang bikin gempar adalah betapa memang kerennya panitia acara ini!&lt;br /&gt;You must know it, we CAN bring NOUVELLE VAGUE from France to perform on our stage!&lt;br /&gt;Great? Ya kaaaan. walaupun sangat sibuk sebagai Jazz Communion yang ngurusin roadshow ke Bandung dan Lampung, walaupun dosen koperasi gue, Bu Suyanti marah-marahin gue kenapa ikut acara jazz, gue nggak masalah. It was worth even one second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;--------------&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, tanggal 13 nanti sampai akhir minggu gue akan jadi dual agent. Acara roadshow dan DocDays dimulai berbarengan. Gue harus stay di Bandung karena itu adalah main event divisi gue dan syukurlah di docdays gue hanya orang di balik layar. Tapi nggak pengen ninggalin DocDays setelah ngelihat sinopsis film-film yang akan diputar besok senin. Ini ulasan sinopsis yang akan ditayangkan di Screening In FEUI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;SINOPSIS FILM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCREENING IN DAY 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14th NOVEMBER 2011&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pluralism Within The Culture&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God is Love&lt;/strong&gt; (75”)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;KarenaTuhan adalah cinta, dan memang ada di tiap diri manusia. Menceritakantentang perjalanan cinta pasangan suami istri&amp;nbsp; bernama Ali Aulia danJacky Veimilawaty. Alia beragama Islam, sedangkan Jacky dibesarkan olehayah yang seorang Hindu dan ibu yang seorang Katolik. Denganpembelajaran yang begitu panjang untuk saling memahami, menghormati danmenghargai perbedaan satu sama lain dan tentunya juga meyakinkankeluarga besar serta kayakinan yang begitu kuat akhirnya mereka pundapat menikah dengan tiga tata cara keyakinan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trunyan, Scent of Dead&lt;/strong&gt; (22")&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;KehidupanPulau Trunyan di Bali begitu unik dan memiliki intrik tersendiri.Ketika mayat yang lazimnya dikubur atau dikremasi hanya dibaringkandibawah pohon yang mengeluarkan wangi, pohon , dan asal-usul dibalikkebiasaan ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kala Lereina&lt;/strong&gt; (14") &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;KalaLereina lahir dari kedua orang tua yang berbeda agama. Ayahnya adalahumat Islam yang merupakan sosok yang dominan dan membenci orang Yahudi,sementara Ibunya adalah pemeluk agama Kristen yang mengikuti tradisiorang Yahudi. Kala sendiri beragama Islam seperti ayahnya, tetapi iaterbebani oleh oleh perbedaan latar belakang kedua orang tuanya, antaradominasi sang ayah dan tradisi Yahudi yang kental terhadap ibunya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Selaq&lt;/strong&gt; (7")&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Selaqadalah ilmu hitam dari Lombok, yang dikategorikan sebagai ilmu syirik.Film ini menceritakan mengenai pendapat masyarakat sekitar mengenaimakna sesungguhnya dari Selaq. Menurut Anda sendiri, apa itu Selaq?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poo Tae He&lt;/strong&gt; (10") &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;KelentengCina di Surabaya ini adalah potret nyata bahwa tradisi dan kebudayaantidak akan lekang dimakan waktu. Walau ia adalah klenteng Cina,kelenteng ini rutin mengadakan pementasan wayang setiap minggunya,meski tanpa penonton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alkisah di Ampel&lt;/strong&gt; (15")&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Dinamikakehidupan di Ampel yang terdiri dari berbagai macam etnis dan ras.Perdebatan dan beda pendapatan kerap terjadi, namun proses sosialisasitetap terjalin harmonis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCREENING IN DAY 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15th NOVEMBER 2011&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.U.R.E (Pluralism, Unity, Respect and Empathy)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Indonesia Bukan Negara Islam&lt;/strong&gt; (10") &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Bagidua siswa SMA Kanisius yang beragama Islam, kehidupan di sekolahnormal-normal saja, hampir tidak ada diskriminasi agama di sana dantidak membawa pengaruh yang besar. Tetapi melihat aksiorganisasi-organisasi radikal seperti FPI, mereka pun angkat bicara.Mereka menyatakan ketidaksetujuan mereka terhadap aksi-aksi yang merekalakukan hingga seolah-olah Indonesia menjadi negara Islam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jakarta Kota Gue!!!&lt;/strong&gt; (17")&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;InilahJakarta dari sudut pandang seorang Jakmania. Menurutnya, orang-orangJakarta datang dari suku bangsa yang berbeda dan dalam Liga Indonesiamereka lebih mendukung tim dari suku bangsa mereka. Karena itudibutuhkan sebuah alat pemersatu bagi mereka yang tinggal di Jakartadari berbagai suku bangsa, dan itu adalah Persija.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nyadran Ala Sorowajan&lt;/strong&gt; (22") &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;WargaDesa Sorowajan dikenal rukun antar umat beragama. Setiap bulan, wargaberkumpul untuk berdoa dan diikuti makan bersama. Mereka bisa dijadikancontoh untuk kita sebagai umat beragama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aku ya Aku&lt;/strong&gt; (5")&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;SherlyCancerita, wanita keturunan Tamil yang besar di Medan. Menceritakanbagaimana ia hidup ditengah multikulturalisme Medan dan persepsiterbatas orang-orang di sekitarnya mengenai latar belakang dirinya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oase&lt;/strong&gt; (10")&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Berisikumpulan dokumentasi dari sejumlah tokoh agama seperti Pendeta PaulusHartono (Ketua FPLAG Al Munawar), film ini bercerita&amp;nbsp; mengenaipluralisme agama. Mereka mengungkapkan pendapat mereka tentangpluralisme agama dan kenyataannya pada zaman sekarang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Makan Yuk Makan&lt;/strong&gt; (7")&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Apa yang ada di benak teman-teman Chandra, seorang Cina yang Kristen,ketika Chandra &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; menjamu mereka di meja makan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entah&lt;/strong&gt; (5")&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Sherlin,gadis remaja berayah Buddha-Cina dan beribu Hindu-India. Diminta olehorang tuanya untuk memilih agama mana yang akan ia anut, apa pilihanSherlin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aku Indonesia&lt;/strong&gt; (4") &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;SeorangCina yang bangga dengan identitas ke-Indonesia-annya. Walau seringmengalami diskriminasi atas identitasnya ini, ia tidak malu dan tetapmemproklamirkan diri sebagai seorang Cina yang Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bilal&lt;/strong&gt; (4")&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Adzan adalah panggilan bagi kaum Muslim untuk memulai shalat lima waktu. Dan adzan bisa dilakukan oleh siapa saja, bukan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minority in Minority&lt;/strong&gt; (24")&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Tidakmudah menjadi minoritas dalam minoritas. Sebagai Tionghoa muslim,ketika mereka menonjolkan ke-Tinghoa-an mereka, mereka akan dikucilkanmasyarakat. Di lain pihak, ketika mereka menampilkan keislamannya,mereka akan dikucilkan keluarga. Bagai memakan buah simalakama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sahabat di Perbatasan Pagi&lt;/strong&gt; (14") &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Duakarib yang mengabaikan perbedaan ideologi. Dua karib yang nasionalisdan komunis. Bagaimana kehidupan mereka di masa-masa kelam PKI, danbagaimana ketika akhirnya persoalan ideologi ini tak bisa lagi merekaabaikan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sudah Bukan Cina&lt;/strong&gt; (10")&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;WargaIndonesia keturunan etnis Cina di Jepara mengungkapkan pendapat merekaketika dipanggil “Cina”. Ada yang terhina, ada yang biasa saja, bahkanada yang merasa dirinya memang orang Cina. Diperlihatkan juga pandanganterhadap orang keturunan etnis Cina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kelasku harmoni&lt;/strong&gt; ( 18”)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Keberagamansuku, warna kulit dan agama tak lepas dari keseharian siswa kelas IIHasanuddin SD Karuna Dipa Palu. Dibantu oleh Ibu Sin (Sendow CH.Sumanpaouw), selaku walikelas,bersama mereka saling bahu membahumembangun nilai-nilai harmoni dalam kehidupan mereka setiap harinyamelalui Pendidikan Harmoni. Perbedaan bukanlah soal, karena harmonidiri, harmoni sesama, dan harmoni alam itulah jalan yang mereka pilih.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Nggak sabar nonton DocDays ya? gratisan loh ini. Kalau mau tau cara daftarnya check timeline @DocDays2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nggak mau ketinggalan kesempatan nonton murah Nouvelle Vague dan Glen Fredly dan Idang Rasjidi dan... lain-lainnya? Atau kamu belum tau kalau beli tiket pre-ordernya bakalan dapat kesempatan memenangkan tiket PP JKT-AMSTRDAM dan tiket PP JKT-BALI ??&lt;br /&gt;Kemana aja lo. Cepetan order tiketnya ke gue ya, just mention @inconnukoma. Sebelum ke-ha-bi-san.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios fellas.&lt;br /&gt;Best hug from me.&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/8415217812373236411-1550133822082023688?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/1550133822082023688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=1550133822082023688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/1550133822082023688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/1550133822082023688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2011/11/docdays-2011-and-34th-jgtc.html' title='DOCDAYS 2011 and 34th JGTC'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-3800521175073676849</id><published>2011-10-08T20:19:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T23:32:57.711+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Presale tickets 34th JGTC: Jazz The Way It Is</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just, counting, 56 days left to 'the day'. Yup, 34th JGTC will be held on 4th December at campus ground Faculty of Economic UI. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The line up artis(s), as far from now are:&lt;br /&gt;- Glenn Fredly&lt;br /&gt;- Park Drive&lt;br /&gt;- Barry Likumahuwa Project&lt;br /&gt;- Idang Syndicate&lt;br /&gt;- Kunokini&lt;br /&gt;- Sketsa&lt;br /&gt;- Projecthree&lt;br /&gt;- LLW (Indra Lesmana, Barry Likumahuwa, Sandy Winarta)&lt;br /&gt;- Andre Harihandoyo&lt;br /&gt;- Chaseiro&lt;br /&gt;- Komunitas Jazz Bandung&lt;br /&gt;- BSO Band FEUI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you waiting for? Grab the tickets fast, PRE-SALE for OCTOBER: &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;only IDR 37K.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can contact me via &lt;b&gt;twitter: @inconnukoma&lt;/b&gt; or &lt;b&gt;facebook: Nadya Restu Mayestika&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you live*, the tickets will be on your hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, only this October. November (42K) and December (50K) will have different price, and of course it will be more expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, see you on my campus, people :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-3800521175073676849?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/3800521175073676849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=3800521175073676849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/3800521175073676849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/3800521175073676849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2011/10/presale-tickets-34th-jgtc-jazz-way-it.html' title='Presale tickets 34th JGTC: Jazz The Way It Is'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-7804742686700815308</id><published>2011-10-02T19:21:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T19:21:53.172+07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st</title><content type='html'>It's already October, bahkan sudah 2nd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm miserable with my stuff. Kepanitiaan, organsasi, tugas dari dosen-dosen, memenuhi kepala gue.&lt;br /&gt;Itu semua, benar-benar, membunuh gue perlahan-lahan. Kesibukan dan suara-suara mereka yang memenuhi kepala gue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun begitu, nggak ada tempat-- no space buat something unimportant such as think about someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doakan saja, oktober yang tanpa tanggal merah membuatku tetap kuat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamasah, dari Depok!&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/8415217812373236411-7804742686700815308?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/7804742686700815308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=7804742686700815308' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/7804742686700815308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/7804742686700815308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-already-october-bahkan-sudah-2nd.html' title='1st'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-6254000847925435768</id><published>2011-09-25T23:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T23:35:15.689+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Failed being a poetriest</title><content type='html'>Perjalanan menuju rumahku dari Depok berwujud banyak hal dari setiap langkah yang kulalui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasihat dan doa mama sebelum aku melangkahkan kaki di hari pertama setiap minggu, kadang tidak aku sadari, menjadi penyemangat dan kekuatanku menghadapi kerasnya perjuangan batinku di sana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berusaha sekuat tenaga memutar roda nasib melalui buku-buku berbahasa asing, menahan rasa penyesalan setiap melihat kenyataan tentang kekalahan, letih akibat terkurasnya tenaga dan energi otak, waktu tidurmu yang terkorban demi masa depan, aku tumpuk di satu ruangan di sudut hati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ke enam menjelang tujuh, aku rela membelah lautan besi beroda empat dan dua menggunakan sisa tenagaku, mengambil kembali energi dari sumbernya; masakanmu, senyumanmu, nasihatmu, tawamu, adik-adikku, dan hadiah kecilmu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi kadang, kegetiran dan kepenatan dalam ruangan kecil di sudut hatiku memberontak keluar. Memuncratkan isi pahitnya didepanmu, didepan sumber-sumber energiku. Walaupun aku tahu itu salah, dan itu memang salah, hanya dirumahlah aku dapat sepenuhnya jujur. Walaupun bukan dalam cara yang benar, dan terlalu emosional, labil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi, kalian selalu tidak pernah bosan, tampaknya mengerti mengapa aku meledak. Walaupun lingkaran kesal-senang-kesal-senang diantara kita membuat muak, desiran dan arus cairan merah dalam diri aku, kamu, membuat aku tenang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku. Enggak. Sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ada satu tiang yang bisa aku jadikan tumpuan diantara tiang kokoh yang ada di atas sana.&lt;br /&gt;Ya siapa lagi kalau bukan kalian, keluargaku tercinta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maaf ya marah-marah terus kalau lagi stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Deeply inside me, I truly love you all. xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-6254000847925435768?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/6254000847925435768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=6254000847925435768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/6254000847925435768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/6254000847925435768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2011/09/failed-being-poetriest.html' title='Failed being a poetriest'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-8854316166753268284</id><published>2011-09-18T10:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T10:15:15.285+07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st week 3rd term</title><content type='html'>Hi people around the world!&lt;br /&gt;Today is the second week of third semester. Sorry for lack of post recently because started from last monday, I prepared for orientate-fresh graduated of Seni Gerak Budaya (SGB) and Badan Otonom Economica (BOE) stand. For SGB, I must trained my self every evening for dance bidjeh dance from Aceh with three others friends and six other whom dance Bajidor and Bali dance. It was tiring and waste much of my energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yesterday after we performed front of all fresh-graduate 2011 FEUI, it was spectaculer! we did not feel tired anymore. and after that in the noon we stood up in front our stand and promote SGB.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Before that, in the morning, I act as external affair from BOE and shouted out our name: BOE! to all people who wear yellow jackets (red: the fresh graduated people) for come and see our room to know more abot "What is BOE'. It was so much fun! and tiring, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still, in the evening I met up with my cooperation group to discuss about our tasks and presentation, not forget to do my priority after so much activity, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all my summary for this week. Bismillah for the next week, hope I can manage my money more efficiently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-8854316166753268284?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/8854316166753268284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=8854316166753268284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/8854316166753268284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/8854316166753268284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2011/09/1st-week-3rd-term.html' title='1st week 3rd term'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-2823890595650753037</id><published>2011-09-18T09:57:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T09:57:11.375+07:00</updated><title type='text'>End.</title><content type='html'>Mengenalmu membuat aku tersadar akan beberapa hal.&lt;br /&gt;Kesedihan yang selalu aku bawa saat melewati tempatmu, bis kuningku yang berbelok ke arah fakultasmu, dan ketidaktahuanmu yang perlahan-lahan menyiksaku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengenalmu membuat aku tersadar akan beberapa hal.&lt;br /&gt;Perjuangan keras yang terpatri di setiap heningmu, langkah gontaimu di setiap malam sunyi, dan bunyi gesekan buku dan kertas diktat kuliahmu membuat aku kuat bertahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengenalmu membuat aku tersadar akan beberapa hal.&lt;br /&gt;Keikhlasan bukanlah hal yang mudah didapatkan, apalagi dilakukan. Dirimu yang bukan milikku kapan saja bisa menjadi milik seseorang. Aku yang hanya menunggu di belakang, pasrah melihatmu berjalan tegap menyongsong masa depan cerah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengenalmu membuat aku tersadar akan beberapa hal.&lt;br /&gt;Bahwa, aku bukanlah yang terbaik untuk dirimu yang terindah akhlaknya, budi pekertinya. Bahwa aku ikhlas melupakanmu, melewatimu dalam hening, tanpa menengok bagaimana kabarmu kini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengenalmu membuat aku tersadar akan beberapa hal.&lt;br /&gt;diriku tidak pantas untukmu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terima kasih banyak kak, aku belajar banyak hal selama ini.&lt;br /&gt;Salam kasihku, untukmu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seseorang yang mahsyur namanya, dan kepribadiannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Doaku menyertaimu.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-2823890595650753037?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/2823890595650753037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=2823890595650753037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/2823890595650753037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/2823890595650753037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2011/09/end.html' title='End.'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-3994690435970244570</id><published>2011-08-11T06:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T06:42:01.897+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>The hopeless pray</title><content type='html'>One year left, my time getting shorter and I, up even now, did not do anything big to make our distance disappear. I were busy with my stuff and forgetting all my aim goal, like him. What should I do, God?&lt;br /&gt;In this one year, even I'm happy that now he smiled me and say Hi to me when we met, it still makes me hurt. We even can not start the conversation when we suddenly in one place-like those days.&lt;br /&gt;I realized that I have wasted my time to suck a junk activities. Now, hundreds girls will stared you talking as leader in next couple days, wearing yellow jackets, speaking touchy speech with your cool style.&lt;br /&gt;God, what should I do? can you just make him feel the same way like I have? Can you? :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if you think "what is this girl thinking about? didn't she just post about forgetting the boy?". Yes, I did. and yes, I have did this things many times but like the quotes said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Love is hard to get, but harder to let go.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Oftentimes we say goodbye to the person we love without wanting to. Though that doesn’t mean that we've stopped loving them or we've stopped to care. Sometimes goodbye is a painful way to say I love you.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;How can I forget you when your always on my mind? How can I not want you when your all I want inside? How can I let you go when I can't see us apart? How can I not love you when you control my heart?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The worst thing is holding on to someone who doesn't want to be held on to. Why am I afraid to lose you when you're not even mine...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need someone to cure my pain :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-3994690435970244570?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/3994690435970244570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=3994690435970244570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/3994690435970244570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/3994690435970244570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2011/08/hopeless-pray.html' title='The hopeless pray'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-2298774108308343010</id><published>2011-08-11T06:22:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T06:22:38.074+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>What's my concern now</title><content type='html'>I have held many events in just one year of my freshmen attended. For next semester, I will fully concern with my project with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;34th Jazz Goes To Campus as Jazz Communion&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Documentary Days 2011 as Sponsorship&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Badan Otonom Economica as External Affairs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SEA Games volunteer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Now you know that I am not kind of geeky university student that just focus to make the IP larger and larger. I am even facing the diminishing of return in my IPK :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just now try to manage my time more scheduled and pushing my self more harder to complete all of those project nicely. Bismillah, third semester will hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: I got scholarship too~ how lucky I am ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-2298774108308343010?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/2298774108308343010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=2298774108308343010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/2298774108308343010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/2298774108308343010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2011/08/whats-my-concern-now.html' title='What&apos;s my concern now'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-5976355585454493240</id><published>2011-08-11T05:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T05:59:26.726+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Helping fund raising</title><content type='html'>Unexpected things rarely happened in my life. Like this one.&lt;br /&gt;Couple days ago I got text from my friend that we (me and my friends which attended audition for quiz in one of television-- just read &lt;a href="http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2011/07/when-your-nationalism-being-asked.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PASSED THE AUDITION!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;wohooo~&lt;br /&gt;We really hopeless and did not think about pass the quiz's audition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday, we got aired live from studio one somewhere-television with many peoples wore weird clothes and make up. We even styled our face with weird make up (love lipstick and wing eyeliner) and wore beach dress, sun glasses, and summer cap in those studio. For boys, they wore floral-shirt and using sun glasses like us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crew in those studios before we got aired live, played some music to made ice-breaker on us. We even danced like a crazy people in the floor! That was the awesome moment for Coconut (us, our group name). We danced, jived, whooped, yelled, and sort of those things in fifteen minutes with all of other groups :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After those crazy moments, we back sat again and got instruction from crew. The presenter, Indra Bekti and Indi Barents (you now knew what's the quiz name, right?) after that showed and joked around with us. They were silly and not different from television, handsome and pretty :)&amp;nbsp;They such a cute crazy couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the quiz began, we really showed what's the best from us-- whooped and screamed haha. but unfortunately, until the end of trader game, there's no one of us picked by Indra for trading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sorry for all of Documentary Days crew for our fails. &lt;strong&gt;BUT WE WILL NEVER GIVE UP!&lt;/strong&gt; the second line of team will attended the audition in couple days. So Indonesia, wait for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: my family (mom and dad) were uproar when saw my face in television. my aunt in Jayapura also watched those quiz and saw my face. Many of my friends mentioned me in twitter and bbm us because we appeared in television. My feeling? SHAME! what-a-weird-face I have for those times!! Our love-shaped lipstick! My parents laughed for that. My chubby face and fat body! Wtf! I now officially in serious mode for DIET! No longer to holding this pain anymore :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAT FAT FAT PLEASE DISAPPEAR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-5976355585454493240?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/5976355585454493240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=5976355585454493240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/5976355585454493240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/5976355585454493240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2011/08/helping-fund-raising.html' title='Helping fund raising'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-1511573156533288370</id><published>2011-08-06T16:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T16:14:03.860+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Captured dreams</title><content type='html'>Saya hanyalah wanita kecil dari keluarga kecil. Asa dan tekad yang kuat menjalani berbagai macam jenis hidup merupakan favorit saya. Mimpi saya sedari kecil adalah mencoba dan mencoba berbagai macam hal baru, dimulai dari negeri saya sendiri yang tercinta-- Indonesia dan seluruh negeri di dunia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hal ini bukan sekedar hal biasa. Karena dari hari ke hari, saya berusaha mencari dimana letak titik &lt;em&gt;passion&lt;/em&gt; hidup saya, dan yang saya temukan adalah hal ini: mencoba berbagai hal baru. Di saat itulah saya bisa menggali motivasi baru saya, meraih semangat saya untuk melakukan suatu hal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi, apa daya. Keluarga saya mempunyai keterbatasan dan mimpi saya yang luas harus dibatasi oleh keterbatasan yang saya miliki. Tapi saya tidak menyerah, karena saya tahu ini hanyalah masalah waktu. Pasti kelak ada kalanya saya bisa meraih semua impian yang saya impikan. Semua hal yang selalu muncul dalam mimpi saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seruling besi, tarian daerah, tawa canda orang-orang yang tidak dikenal, bahasa yang tidak saya kenal, salju, gunung, laut, keindahan dunia. Kapan ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ClVRNXwRq4/TOTNARLPf4I/AAAAAAAAAD0/obrBoyA53s8/s1600/medan_lake_toba_indonesia_travel_tour_holiday_package.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ClVRNXwRq4/TOTNARLPf4I/AAAAAAAAAD0/obrBoyA53s8/s400/medan_lake_toba_indonesia_travel_tour_holiday_package.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-1511573156533288370?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/1511573156533288370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=1511573156533288370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/1511573156533288370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/1511573156533288370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2011/08/captured-dreams.html' title='Captured dreams'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ClVRNXwRq4/TOTNARLPf4I/AAAAAAAAAD0/obrBoyA53s8/s72-c/medan_lake_toba_indonesia_travel_tour_holiday_package.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-7139062419372573246</id><published>2011-08-01T21:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T21:21:44.720+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Well,</title><content type='html'>Hari itu adalah puncak kebahagiaanku, hari yang ada di akhir bulan Juli.&lt;br /&gt;Setelah bergumul dengan ratusan latihan soal mempersiapkan hari UAS yang lelah. Bagaikan sebuah hadiah dari Yang-di-Atas, hari itu ditutup dengan senyuman dari seseorang yang nggak pernah gue bayang buat nyapa duluan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasanya, hari-hari gue menunggu dan berusaha memperpendek jarak dibayar sudah. Rasanya bagaikan mimpi. Perjuangan gue menghasilkan sesuatu yang manis. Akhirnya, ada satu hal yang bisa gue kenang, gue banggakan, disaat gue sudah memutuskan bulat-bulat untuk menyerah mengejar dan bermimpi. Menyerah untuk memaksakan diri membuat seseorang yang nggak kenal diri gue sebagai pusat dari segala aktifitas gue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cukup, dan terima kasih atas senyumannya :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-7139062419372573246?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/7139062419372573246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=7139062419372573246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/7139062419372573246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/7139062419372573246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2011/08/well.html' title='Well,'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-4454654167350195841</id><published>2011-07-15T11:01:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T11:01:46.230+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ester bangun-bangun langsung ngomongin bintang Korea pujaan hatinya, Kim Hyun Joong yang katanya ganteng. Pembicaraan ngalor-ngidul kita dari si artis korea berlanjut ke pembicaraan pernikahan dan bagaimana tua nanti mau menghabiskan waktu. Karena kita sama-sama penyuka musik klasik, kita berencana mau tinggal di winna mengunjungi setiap konser dan orkestra yang ada di negara itu, mengunjungi makam para legenda, Beethoven, Chopin, tinggal dengan cucu-cucu yang mau bermain harpa dan flute, dibuatkan teh oleh suami yang tampan seperti bintang film walaupun sudah tua. Haha pembicaraan kami memang layaknya wanita seperti biasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi rencana bagi gue hanyalah tajuk wacana. Sebagai orang yang menjalani setiap keputusan dari apa yang dia sedang hadapi, gue suka susah menjalani rencana yang telah gue rencanakan. Lagipula, gue nggak suka ikatan dan status yang mengikata. Gue adalah tipe wanita pekerja yang tidak berurusan dengan masalah dapur dan rumah tangga. Kalaupun iya, orang yang akan gue rela untuk mengikat pastilah orang yang sangat special diantara semua orang yang special disekeliling gue saat ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beneran deh, gue penasaran, dengan pemikiran yang terus begini, dengan jalan hidup gue yang begini, dengan keadaan yang begini, gue jadi apa di masa depan nanti. Bisa nggak ya gue merealisasikan mimpi indah di masa tua yang gue bicarain dengan ester diperjalanan kecil dengan BOE ini? Apa gue jadinya tinggal di pegunungan alpen saat tua memerah sapi dan menikmati keindahan alam bersama cucu dan suami? Haha amiiin ya Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perjalanan sekarang sudah berada di Cikopo. Sedikit lagi sampaiii ‎​\(´▽`)/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-4454654167350195841?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/4454654167350195841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=4454654167350195841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/4454654167350195841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/4454654167350195841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2011/07/ester-bangun-bangun-langsung-ngomongin.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-1019437435175992187</id><published>2011-07-15T10:05:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T10:05:36.583+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perjalananku bersama BOE</title><content type='html'>Tulisan ini gue buat dalam perjalanan panjang menuju villa borneo, puncak bersama keluarga besar economica dari depok. Dalam kesunyian menyongsong setiap deru bis kota yang kami naiki, disamping ester yang sedang tertidur lelap karena kantuk tak tahan dalam kendaraan, gue terbawa suasana, mengenang kejadian pagi tadi dikosankku, dua jam yang lalu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dua jam yang lalu, tepat pukul 7 pagi, keluarga kosan Pinky merayakan surprise party yang sudah menjadi tradisi setiap keluarga pinky ulang tahun. Hari ini adalah ulang tahun teman kami, sahabat kami, dan suhu kami, Altius :). Jujur, kemarin gue lupa sama sekali kalau dia hari ini ulang tahun, dan jujur dari kemarin gue sama dia dalam kondisi pertemanan yang tidak baik. Gue yang tiba-tiba kesel sama dia bikin segalanya berantakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari awal, gue emang nggak baik dalam menjalani hubungan pertemanan yang terlalu dekat. Contohnya Altius, dan Wirda. Seiring berjalannya waktu, perlahan demi perlahan gue sendiri yang merenggangkan hubungan pertemanan kami. Gue nggak ngerti kenapa gue begini. Dulu juga, gue memberi jarak pada teman-teman OPK gue yang baik hati. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di dalam hati, gue sayang mereka semua, dan peduli dengan mereka. Gue sayang semua orang yang gue kenal, tapi gue nggak bisa ngejaga mereka nyaman disamping gue. Gue bahkan nggak pernah memeluk mereka (kecuali yang terdekat). Sentuhan, menurut gue, jarang banget bisa gue lakukan. Orang tua gue, jarang banget nyentuh gue, meluk gue, bahkan adik-adik gue sendiri aja jarang hha. Tapi pengen deh peluk teman-teman, mana tau hubungan yang tadinya gue renggangin bisa kembali lagi kayak awal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semakin ke sini, gue beneran butuh teman yang peduli sama gue, bukan hanya dalam hal pelajaran aja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balik lagi ke perjalanan dalam BOE, gue sekarang masih di daerah depok. Kayaknya bakalan macet, walaupun ini masih hari Jumat. Ngomong-ngomong, gue sempet-sempetnya aja pergi jalan-jalan meninggalkan setumpuk tugas kuliah dan kepanitiaan di meja kosan dalam tiga hari Щ(ºДºщ) semoga Allah menyertaiku sajalah. Sekarang, gue mau menjalaninya seperti air, tenang namun pasti. Setiap hal pasti ada jalannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, ester udah bangun dari tidurnya. Mari balik ke dunia nyata dulu. Laporan perjalanan bersama BOE akan terus berlanjut seiring hariku dan hatiku yang sedang gundah gulana. Caoo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-1019437435175992187?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/1019437435175992187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=1019437435175992187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/1019437435175992187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/1019437435175992187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2011/07/perjalananku-bersama-boe.html' title='Perjalananku bersama BOE'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-2503223246914427834</id><published>2011-07-10T10:08:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T10:14:23.678+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Di dunia ini semuanya diciptakan berpasangan. Bahkan suatu kejadian diciptakan seperti ini. Contohnya, baik dan buruk, juga lahir dan mati. Ya, lahir dan mati. Kita hidup dilahirkan ke dunia ini oleh seorang wanita mulia, dinafkahi oleh seorang lelaki gagah perkasa yang rela mengorbankan dirinya demi keluarga. Dalam proses hidup, kita menghadapi banyak kejadian, kesusahan, kesenangan, kebathilan, kenaifan, keserakahan, keegoisan, dosa hidup silih berganti dilakukan, tangis pilu berharap permohonan maaf Yang Maha Kuasa diturutkan. Silih berganti, kita semua melakukan hal tersebut. Seakan lupa sama sekali, bahwa ajal selalu setia menunggu di sisi setiap manusia. Tinggal meminta persetujuan waktu, kapan itu dapat terjadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banyak kejadian yang tidak tertuliskan di blog ini. Waktu yang padat, badan yang letih akibat menumpuknya tugas dan segudang aktivitas menjadi alasan dibalik ini semua. Menyesal sih kenapa nggak bisa menuliskan sedikit put kedalam blog ini, tapi apa daya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada beberapa kejadian yang nggak boleh gue lupa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa hari setelah acara Boeconomi Temu Alumni, bapak para economica meninggal dunia terkena serangan jantung pada hari Jumat seminggu setelah acara, pada saat waktu shalat Jum'at di ruangan Badan Otonom Economica. Kami semua menangis, kami semua menyesal, kami semua berteriak menanyakan kenapa begitu cepat. Para alumni bahkan meminta diadakan kembali acara temu, meminta maaf tidak bisa hadir waktu itu, menyesali kenapa mereka tidak hadir, menyesali, menyesali, dan menyesali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang gue ingat, senyum mas Karno itu begitu indah. Nggak boong. Matanya ketika dia tersenyum, ikut memancarkan sinar. Bukan kesan lagi, tapi tiap dia tersenyum, setiap orang yang melihat akan membalas senyumnya dengan senyum yang sama, senyum yang tulus dari hati. Ya, sama seperti senyum seorang bapak. Gue, mahasiswa baru, baru bergabung dengan organisasi tersebut, bahkan belum sempat minum teh buatan mas karno yang terkenal enak tiada duanya. Bahkan janji kami untuk pulang bersama setelah temu alumni selesai tidak terpenuhi karena mas karno ninggalin gue begitu aja tanpa bilang :(. Andaikan gue punya kenangan yang bisa dikenang dengan orang hebat satu ini. Orang yang berkontribusi terhadap sesuatu dengan seluruh kemampuannya, tindakan yang tidak-setengah-setengah yang sesungguhnya. Orang yang mulia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari jumat kemarin, gue tiba-tiba disampaikan berita bahwa guru les bahasa indonesia gue, Bu Diana Leroy meninggal dunia, dipanggil Yang Maha Kuasa begitu cepat karena penyakitnya yang telah diderita. Ya, bahkan gue pernah melihat dia mengeluh karena sakitnya. Seorang guru yang tidak begitu gue kenal, namun dia rela memberikan ilmunya, memberikan kasih sayangnya agar kami dapat mengerjakan soal bahasa indonesia dengan baik dan benar, terngiang cara dia berbicara di depan kelas, meminta kami untuk mengulang kata 10 kata depan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;di, ke, dari, pada, kepada, dalam, dengan, untuk, bagi, terhadap!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kami semua, waktu itu menghafal dengan bermalas-malasan, masa bodoh dengan segala hal aneh yang diajarkan ibu Diana :'(. Maaf ya Ibu, maafkan segala kesalahan kami. Maaf ya Ibu, kami jarang datang kembali ke sana setelah lulus dan mendapatkan PTN yang kami mau, maaf ya Ibu, maafkan kami..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manusia itu dirinya dipenuhi kegoisan yang membuat dirinya tidaklah mulia daripada seekor binatang. Tapi seorang manusia, memiliki empati dan simpati yang membuat ia terlihat indah. Apa yang salah dari kami, apa yang benar dari kami, kenapa kami selalu melakukan hal yang sama tanpa kami bosani, sesali? Kenapa kami menjanjikan hal yang tidak bisa kami tepati, melakukan hal yang tidak bisa kami penuhi? kenapa kami penuh dengan dosa, Tuhan? Kenapa? Kenapa??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-2503223246914427834?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/2503223246914427834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=2503223246914427834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/2503223246914427834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/2503223246914427834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2011/07/di-dunia-ini-semuanya-diciptakan.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-7765539753605168645</id><published>2011-07-10T09:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T09:42:32.358+07:00</updated><title type='text'>when your nationalism being asked</title><content type='html'>It happened yesterday, when I went with my college friends to audition for kind of quiz program in one of most station television in Indonesia. We did not know, and did not wish to see those way of audition. The audition consist of ten teams in one room which every team consists of five peoples whom dress weird to attracted funny, joy, and cheerful. Every team shows its jingle in front of all the teams and judges. And we shocked about the questions after first team finished their jingled. He asked someone of them to &lt;b style="background-color: yellow; color: black;"&gt;sing our national anthem: Garuda Pancasila in awkward moves and changed all its vocal words to 'E'&lt;/b&gt;. That time, I really shocked and fortunately, all of my friends think the same way. We in silent keep the anger, and said in our heart, 'why you even use your national song as the teaser for audition, for toys to see our silliness?!. I even asked my friend besides me what if I stand up suddenly, interrupts their audition, and get mad to those judges. but my rationality said it was wrong and my friend said so. In silent, in our seats, we mad, we angry, to see those event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team by team went front and showed their jingled, and finally times for our team showed ours came. We did it great, our jingle, I think, was the best than the others. And then the question(s) after jingle come out. One of them ask someone of us to showed the jingle individually. He did it good, we even cheered up him from the back. The second question was same, judge asked someone of us to come and perform alone our jingle. And the last question came to me. I came with confident, a little bit action and it will done. But the question was the forbidden words I want to hear from him. Yup, he want me to sing Garuda Pancasila in 'funny' way by changing its vocal words to 'E'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that time, without thinking too much and ask permission from my team, I denied him. Really. He was shocked, and I was smile. I explained briefly why I did not want and ask if he can change the songs, ask to not use national songs, said that it really shame for me to sing that way to my country national song for that occasional (which was to having fun, he said). I said that it was same for me as I got naked in front of all of this people. And fortunately all of my friends agreed and we, together, denied judge's request and be strong of the worst case decision: will not be able to pass this audition. Until the last of audition, I still did not change my tenet and the judge still want me to sing Garuda Pancasila. Haha. Come on, what's your purpose for did this to us. It was really not funny at all, and you still can see someone's capability being a clown without blotted your own national song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I really disappointed. I did not expect this situation. My soul said it was wrong, and I really do love this country. I just secretly proud of my little action that I did yesterday. I just did something nice for my country, build the nationality hefty. I do love Indonesia, I do. I live and studying in the only one university which can use Indonesia for its name. We proud of our decision! Hidup Mahasiswa! :) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-7765539753605168645?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/7765539753605168645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=7765539753605168645' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/7765539753605168645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/7765539753605168645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2011/07/when-your-nationalism-being-asked.html' title='when your nationalism being asked'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-215821608438469962</id><published>2011-06-12T08:55:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T22:41:22.950+07:00</updated><title type='text'>33th Temu Alumni Badan Otonom Economica</title><content type='html'>Sebagai anggota aktif Badan Otonom Economica tahun 2010 biro External Affair, gue beberapa bulan yang lalu dinobatkan menjadi panitia acara Temu Alumni BOE yang diselenggarakan demi merayakan HUT BOE yang ke 33 tahun. Dalam beberapa bulan terakhir gue disibukkan dengan persiapan acara yang lovely ini juga ditambah dengan beberapa kepanitiaan lain yang gue pegang dalam waktu bersamaan. Nggak heran nilai gue bisa turun banyak layaknya terjun dari Niagara, tapi life must go on. Sampailah gue di hari ini, di hari-H-nya tergelar acara utama biro bagian gue, External Affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TGYnSWj0W40/TfjSK2uxQcI/AAAAAAAAAlA/iOsMCWZ6Wjo/s1600/253610_1967826567127_1586847456_1937788_3421846_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TGYnSWj0W40/TfjSK2uxQcI/AAAAAAAAAlA/iOsMCWZ6Wjo/s400/253610_1967826567127_1586847456_1937788_3421846_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di hari H, gue jadi penerima undangan dan melayani mereka sebelum masuk ruangan. Di sini gue ketemu mereka satu per satu, mendapatkan kartu nama mereka satu persatu, berkenalan dengan mereka satu per satu.. Dan itu adalah pengalaman yang menabjukkan. Orang-orang hebat di fakultas gue adalah alumni dari organisasi yang gue ikuti sekarang! dan direktur perusahaan terkemuka juga alumni dari organisasi ini. Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selagi gue menerima mereka satu per satu, acara di dalam ruangan diiringin lagu keroncong dan lagu jaman dahulu barat, di sisi bagian kiri dinding ditempeli foto-foto sampai 20 tahun yang lalu, di mana mereka semua masih menjabat sebagai anggota aktif. makan bersama, bernyanyi bersama, foto bersama, dan bercanda gurau bersama. Suasana yang tentram, gue suka banget. Acara yang dimulai pukul sepuluh pagi ini akhirnya selesai pukul empat siang. Panitia membagikan makanan sisa kepada orang-orang sekitar tempat kegiatan dan sebagian diberikan kepada anggota mahawaditra yang sudah kami repotkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Espydk7kRXY/TfjSB5TztmI/AAAAAAAAAk8/-0d-veq5Sww/s1600/260532_1967813246794_1586847456_1937755_6045006_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Espydk7kRXY/TfjSB5TztmI/AAAAAAAAAk8/-0d-veq5Sww/s400/260532_1967813246794_1586847456_1937755_6045006_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dua tahun lagi, BOE akan menggelar temu alumni yang ke-35. Semoga acara ini kedepannya bisa selalu sukses seperti temu alumni kali ini, dan dapat memenuhi tujuan utamanya, yaitu mengakrabkan seluruh anggota BOE dan alumni BOE sehingga terjadi kesinambungan hubungan yang tidak terputus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Karena sekedar kata-kata bukanlah budaya kami" - BOE :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes: &lt;i&gt;Dan dari sinilah gue tahu kenapa BOE dibilang hebat. Alumni yang datang, masya Allah, semuanya orang sukses. Kritikus yang muncul pada zamannya itu sekarang hidup dalam kelimpahan harta. Kami, panitia acara, menatap kagum. Iri dan bangga jadi satu. Seenggaknya itu yang muncul dari dalam diri gue. Gue bertekad dalam hati, merekam segala hal yang terjadi hari ini sebagai motivasi hidup kedepannya. Baru kali ini gue ketemu orang sesukses mereka semua. Berjabat tangan dengan mereka merupakan suatu sentuhan motivasi yang besar bagi gue khususnya, dan bagi kami.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-215821608438469962?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/215821608438469962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=215821608438469962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/215821608438469962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/215821608438469962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2011/06/33th-temu-alumni-badan-otonom-economica.html' title='33th Temu Alumni Badan Otonom Economica'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TGYnSWj0W40/TfjSK2uxQcI/AAAAAAAAAlA/iOsMCWZ6Wjo/s72-c/253610_1967826567127_1586847456_1937788_3421846_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-2973433405887133710</id><published>2011-05-31T23:32:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T23:38:53.112+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest-in-memory One year college life in FEUI o:)</title><content type='html'>Well, the title has explained briefly that I have became a second-year-student in FEUI! Wow, time has gone sooooo fast! Two days ago, we-FEUI 2010- made a remembered tweets in twitter about memories in FEUI. I could not post my memories in there, because it will too much to explain in people's timeline. So, lemme sharing my experience here :) and I will explain those in Indonesian.&lt;br /&gt;here we go... *brainstorming*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pertama kali saat keterima di universitas Indonesia. Senyuman bangga seorang papa yang terukir di wajahnya, tangisan haru Ibunda karena nama anaknya ada di tulisan koran pagi waktu itu. Masih terngiang sesegukan haru tangis Ibunda :') hiruk pikuk keceriaan keluarga, anak sulungnya keterima di universitas hip di Indonesia. Mulasnya sakit perut saat liat pengumuman resmi di Internet, takut koran salah cetak, dan sujud syukur ternyata benar memang keterima di jurusan terkemuka di universitas Indonesia. Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Naik kereta AC Ekonomi dengan bahagia berbekal tiket tebet-depok bersama Ibunda, melihat tempat persinggahan yang mana yang bisa membawa suasana belajar yang kondusif buat anaknya. Turun di stasiun dengan bangga, jalan kaki menyusuri hutan depok, jalan ke dalam fakultas dengan rasa deg-degan, jalan kaki dari stasiun sampai ke kukusan teknik bersama Ibunda dengan semangat.. kenangan yang tak terlupakan. Kosan kartini yang murah tapi jelek, kosan enha yang penuh, alamanda yang waiting listnya kepanjangan, pokus yang wc-nya satu berdua, kosan tanpa nama yang dekat masjid, jalan sampai arah tulip tapi menyerah, dan akhirnya Ibunda tiba-tiba memilih kosan Pinky yang biasa saja dan langsung dp seketika, yang nantinya membawaku berkenalan dengan orang-orang baik di sini :') Subhanallah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Kenangan masa-masa OPK, Subhanallah, mengharukan :') apalagi kenangan bermain bersama mereka, selain mati-matian dalam perjuangan mengerjakan tugasnya. Kebersamaan yang mengikat kami, bikin kenal dan saling dekat walau terpaksa haha tapi dipikir-pikir jadi kangen juga. Masa-masa bareng mereka, denger becandaan dan jayusan yang sama setiap hari dari mereka. 12 orang yang bikin kangen :")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Perkenalan dengan sahabat-sahabatku dari kosan. yang satu dikenalin teman sesma, yang satu lagi teman satu kelas yang gue becandain dan katain, ternyata pas pulang ke kosan dia ada di kamar bawah-sedang buang sampah- :') mereka ikut gabung belajar bareng setiap mau ujian tengah semester atau akhir semester. curhat colongan di tengah kesibukan memasukkan berpuluh ribu kata ke dalam otak di satu malam. membeli makanan yang sama setiap dini hari bertiga.. kangen masa-masa itu. kangen perjuangan bertiganya :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. sibuk kepanitiaan, bertemu dengan orang-orang baru di kepantiaan. Economix, JGTC, KOMPeK, EPC, SRD, dan DocDays. menjadi anggota keluarga dari BOECONOMICA :') sungguh hal yang luar biasaaa ya Allah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Belajar dengan orang-orang hebat setiap harinya di kelas maupun di luar kelas. Banyaknya seminar yang di gelar, acara kepanitiaan yang bagi-bagi makanan gratisan, dan kegiaan pinjam-kembalikan buku di perpustakaan sungguh mengagumkan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. stress karena padatnya kegiatan, satu per satu rambut rontok dan menyumbat kamar mandi setiap dua hari sekali. setiap hari menyapu kamar segenggam rambut terkumpul. pusing kepala yang menyerang setiap malam, kopi pengganti air putih sebagai doping agar mata mau bekerja sama dalam membantu mengerjakan tugas yang diberikan semua dosen.. tapi itulah seninya berkuliah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. nonton DVD bareng setelah ujian, pergi belanja di mall belakang, pulang pergi dengan bikun gratisan, naik abang tukang ojek, tiap hati ngelaundry ke rafino's, tiap jam makan pusing mikirin mau makan pakai apa dan mager yang sangat amat besar untuk pergi turun keluar kosan :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Dalam seketika di kosan bisa mempunyai hamster, kelinci, dan kucing anggora bersama-sama penghuni kosan. Kucing anggora, obat penghilang stress dari tetangga sebelah kamar. Dan tau segala keburukan dan sifat aneh para tetangga kosan haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup! I think that was enough to tell here, the general place where people around Indonesia can read it. Whatever but I love this memories until I joy to share here. So maybe one day when I am a old lady, I can read this and will not forget this beautiful memories. Alhamdulillah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-2973433405887133710?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/2973433405887133710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=2973433405887133710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/2973433405887133710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/2973433405887133710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2011/05/rest-in-memory-one-year-college-life-in.html' title='Rest-in-memory One year college life in FEUI o:)'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-6926474270360437882</id><published>2011-05-31T22:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T22:51:40.650+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Fail</title><content type='html'>Honestly I don't feel well. I do not know whether it because this problem. I &lt;b&gt;think, &lt;/b&gt;I have &lt;b&gt;two &lt;/b&gt;best friends in college life. Both are from my boarding house. We knew each other and related from the first mid-term test. It was a beautiful moment when we spent time together and struggled for raised the highest scores, against each other in peace, knowing each other scores and GPA. It was sweet, but I &lt;b&gt;think, &lt;/b&gt;I'm too emotional and take it so seriously because this moment. I &lt;b&gt;think, &lt;/b&gt;they just consider me as a study-friend, not a true friend. I was thought about that because lately, they have gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are disappeared. woosh, like a wind, if the exams has done. and it gone worse because in this exam, they really do not invite me to study group again or just read-together again. Yesterday exam, I really joyed my book(s) alone without sharing thoughts or anything. Little sad, but the things get worse because I &lt;b&gt;have thought &lt;/b&gt;that they are my best friend, the clickest one in here :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am broken, I am feel like envy anyone beside both of them. I should play with my-Jakarta-friends like a common used to. but I feeling pretty good shares my common thought and my stories to both of them. but I &lt;b&gt;think &lt;/b&gt;they won't do that. They have their own group. You know, they are from high school in village and come hereby friends, they &lt;b&gt;maybe &lt;/b&gt;think and feel that unpleasant to became a really friend to stranger here, stranger that they have know just for six months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just do not know what to say and do. I love both of them, they are sweet but lately I have gotten hurt because thinking about them. and a couple hours ago, I just know something that should one of them told me, briefly: important thing, from someone else! I have thought that they were considered me as a friend, but because some events and those hurt me, I noted that they just make me as a friend from boarding house which in a past have a chances to study together in a groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They took half of my brain-space, it was wasting my time. Became hatred was wasting to much time. I should find somebody else who really cares about me, who really joyed to spare a time to share and laugh and shopping together like best friends always do. maybe I should search someone special, or boyfriend. The lesson is: do not think to much, do not let your self in to much of something that none of your business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired being a kind person, a care too much person, and a excess-of-smile person. You can hate me now, because I am officially hate my self.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-6926474270360437882?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/6926474270360437882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=6926474270360437882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/6926474270360437882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/6926474270360437882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2011/05/fail.html' title='Fail'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-7476032910518980215</id><published>2011-05-28T22:49:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T22:49:22.153+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Snipped from the tight time I had to write in this blog via my berry. Many events which I want to tell, wanted to write here but unfortunately I did not have any time or few energy to did it.&lt;br /&gt;People, next Monday I will face my last exam which are accounting and statistical tests. I just try to not sleep this saturday and sunday, prepare very well for gain any information and lesson in the books, prepared for the hardest tests. Closed the second semester happily (amen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I faced many trouble in this term. I lost many best friends, I lost my GPA (I hope it will less than I expected), I loss many of hair in my head, I am stressful. I often anti-social nowadays. Do not know why, initially I just move away from my friends and prefer to not talk with them. That was happen two weeks ago, until yesterday. I have many tasks from my organization. It takes many times of mine. My study have became so mess. I can not explain further. I am in mess now. Just pray non-stop to God. For the better result in SIAK-NG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*honestly I do not want to talk about this topic. It goes wrong suddenly haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-7476032910518980215?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/7476032910518980215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=7476032910518980215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/7476032910518980215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/7476032910518980215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2011/05/snipped-from-tight-time-i-had-to-write.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-9049097878686312807</id><published>2011-05-12T01:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-05-12T01:51:14.934+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>2nd war of regol in FEUI</title><content type='html'>You-know-what?&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday at 7.00 pm or should I say, 6.56 shit pm, FEUI 2010 began the second war of virtual world in SIAK-NG a.k.a Regol. I have prepare for this one but because of fucking shit birpend who cheat opened the war 4 minutes earlier without any announcement, WE LOOOOSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I say? Should I not get short semester? I really mess up. I hate Regol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-9049097878686312807?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/9049097878686312807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=9049097878686312807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/9049097878686312807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/9049097878686312807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2011/05/2nd-war-of-regol-in-feui.html' title='2nd war of regol in FEUI'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-5077458805728026492</id><published>2011-05-01T08:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T08:06:53.579+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Kate Middleton</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vsIoCoOdtcw/Tbywl20UZ3I/AAAAAAAAAk4/yHe29C6uaGY/s1600/Royal-Wedding-Reception-Prince-Harry-Quips-His-Way-Through-The-Day.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vsIoCoOdtcw/Tbywl20UZ3I/AAAAAAAAAk4/yHe29C6uaGY/s400/Royal-Wedding-Reception-Prince-Harry-Quips-His-Way-Through-The-Day.jpg" width="128" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Duchess of Cambridge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am still normal and every woman in this world, envy her. Right? No, not to the reason that she can marry her duke, but on her wedding dress and her after party dress. I envy that dress. That silk, fall nicely on her body, the gown and tiara really fits each other. You know, I almost want to get married just because that dress! haha how woman I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-5077458805728026492?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/5077458805728026492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=5077458805728026492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/5077458805728026492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/5077458805728026492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2011/05/kate-middleton.html' title='Kate Middleton'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vsIoCoOdtcw/Tbywl20UZ3I/AAAAAAAAAk4/yHe29C6uaGY/s72-c/Royal-Wedding-Reception-Prince-Harry-Quips-His-Way-Through-The-Day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-2303721052044282116</id><published>2011-05-01T07:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T07:58:51.139+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>1st May</title><content type='html'>Congratulation, body. You have succeded get life until 18 years old. Thanks for your support whenever situoation I got; sad, happy, sickness, anger, and anything feeling I have given for you, body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even I hate this day, I should be sorry for all things I have done for you. Even I won't born in this world, the fact is I am here, with you. So, I asking you, body, can we cooperate for a year and after? for my parents sake? I should be someone, someday, with somehow before you can leave me with peace. I robe you, hope we lucky this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-2303721052044282116?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/2303721052044282116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=2303721052044282116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/2303721052044282116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/2303721052044282116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2011/05/1st-may.html' title='1st May'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-8983062486523889599</id><published>2011-04-17T10:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T10:06:40.940+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Single Forever</title><content type='html'>Until now I have been girl whom always independent and doing anything with own hassle. and until this sound of ticking passed I still that girl, never think to change my mind until I old later. Why? Now I would explain my thoughts to you all, my readers, who willing to read my writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all. Boyfriend (of my thought) is someone whom willing to share his time, his life, his money, his.. everything based on his love for her girlfriend whom a girl love him with pure love and willing to be interfered and leaned on by her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the point is. I don't think I am in that level, which willing to be cared and caring for somebody else but my family. I am the person whom always solve the problem by own way. No need caring by someone special, I just need a friend or bed to lean me on. In Saturday night when couples busy with their romance, I busied with my tasks and my dvds. Playing with cat, flattery its. No need loving by someone special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I won't to be married because I don't like in a box. I hate seeing same face for a long time, take care of someone that (maybe) I love for loooong shit time. go to hell with for the thought like that. I want to see fullest of the world, don't wanna disturb by anything useless things but my family's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still the ordinary human. Sometimes that shit feeling called love pass me by. And I just smile to faced that. For solve that feeling, sometimes I walked the streets alone and see the clouds above me, the scene of this world, its beautiful. Watching the people's faces, take not of their expression, their smiles. And then I sleep to close the day. After that, I'll back again to the normal feeling and forget about the love things. Easy as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sum of all, I am sure of my decision. I will not marry anyone in this world (except Japanese and someone I waited for long times) and I just need my family, my friends, and the society. Especially cats to accompany me facing the hardest time of this worls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the unique one, for all those whom read this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-8983062486523889599?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/8983062486523889599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=8983062486523889599' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/8983062486523889599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/8983062486523889599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2011/04/single-forever.html' title='Single Forever'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-3126215103480483974</id><published>2011-03-30T19:36:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T19:36:50.565+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>... .... ....</title><content type='html'>Bonjour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done my mid test a couple hours ago which was held from a weeks ago. The last test was my main course, principle of accounting and I ended it with failure. After that, I ran to gymnasium to join the badminton exam which was just service one cock up and fall to 3 meters, but again, I ended it with 0 which is that means I can not get A for this subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do? What should I do? I'm just too stress to think about tomorrow even the day after that. I'm just cry over and over, hoping that someone care for me and want to listen my story, but I knew that no one would. The pressure I got from two weeks are too heavy, My hair falls everyday in much number and I always sleep until the day changed because many things not complete done. My eyes get the panda mark since two weeks ago, and I couldn't bearing even avoiding to not cry. I always tell to my self that I can pass it away and success whatever hard it, but practically this is so hard.. what should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, I have no friend. That's true. Simplify, this 'friends' will shown around me about two weeks about midterm or final test come. If not? No one would come, no one would care about me. Just say Hi when passing by and just by did that, they way, nor me to awake our relation. Just that, fellow. And now all people know about my plan to not getting married ever. But still I'm interesting to find one the best boy around here but who wants to share his time for girl whom clearly will not give him future. Who? No one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think I'm the saddest people on the world? Definitely, Yes I am. I'm not ugly just a little fatty, I do smile everyone say hi to me, I do never hate someone, I do care for my friends (even they do not), I do love someone (the truth is no one love me) and I do study but not every night like people said, but why should I get this situation??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I even don't have any money to face tomorrow. and my eyes.. like after punched by someone. Hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-3126215103480483974?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/3126215103480483974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=3126215103480483974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/3126215103480483974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/3126215103480483974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title='... .... ....'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-4202051887511432621</id><published>2011-02-17T06:20:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T06:20:13.484+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>give up, officially</title><content type='html'>Akhirnya gue putuskan kalau gue menyerah. Bener-bener menyerah terhadap satu hal yang selama ini gue perjuangkan mati-matian, yang banyak menghabiskan ruang otak gue untuk berpikir. Mau menyesal juga percuma, akhirnya juga cuma menghabiskan tenaga dan waktu aja. Dari dulu gue udah berusaha tapi akhirnya kalian tahu kan, kalau gue kembali dan kembali lagi mencoba yang nihil akhirnya. Karena kesibukan gue makin lama makin bertambah dan umur gue begitu, gue rasa ini adalah kebijakan yang tepat. Sampai ada waktu yang tepat, sampai gue bisa menemukan yang lain, insya allah nanti gue ceritakan di sini. Dan kalian tahu? Selagi dia menghilang, gue sibuk dengan kesibukan gue yang menumpuk dan menikmati indahnya waktu berjalan diselingi rasa iri dan kasihan pada teman-teman dan diri sendiri haha ironis tapi nggak sesedih yang kalian kira. Satu prinsip yang gue pegang, selagi gue bisa kuat dan sendiri, selagi nasi adalah kebutuhan gue, selagi ada teman-teman di samping gue, untuk apa menyesal dan menyedihi diri sendiri karena status?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan lagi, akhir-akhir ini gue sibuk dengan kucing anggora tetangga :') makin pengen pelihara nanti pas udah kerja (◦'⌣'◦)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-4202051887511432621?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/4202051887511432621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=4202051887511432621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/4202051887511432621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/4202051887511432621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2011/02/give-up-officially.html' title='give up, officially'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-3312572530328642016</id><published>2011-02-14T20:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T20:57:21.744+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Si loper koran dan aku</title><content type='html'>Tepat setelah gue sukses turun dari bikun sore ini, dengan langkah tergopoh-gopoh gue pengen banget nulis blog, karena ada satu kejadian yang pengen gue inget sampai nanti gue dewasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah pulang dari kawasan barel, memanjakan diri di tempat rentalan komik dan minum kopi jalanan selagi menunggu fotokopian jadi, gue menuju kutek dengan bikun. sepi, karena memang sudah jam setengah enam sore yang kebanyakan masih kuliah. di samping gue, ada adik penjual tukang koran (jam setengah enam, wow). duduk di samping gue, dia berusaha merayu gue untuk membeli koran dia. gue nggak suka banget baca koran, karena bukan nggak mau, tapi karena nggak bisa bacanya dan suka ribet dengan ukuran kertasnya yang super besar. yang ingin gue ingat dan alasan mengapa gue nulis kejadian ini di blog adalah curhatan curian yang dilakukan oleh sang penjual koran selama perjalanan dari fakultas psikologi sampai kutek (singkat).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Penjual: kak, beli kak.. buat bayar spp sekolah saya..&lt;br /&gt;Gue: wah, maaf dek. saya nggak bisa baca koran&lt;br /&gt;P: (tiba-tiba curhat) saya belum bayar spp kak, makanya saya jualan koran&lt;br /&gt;G: (bingung) bukannya sekolah udah nggak bayar ya dek? kamu sd kan?&lt;br /&gt;P: saya madrasah kak, madrasah masih bayar spp. saya juga harus nahan sakit. saya punya asma&lt;br /&gt;G: ya allah, pindah aja ke sekolah dasar, nanti kan jadi nggak bayar&lt;br /&gt;P: tapi rapor saya di tahan kak, saya harus bayar spp dulu baru bisa pindah&lt;br /&gt;G: emh yaudah, ada kompas nggak?&lt;br /&gt;P: saya ambil koran dari teman, ini aja hasil jualan saya bagi sama teman saya. yang kompas ada di teman saya kak..&lt;br /&gt;G: yaaah.. saya maunya kompas. kamu kalau begitu kapan bisa bayar spp-nya. emangnya perbulan berapa dek?&lt;br /&gt;P: Rp 48.000,- kak. saya belum bayar dua bulan..&lt;br /&gt;G: jadi, Rp 96.000,- ?? (astaghfirullah)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kejadian sebelum kumandang adzan maghrib, kejadian di mana menghentakkan hati nurani gue. rasanya pengen di bikun nangis saat itu juga, satu bikun ngedengar percakapan gue dan si loper koran, anak yang tangguh. nominal spp dua bulan yang terkadang buat kami-kami adalah angka yang biasanya sudah maklum keluar dari dompet dua hari sekali, sedangkan bagi dia, spp dua bulan yang memaksa dia menjual koran? terenyuh, sakit banget hati gue. kalau ada uang, mau banget gue ketemu madrasahnya dan langsung bayar uang spp-nya.. tapi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pelajaran yang berharga sore tadi. gue diajarkan untuk berhemat dan tidak boros, saling memberi dan peduli. masih banyak yang miskin serta kaum papa yang patut di bantu. kalau anda bisa membantu mengapa tidak dari sekarang, minimal dengan membantu biaya sekolah mereka, memupuk masa depan mereka.. semoga kejadian seperti di atas dari tahun ke tahun, si loper koran makin berkurang di Indonesia. Amin ya Allah :')&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-3312572530328642016?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/3312572530328642016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=3312572530328642016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/3312572530328642016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/3312572530328642016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2011/02/si-loper-koran-dan-aku.html' title='Si loper koran dan aku'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-6337038953675958440</id><published>2011-02-05T22:08:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T22:08:33.018+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Boredom</title><content type='html'>Setiap rumah ada atap yang membatasinya dengan langit, setiap air akan tumpah dari wadahnya bila melebihi kapasitas. sama seperti itu, gue kayaknya udah mencapai limit kebosanan, atap dari rumah dan kapasitas dari wadah untuk menulis. dalam berbagai arti, menulis adalah segala hal bagi gue, teman hidup gue. tapi rasanya gue harus berhenti sesaat mengingat gue bosan dengan hidup gue yang dari tahun ke tahun sama-sama aja. mungkin kalau kalian sempat baca blog gue dari awal hingga sekarang, ada beberapa postingan yang isinya kira-kira bisa sama dengan postingan sebelumnya, karena kehidupan gue memang itu-itu aja. dan parahnya, akhir-akhir ini semakin menjadi-jadi parah. nggak nyangka hidup perkuliahan gue bakal sama aja kayak hidup sd, smp, sma gue. walaupun udah berusaha mengubah dengan ngekos, tetep aja kalau orangnya berkepribadian begini ya hasilnya juga tetep begini :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sad but I think I'll hiatus again, for awhile until I find the best moment or moment that I can shared. Adios, muchos :*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-6337038953675958440?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/6337038953675958440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=6337038953675958440' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/6337038953675958440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/6337038953675958440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2011/02/boredom.html' title='Boredom'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-2584911232999614553</id><published>2011-01-28T00:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T00:46:22.021+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Rifle Green</title><content type='html'>It tears me apart&lt;br /&gt;The thought of you&lt;br /&gt;I want to see you smile&lt;br /&gt;At me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're too far&lt;br /&gt;I can't reach&lt;br /&gt;So I have to make&lt;br /&gt;With what is here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like you're summer&lt;br /&gt;Though I should know it isn't true&lt;br /&gt;Seems I have to get by&lt;br /&gt;Till I forget about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hears me, He knows&lt;br /&gt;He knows of the nights, the thoughts&lt;br /&gt;He knows what your wry face means&lt;br /&gt;He knows what it means to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still my heart hinges on hope&lt;br /&gt;That you're mine&lt;br /&gt;Though I know it isn't true&lt;br /&gt;It can't be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will wait&lt;br /&gt;Till time proves&lt;br /&gt;That it is true&lt;br /&gt;That you aren't mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-2584911232999614553?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/2584911232999614553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=2584911232999614553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/2584911232999614553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/2584911232999614553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2011/01/rifle-green.html' title='Rifle Green'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-3630804087155830237</id><published>2011-01-28T00:36:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T00:39:37.126+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Gue nggak ngerti sama diri gue sendiri. Sama sekali nggak ngerti.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makin lama gue makin merasa kalau gue selama ini 'kosong'. Gue tertawa tapi hati gue nggak tertawa. Gue nangis tapi terkadang gue nggak tahu kalau gue nangis untuk apa dan buat siapa. dan, gue selalu ingin merasa di sayang teman-teman, sahabat, dan keluarga tapi gue nggak pernah bener-bener sayang.. karena gue 'kosong'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selama ini gue hanya terisi ambisi, impian, nafsu, dan dendam. nggak lebih dari itu.&lt;br /&gt;terkadang gue mau terlahir kembali, mengulang dahulu kala yang dulunya buruk di hidup gue, biar gue yang 'kosong' nggak akan ada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Allah, cuma engkau yang tahu, gue siapa. tapi kapan gue bisa sadar akan siapa gue ini?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;#galau. so sorry&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-3630804087155830237?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/3630804087155830237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=3630804087155830237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/3630804087155830237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/3630804087155830237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2011/01/gue-nggak-ngerti-sama-diri-gue-sendiri.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-788220466678985240</id><published>2011-01-22T12:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T12:00:34.964+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Mayday mayday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/TTpjQqYJ39I/AAAAAAAAAkw/pgCjuwi1Joc/s1600/Untitled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/TTpjQqYJ39I/AAAAAAAAAkw/pgCjuwi1Joc/s320/Untitled.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see that? how busy i am for next six months will be. and I can't wait for it (huh?)&lt;br /&gt;I'm human so I really getting bored super fast than anyone could be, I bored with my stuff, my activity in this holiday, my food, my laptop, my new gadget, and the internet! as expected, I reach the limit and sorry to say but I rigidly want my college life back, my boarding house again, my freedom, and my loneliness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several days again, and I can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-788220466678985240?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/788220466678985240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=788220466678985240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/788220466678985240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/788220466678985240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2011/01/mayday-mayday.html' title='Mayday mayday!'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/TTpjQqYJ39I/AAAAAAAAAkw/pgCjuwi1Joc/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-6117902761394618157</id><published>2011-01-20T02:10:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T02:16:13.301+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Libur</title><content type='html'>Setelah hiatus panjang selama liburan dari menulis di blog tercinta bukan berarti liburan ini gue nggak di rumah terus, jalan jalan tiap hari, atau bahkan ke luar negeri. Nggak kok, nggak. Hampir sebagian besar waktu liburan yang gue punya, gue habiskan dengan berkutat di rumah, duduk di depan laptop, dan memutar dvd yang banyak di simpan di dalam hardisk. Selain itu, gue sibuk buka SIAK-NG ngurusin regol yang sampai sekarang belum tuntas juga kabarnya gimana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liburan kali ini emang gue rencanain untuk bertemu semua sahabat sma gue dan sahabat smp gue, menghabiskan banyak waktu dan perhatian penuh ke adik kecil gue, mendekatkan tali persaudaraan dengan adik kecil gue, bantu-bantu nyokap selagi di rumah biar nyokap seneng, belanja sama bokap biar hubungan gue sama dia membaik dan dateng ke kondangan serta acara keluarga yang selama enam bulan yang lalu udah jarang gue datengin karena kesibukan gue yang teramat padat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/TTcz0UJtjoI/AAAAAAAAAkY/vLsct3XMP4c/s1600/166369_1666155147601_1648964034_31464441_5690164_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/TTcz0UJtjoI/AAAAAAAAAkY/vLsct3XMP4c/s320/166369_1666155147601_1648964034_31464441_5690164_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/TTc38TTvyGI/AAAAAAAAAks/hNISzqOoS54/s1600/IMG00050-20110119-1807.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/TTc38TTvyGI/AAAAAAAAAks/hNISzqOoS54/s320/IMG00050-20110119-1807.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/TTcz-abTRHI/AAAAAAAAAkc/6maX2lz_k3A/s1600/29122010%2528003%2529l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/TTcz-abTRHI/AAAAAAAAAkc/6maX2lz_k3A/s320/29122010%2528003%2529l.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/TTc2KSmhyqI/AAAAAAAAAkk/4ng4ulOSNwk/s1600/IMG00023-20110115-1945.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/TTc2KSmhyqI/AAAAAAAAAkk/4ng4ulOSNwk/s320/IMG00023-20110115-1945.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/TTc2LW-MVxI/AAAAAAAAAko/eJJi51qrLhA/s1600/41318_1480827375354_1073882603_31396762_2427086_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="208" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/TTc2LW-MVxI/AAAAAAAAAko/eJJi51qrLhA/s320/41318_1480827375354_1073882603_31396762_2427086_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Makan puas-puasin, melupakan acara diet mendiet serta olahraga sementara waktu mumpung di rumah, belanja sempuasnya mumpung pake duit orangtua, tidur malam bangun siang sepuasnya, semua itu gue lakukan atas dasar balas dendam karena semua hal di atas nggak bisa gue lakukan pas udah mulai ngampus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinggal tersisa satu minggu lagi, liburan semester satu gue. Semoga gue bisa karaokean, ice skatingan, dan ketemu sama Dira dan Dinike yang susah banget ketemunya. Amin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ps: besok gue ada campus expo di sekolah. doain lancar yaa dan semoga mereka semua mau mencoba masuk UI atau presentasi kami bisa menambah pilihan mereka dan wawasan mereka tentang UI. Ayo masuk UI!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-6117902761394618157?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/6117902761394618157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=6117902761394618157' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/6117902761394618157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/6117902761394618157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2011/01/libur.html' title='Libur'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/TTcz0UJtjoI/AAAAAAAAAkY/vLsct3XMP4c/s72-c/166369_1666155147601_1648964034_31464441_5690164_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-7002874731087028905</id><published>2011-01-12T14:34:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T14:42:18.155+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='info'/><title type='text'>Regol UI</title><content type='html'>Kemaren sore tepat pukul 17.00 WIB adalah hari yang sangat lebay dalam hidup perkuliahan gue selama jadi mahasiswa. Lebay karena pada saat itu anak-anak FEUI yang jumlahnya banyak sekali masuk ke dalam satu situs secara bersamaan, mengakses situs tersebut secara bersama-sama untuk memperebutkan kelas-kelas ideal yang mereka harapkan, yang akan mendapatkan dosen yang baik nilai dan enak mengajar di posisi pertama atau &lt;i&gt;Top Ten. Lebay to the max&lt;/i&gt;, saudara-saudara!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nggak tahu deh yang lebay anak FE doang, atau anak-anak &lt;i&gt;twitter&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;yang gue follow doang atau bagaimana, yang jelas beneran menguras tenaga. Banyak dari mereka sebelum regol sudah bermusyawarah H-3 mendiskusikan kelas mana, mau dosen mana yang akan di pilih. Jauh-jauh pergi dari rumah menuju tempat yang bisa berkoneksi dewa untuk menjadi &lt;i&gt;Top Ten &lt;/i&gt;masuk situs, kalau yang nggak pake koneksi internet dewa niscaya, masuk ke situs tersebut langsung di sambut kata-kata: &lt;i&gt;Internet Server Error &lt;/i&gt;bahkan lo bisa aja nggak beranjak ke situs tersebut sama sekali. Kalau udah begitu, dengan koneksi lemot lo yang akhirnya bisa membawa lo masuk ke home dan sukses masuk bagian add IRS, sudah dapat dipastikan kelas-kelas favorit dan kelas pagi akan penuh semua! menyeramkan! hanya tiga menit, semua langsung penuh. Padahal untuk berdiskusi mau pilih kelas yang mana butuh tiga hari tiga malam. Paling sedih dan tragis kalau udah diskusi panjang lebar, mau masuk SIAK-NG (situs tersebut) malah pakai &lt;i&gt;error&lt;/i&gt; , kan gagal total semua tuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H- beberapa jam sebelum jam pembukaan regol (pilih kelas) biasanya anak-anak udah siap dan &lt;i&gt;stand by &lt;/i&gt;di depan laptop dan komputer masing-masing. Keadaan memanas, tegang, dan semacamnya. Beberapa menit sebelum regol biasanya udah pada sibuk tekan F5 setiap 5 detik. Lebay deh intinya. Pada bunuh-bunuhan, perang-perangan, siapa cepat dia yang dapat. Semua memegang asas "demi kehidupan semester yang bahagia" membuat semuanya menghalalkan berbagai cara agar bisa aman dalam 5 menit saja. Sungguh anak-anak FE yang haus nilai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oke, yang di atas keadaan sebenarnya dalam regol di FE UI. yang di mana gue juga kaget setengah mati soalnya semester kemaren diregolin sama kakak mentor, jadi gue selalu sekelas sama temen-temen OPK gue. Jadi enak, nggak ngerasain bunuh-bunuhan. Terus, semester dua ini baru di lepas sama mereka dan gue kaget ternyata begini toh keadaannya. Mau nggak mau gue harus siap, dan coba bertarung dengan yang lain. Ada yang menyikapi dengan santai, ada juga yang bikin persiapan biar nggak kalah dari yang lain. Kembali ke pribadi masing-masing dalam menyikapi regol ini. Kalau gue sih, gue milih untuk regol pada saat regol di buka. Ambil kelas yang bisa sekelas sama temen aja udah seneng. untuk masalah dosen itu kebaikan dari yang di Atas, semoga Allah memberikan yang terbaik buat semester ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada juga teman-teman gue, yang baru regol saat malam harinya. Santai banget, tapi harusnya regol yang di shuffle kayak begini sewajarnya disikapi dengan santai, nggak kayak penjelasan gue yang lebay di atas (padahal itulah kenyataannya).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buat mahasiswa-mahasiswa baru yang akan menghadapi regol kalian yang pertama kali, ada beberapa saran gue buat kalian:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Internetnya jangan yang lemot, itu saran utama. Kalau nggak ada, bisa ke warnet terdekat atau ke kampus pakai wifi kampus kita yang super cepat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jangan lupa kerja sama dengan teman-teman, biar bisa sekelas. Tentuin mau pilih kelas huruf apa, biar ada temennya, juga biar belajar nanti lebih semangat (kan ada temen)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Klik pilihan kelas terus save. Klik kelas terus save. dan seterusnya. Biar posisi kalian safe!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kalau kata temen gue yang lebay: latihan klik kelas dulu. Bolehlah di coba.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jangan tegang, santai aja.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Komunikasi dengan teman, udah sekelas semua belum. Jangan ninggalin teman. Kalau ada yang nggak sekelas, coba sms biar pilih kelas yang masih kosong biar bisa sekelas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Siapin jadwal jauh-jauh hari, tentuin mau pilih kelas yang mana dengan siapin juga kelas cadangannya. Jadi nggak usah repot dan bingung lagi kalau kelas pilihan pertama penuh atau ada temen kita yang nggak bisa sekelas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kalau mencar-mencar juga, santai aja. Nanti juga ketemu teman baru di kelas baru.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Gitu aja tips dari gue, berdasarkan pengalaman kemaren malam yang menakjubkan. Adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-7002874731087028905?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/7002874731087028905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=7002874731087028905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/7002874731087028905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/7002874731087028905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2011/01/regol-ui.html' title='Regol UI'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-4582097990161592384</id><published>2011-01-11T08:29:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T11:21:37.280+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Pro buat Tiffatul</title><content type='html'>Ya, saya setuju dengan tindakan pak menteri, berbeda dengan kebanyakan orang yang menentang aksi pemblokiran dan banned bagi RIM pada Blackberry. Setelah menyimak dengan seksama tayangan Metro TV hari ini pada pagi hari serta segala komentar dan kritik yang dilayangkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini pendapat saya, pikiran saya yang melayang setelah menonton acara tersebut, dan membuka beberapa situs yang membicarakan hal yang sama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahwa, mereka (penduduk Indonesia pengguna BB) egois dan bodoh. Itu dua kata yang merangkum semua pernyataan yang akan gue paparkan di bawah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Egois. iya, itu menurut saya. Kenapa? bisa di lihat sendiri kenapa satu statement tentang Blackberry bisa menimbulkan begitu besar reaksi dalam masyarakat. jawabannya sebagian besar penduduk Indonesia kebanyakan menggunakan Blackberry dan mereka tidak ingin dirugikan secara personal atas tindakan dari pemerintah ini. Seperti yang saya lihat di situs &lt;a href="http://www.kaskus.us/showthread.php?t=6585196"&gt;ini&lt;/a&gt; mayoritas marah karena merasa akan dirugikan; Blackberry-nya kalau di jual tidak laku lah, ada yang baru beli Blackberry-lah, dengan mengatasnamakan mereka tidak setuju dengan salah satu alasan Pak Tiffatul yang mengatakan pemblokiran RIM karena tidak ada filter situs porno. Padahal, kalau mereka mau membuka pikiran mereka, menghilangkan keegoisan mereka, mereka bisa melihat bahwa tindakan yang dilakukan pak menteri semata-mata atas nama Indonesia, menjunjungtinggikan kepentingan negara yang selama bertahun-tahun secara tidak sadar, masyarakat Indonesia telah di perah bagai sapi demi keuntungan pihak Kanada sana! apakah mereka nggak sadar? baru terbuai fasilitas yang sedikit saja sudah menjadi peliharaan pihak asing. Mana nasionalisme kita?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mereka marah karena mereka dirugikan secara pribadi, terus kenapa mereka nggak marah atas apa yang dilakukan pihak RIM yang tidak mempatuhi ketentuan yang berlaku di Indonesia? Kerugian mereka pribadi bisalah dikatakan sekitar 5 Juta atau kurang. Tidak lebih. Lalu berapa besar kerugian negara ini? Triliunan! Per tahun! di mana nasionalisme kalian? ke mana rasa cinta terhadap negara ini? Kita nggak mau kan dijadiin pasar aja? belajar sejarah kan? apakah kita mau kembali cuma menjadi pelabuhan para pedagang Belanda dan Portugis yang menjajah kita? Pasti nggak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bodoh. Iya secara kasarnya begitu. Apa lagi kata-kata yang tepat untuk menggambarkan reaksi masyarakat terhadap &lt;i&gt;issue &lt;/i&gt;ini. Betapa lucunya, masyarakat menghina pemerintahnya habis-habisan dan membela pihak luar sebegitunya. Bolehlah di hina, tapi kalau memang salah. Tapi apakah tindakan Pak Tiffatul ini salah? Saya rasa tidak. Dia hanya menjalankan tugasnya untuk menegakkan peraturan yang berlaku di Indonesia. Kenapa di hujat habis-habisan? Kenapa yang ingin mengakkan keadilan di lakukan semena-mena? Masyarakat apa kita ini?&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kebijakan Pak Tiffatul ini juga tidak serta merta membuat pengguna Blackberry kehilangan nilai guna dari handphone itu sendiri. Toh, kebutuhan utama untuk BBM, telfon, dan sms masih tetap berjalan seperti biasa. Kenapa kita ribut dan menghardik menteri kita sendiri sampai sebegitunya? Kalau untuk kelancaran berbisnis dan kemudahan mengakses internet, dengan bantuan jaringan provider kita masih bisa kok mengakses internet via BB kita tanpa RIM, walaupun nggak sehebat push-emailnya. Untuk email, bisa lah kembali ke laptop anda dengan portable modemnya. Apa yang diributkan toh?&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang jelas, saya buka komplotan di pihak mana pun, saya bukan antek-antek Pak Tiffatul sehingga mau membela dia, saya juga nggak kenal dan di bayar. Saya hanya mengungkapkan pendapat pribadi saya, yang tercipta karena media massa. Saya hanya mahasiswa semester satu menuju dua yang mencintai negeri ini lebih dari dirinya. Mohon saran dan kritik kalau ada yang tidak berkenan. Terima Kasih :) &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;No offense ya, pengguna BB&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; :)&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-4582097990161592384?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/4582097990161592384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=4582097990161592384' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/4582097990161592384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/4582097990161592384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2011/01/pro-buat-tiffatul.html' title='Pro buat Tiffatul'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-7861840542101231018</id><published>2011-01-08T23:36:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T23:36:15.321+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Blackberry, No</title><content type='html'>Sounds like a bamboo who loud a lot with boo! This week i planned to buy the thing that most of people in Indonesia have; Blackberry, but the end of this week, I got news about government will blocked Blackberry Messenger or BBM in Indonesia. Oh God, thanks for saving me, maybe I will buy the other brand, just make a note for me: I will not spend my money to buy Blackberry. No, no, no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-7861840542101231018?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/7861840542101231018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=7861840542101231018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/7861840542101231018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/7861840542101231018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2011/01/blackberry-no.html' title='Blackberry, No'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-4240250403236555960</id><published>2011-01-08T23:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T23:07:43.150+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>GPA</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Something will turn out sweet or even sweetest if we add our effort with&lt;/b&gt;. and that's what and how happened to my GPA's number anyway; the most seeing things i want to see in this holiday at my SIAK-NG user. That number(s) however not so great and bad neither, just like always painted and showed from my face, the composition of words which turning out: average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the report of my GPA, the day after tomorrow is the day of my next life. which is that means war will begin to get the luckiest class in second semester. I don't know who i will spend almost my time with in next semester but I just keep my mind to get the things relax, so I won't take this things seriously, I'll do this with my joy and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal: already set, please God allow me to do this :')&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-4240250403236555960?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/4240250403236555960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=4240250403236555960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/4240250403236555960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/4240250403236555960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2011/01/gpa.html' title='GPA'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-3135752511826710779</id><published>2011-01-03T16:08:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T16:08:15.272+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='info'/><title type='text'>KOMPeK 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs007.snc6/165728_1657164023690_1074799121_31837175_6108169_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs007.snc6/165728_1657164023690_1074799121_31837175_6108169_n.jpg" width="282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Have you know about the biggest high school economics competition in Indonesia? If the answer no, please say Hi to &lt;b style="background-color: #999999;"&gt;KOMPeK 13&lt;/b&gt; ! This competition will be held in Faculty of Economics, University of Indonesia, and the registration &lt;b&gt;still open until January 11st&amp;nbsp; 2011.&lt;/b&gt; So what are you waiting for? Make a team and list up your school's name via our website &lt;a href="http://www.kompekfeui.com/"&gt;KOMPeK 13&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1888406904"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SMANGKOK!!&lt;/b&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/8415217812373236411-3135752511826710779?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/3135752511826710779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=3135752511826710779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/3135752511826710779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/3135752511826710779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2011/01/kompek-13.html' title='KOMPeK 13'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-1266861545756339197</id><published>2011-01-03T15:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T15:52:46.387+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>My Aura</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yellows are the most fun-loving, free-spirited, energetic, and childlike personalities in the aura spectrum. Yellows are wonderful, sensitive, optimistic beings, whose life purpose is to bring joy to people, to have fun, and to help heal the planet. Yellows can either be very shy and sensitive, or they can be the life of the party. These playful characters have a great sense of humor. They love to laugh and to make others laugh. Yellows believe life is to be enjoyed. They like to live life freely.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, a while ago i clicked the app what-color-is-your-aura and got Yellow. I don't believe this, but seems like most of the text said about me are true. Okay, i'll keep this for my memory.&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-1266861545756339197?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/1266861545756339197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=1266861545756339197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/1266861545756339197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/1266861545756339197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-aura.html' title='My Aura'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-1502443362207916969</id><published>2011-01-03T15:36:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T15:48:08.728+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Hai anak kelas tiga SMA :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/TSGDOphtX-I/AAAAAAAAAkM/Yk7OmuDVg7w/s1600/Capture.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/TSGDOphtX-I/AAAAAAAAAkM/Yk7OmuDVg7w/s640/Capture.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue tahu kenapa banyak yang datang ke blog gue tanpa sengaja dan tanpa meninggalkan jejak (no manner), karena ada satu post yang lagi di cari banget sama kalian, adik-adikku anak kelas tiga SMA :) Oh iya, di kebelakang-belakang juga ada posting lain tentang UI dan FE juga tips belajar, serta cara milih jurusan. Bisa di search pake alat pencari di atas clock di blog gue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhir kata, selamat berjuang buat kalian ya :) sering-sering aja latihan soal dan bertanya, di bawa santai aja belajarnya, jangan dijadiin beban, lama-lama nanti kalian akan terbiasa buat belajar lama dan soal-soal yang tadinya susah bisa jadi gampang karena kalian udah latihan terus. Dan jangan lupa, dalam memilih universitas serta jurusan yang terpenting selain kepintaran, adalah strategi kalian dalam memilih. Pikirkan hal yang nggak terpikirkan oleh orang banyak, dan voila! peluang kalian masuk juga lebih besar. Liat juga kuota bangkunya ya, seberapa besar chance yang kalian miliki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semangat ya kalian semua, dan &lt;b&gt;sampai ketemu di Universitas Indonesia :*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;kalau mau tanya, just&amp;nbsp; leave a comment &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-1502443362207916969?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/1502443362207916969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=1502443362207916969' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/1502443362207916969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/1502443362207916969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2011/01/hai-anak-kelas-tiga-sma.html' title='Hai anak kelas tiga SMA :)'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/TSGDOphtX-I/AAAAAAAAAkM/Yk7OmuDVg7w/s72-c/Capture.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-6291296414756003938</id><published>2011-01-02T00:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T00:25:38.670+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Nyeri Hati</title><content type='html'>Tenggorokan gue agak sensitif dengan minuman bersoda dan makanan yang bikin gatel. Kalau udah makan makanan yang model begitu, gue biasanya langsung menderita radang tenggorokan atau panas dalam. Karena gue punya amandel (dan parah) sekalinya gue radang tenggorokan, rasanya bisa sakiiiiit banget buat nelan ludah, apalagi kalau udah mau tidur, beh! pengen banget rasanya nusuk tenggorokan saking sakitnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau udah begitu, gue biasanya cepet-cepet minum obat batuk. Tapi entah kenapa dua bulan yang lalu, untuk pertama kalinya gue mendapatkan efek samping dari mengonsumsi obat sirup ini: Nyeri pada hati (liver). Nggak tau itu nyeri di hati atau lambung atau paru paru (?) pokoknya di sebelah kiri badan gue, langsung nyut-nyutan, di sekitar perut, kayak mules gitu, tapi bukan mules mau ke belakang, mulesnya nyeri dan sakit parah! Pas sakit itu datang, gue langsung berbaring dan guling-guling di kasur saking nahan sakitnya. Bisa 30 menit baru hilang rasa sakitnya. Sebulan kemudian gue lupa sama kejadian itu, dan minum obat batuk lagi karena di suruh orang tua biar cepat sembuh batuknya. Kejadian yang sama terulang lagi, dan gue sampai nangis nahan sakitnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini, gue minum obat batuk tapi yang kapsul karena gue nggak mau kejadian nyerinya terulang. Tapi barusan selama 10 menit gue menahan rasa sakit yang amat sangat di tempat yang sama, dengan terguling-guling di atas kasur, keringetan, nahan sakiiit yang parah! oh tuhan, efek&amp;nbsp; samping itu enggak banget ya :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-6291296414756003938?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/6291296414756003938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=6291296414756003938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/6291296414756003938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/6291296414756003938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2011/01/nyeri-hati.html' title='Nyeri Hati'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-1160594848045564444</id><published>2011-01-01T21:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T21:41:44.755+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>2011!</title><content type='html'>I can't make a great kaleidoscope because my bad memories, but despite the bad things happen in last year, I was admitted that 2010 is the best year of my life. Thanks, Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Really, i can't make the list of them but my memory about acceptance me in UI.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011, i'm begging you. Many hopes i gave to you about my education life and my love life. can you beat 2010 to be my best year in my life? I hope so, amin amiiin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-1160594848045564444?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/1160594848045564444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=1160594848045564444' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/1160594848045564444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/1160594848045564444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011.html' title='2011!'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-5975709149861353162</id><published>2011-01-01T21:15:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T21:16:50.669+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='info'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year and Fireworks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tribwekchron.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/fireworks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://tribwekchron.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/fireworks.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR 2011&lt;/b&gt;, people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Trademark of festive to celebrate the countdown in new year for sure is big fireworks up in the sky, right? what else? hmm. corn roasted or grilled fish and sate? if that true, now i'll talk about this tradition of the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I just wonder, why we did something bad to earth in the first new age of earth with made so many carbon dioxide? i knew the fireworks are beautiful, and the new year eve will so bored without them, but can we make our eve great without make something bad to our earth? where are go-green idea in this case? why don't we make some fireworks with less carbon dioxide?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3148/2638435866_e7ef7ea0bb.jpg?v=0" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="296" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3148/2638435866_e7ef7ea0bb.jpg?v=0" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i am just too care with my earth, our earth. so that's why i don't like too many fireworks in the first day of new year. i do care with the smoke after beautiful flower in the sky left. i do care so much. please, someone. stop do that things. please, people. care about this things. thanks :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-5975709149861353162?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/5975709149861353162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=5975709149861353162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/5975709149861353162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/5975709149861353162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year-and-fireworks.html' title='Happy New Year and Fireworks!'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-5978712536036003564</id><published>2011-01-01T20:08:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T20:08:08.631+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='info'/><title type='text'>Kartu Indosat kamu hilang?</title><content type='html'>Buat kalian yang kehilangan handphone dan nomor yang kamu pakai di handphone itu udah di pakai bertahun-tahun, sehingga banyak kenalan kamu yang udah tau kamu dengan nomor itu atau sim card kamu rusak? &lt;b&gt;Jangan buru-buru ganti nomor&lt;/b&gt; dan kasih tau nomor baru kamu ke kenalan kamu, karena kamu bisa mendapatkan nomor Indosat lama kamu dengan mudah kembali :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caranya gampang! Cuma datangin aja Galeri Indosat terdekat di daerah kamu (bisa lihat di&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.indosat.com/Galeri_Indosat"&gt;sini&lt;/a&gt;) dan membawa persyaratan yang diperlukan, yaitu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kartu tanda penduduk (KTP)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Uang Rp 10.000,- untuk uang administrasi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Mudah kan? Hanya menunggu sekitar setengah jam, kartu baru kita siap di bawa. Bisa diaktifkan biasanya jam 19.00 dan sayangnya, list contact pada sim card lama kita serta sms yang masuk ke dalam nomor kita selama kartu kita inactive tidak bisa di lihat pada nomor yang baru kita urus ini. Tapi sisi positifnya, mereka masih bisa menghubungi kita dengan nomor lama kan? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semoga informasinya bermanfaat ya. (Sumber: dari pengalaman pribadi)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-5978712536036003564?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/5978712536036003564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=5978712536036003564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/5978712536036003564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/5978712536036003564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2011/01/kartu-indosat-kamu-hilang.html' title='Kartu Indosat kamu hilang?'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-1349219932463100281</id><published>2011-01-01T19:50:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T19:50:59.719+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='info'/><title type='text'>Informasi Penerimaan Mahasiswa Baru Universitas Indonesia Tahun 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rabu, 29 Desember lalu Direktorat Kemahasiswaan Universitas Indonesia mengadakan sosialisasi penerimaan mahasiswa baru Universitas Indonesia. Informasi disampaikan di Rektorat UI lantai 9 oleh Muhammad Anis selaku Wakil Rektor Bidang Kemahasiswaan Universitas Indonesia, adapun peserta yang hadir ialah paguyuban-paguyuban daerah dan Departemen Kesejahteraan Mahasiswa BEM UI. Berikut ini disampaikan informasi terkait dengan penerimaan tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jalur Penerimaan S1 Reguler &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berdasarkan Peraturan Menteri No. 34 tahun 2010 jalur masuk perguruan tinggi hanya dilakukan melalui ujian mandiri yang diselenggarakan oleh perguruan tinggi tersebut atau selanjutnya disebut sebagai jalur mandiri serta jalur seleksi nasional, yakni melalui SNMPTN. Adapun untuk UI, jalur PPKB dan SIMAK UI dikategorikan sebagai jalur mandiri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adapun kuota dari masing-masing jalur adalah:&lt;br /&gt;1. Jalur Mandiri (UI:PPKB + SIMAK) maksimal 40%&lt;br /&gt;2. Seleksi Nasional (SNMPTN) yang terdiri dari jalur undangan (minimal 10%) dan jalur tertulis (minimal 20%)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I. Penerimaan UI untuk S1 Reguler&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika pada tahun lalu PPKB dan SIMAK UI menyediakan kuota yang amat besar untuk para siswa masuk ke UI, yakni sebesar 60% maka pada tahun ini dibatasi hanya maksimal 40% saja. Adapun pembagian kuotanya antara keduanya adalah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; PPKB: maksimal 25%&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; SIMAK UI: minimal 10%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;II. Penerimaan Nasional&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang dimaksud dengan penerimaan nasional&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;hanya&lt;/strong&gt; SNMPTN. Sedangkan untuk jalur masuk  &lt;strong&gt;UMB ditiadakan&lt;/strong&gt; pada tahun ini. Peraturan Menteri No. 34 tahun 2010 mengharuskan setiap perguruan tinggi di Indonesia untuk memberikan kuota masuk minimal 60% melalui jalur SNMPTN . Hal inilah yang membuat kuota masuk melalui PPKB dan SIMAK UI berkurang drastis. SNMPTN sendiri menyediakan dua cara untuk masuk ke perguruan tinggi negeri, yaitu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a. SNMPTN Jalur Tertulis &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalur tertulis adalah jalur yang lazim kita temui dalam praktek sehari-hari, dimana para calon mahasiswa mendaftar lalu mengerjakan soal-soal ujian. Kuota masuk melalui jalur ini adalah minimal 20%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;b. Jalur  Undangan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merupakan mekanisme Seleksi Nasional Masuk Perguruan Tinggi Negeri berdasarkan penjaringan prestasi akademik, tanpa ujian tulis yang ditujukan kepada SLTA atau sederajat. Adapun persyaratan untuk masuk melalui jalur undangan antara lain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Peserta Jalur Undangan ialah sekolah.&lt;br /&gt;2. Kepala Sekolah mengirimkan siswanya yang sedang duduk di kelas 12.&lt;br /&gt;3. Siswa yang dikirimkan (direkomendasikan) memiliki prestasi akademik yang konsisten pada setiap semesternya dan serendah-rendahnya berperingkat 25% terbaik di kelasnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Di rancang bahwa:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; * Setiap Siswa Pelamar dapat memilih 2 (dua) PTN yang diminati.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; * Siswa pelamar dapat memilih Program Studi yang diminati dalam PTN yang dipilih maksimal 3 (tiga).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNMPTN jalur undangan ini hampir sama dengan program PPKB UI atau PMDK perguruan tinggi lain. Namun, yang membedakan keduanya adalah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. PPKB merupakan program UI sendiri , setiap sekolah baru dapat mengajukan siswanya apabila sekolah tersebut mendapatkan undangan PPKB dari pihak UI. Adapun sekolah yang diundang adalah sekolah yang telah melalui uji kelayakan oleh UI baik dari segi kualitas sekolah itu sendiri maupun kualitas alumni yang sedang belajar di UI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Jalur Undangan merupakan program pemerintah, untuk dapat mengajukan siswanya ke perguruan tinggi, sekolah tersebut tidak perlu mendapatkan undangan khusus dari perguruan tinggi negeri yang dituju. Jadi, melalui jalur ini semua sekolah dapat mengajukan siswanya ke UI atau perguruan tinggi negeri lain asalkan siswa tersebut berprestasi serendah-rendahnya berperingkat 25% terbaik di kelasnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pelaksanaan Penerimaan &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penerimaan S1 Reguler:&lt;br /&gt;1. PPKB : November 2010 – Januari 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. SNMPTN&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; a.Jalur Undangan: Februari – April 2011 (Tentativ)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; b.Jalur Ujian Tulis: Setelah Pelaksanaan UN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. SIMAK UI: Awal Juli (Tentativ, tergantung pada pelaksanaan SNMPTN)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penerimaan Program Pendidikan&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; Vokasi, S1 Kelas Paralel, S1 KKI, S1 Ekstensi,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt; S2, S3 dan profesi/spesialis  Gelombang 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dilakukan melalui SIMAK UI yang direncanakan diselenggarakan pada awal Juli (Tentativ, tergantung pada pelaksanaan SNMPTN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seperti itulah kira-kira informasi yang disampaikan kemarin. Untuk informasi lebih lanjut silahkan hubungi Departemen Kesejahteraan Mahasiswa Universitas Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Rewrite from: Grafity FISIP UI)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-1349219932463100281?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/1349219932463100281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=1349219932463100281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/1349219932463100281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/1349219932463100281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2011/01/informasi-penerimaan-mahasiswa-baru.html' title='Informasi Penerimaan Mahasiswa Baru Universitas Indonesia Tahun 2011'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-897432638246631752</id><published>2010-12-30T14:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T14:25:16.427+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Plan B of my dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSygPfphA37JsNaQEs4PHP5PlkhJGM3ddl4OIOpTx1tHdCyWAsaWw" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSygPfphA37JsNaQEs4PHP5PlkhJGM3ddl4OIOpTx1tHdCyWAsaWw" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bschool.pepperdine.edu/alumni/successes/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PricewaterhouseCoopers-logo1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://bschool.pepperdine.edu/alumni/successes/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PricewaterhouseCoopers-logo1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://aaronmichel.com/mpc/docs/images/CPA.jpg?1270689825246" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="261" src="http://aaronmichel.com/mpc/docs/images/CPA.jpg?1270689825246" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;all of them are things i needed to get my carrier better. the important one is the last, the certified to make clearly about my accountant carrier and i can open my office as public accountant if i had that one :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;after that, i can work as accountant in E&amp;amp;Y or PWC which are the big five accountant company in the world. my dreams are high and impossible, but why not to make them one? being imagine this things really made me happy and more energetic to more attractive in college :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-897432638246631752?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/897432638246631752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=897432638246631752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/897432638246631752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/897432638246631752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2010/12/plan-b-of-my-dreams.html' title='Plan B of my dreams'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-2012123515793741690</id><published>2010-12-29T22:27:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T22:32:23.735+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>My dream!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://artshangkala.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/lambang-negara-garuda-pancasila.jpg?w=274&amp;amp;h=300" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://artshangkala.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/lambang-negara-garuda-pancasila.jpg?w=274&amp;amp;h=300" width="182" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://remarchtitoh07.student.ipb.ac.id/files/2010/07/1445097620X310.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://remarchtitoh07.student.ipb.ac.id/files/2010/07/1445097620X310.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diri gue buat bangsa gue, negara gue yang indah, walaupun perekonomiannya bobrok, seenggaknya gue bertekad masuk memperbaiki ke salah satu pilar terkuat di negara ini, &lt;b&gt;Bank Indonesia&lt;/b&gt;. Doakan saya kawan, dari sekarang jalan gue mulai berubah, tapi tetap selangkah dekat menuju bakti gue ke negara tercinta. walaupun cinta gue nggak harus diwujudkan dengan menjadi duta besar :') Bismillah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-2012123515793741690?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/2012123515793741690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=2012123515793741690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/2012123515793741690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/2012123515793741690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-dream.html' title='My dream!'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-1809728512338912620</id><published>2010-12-29T10:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T10:35:31.386+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>HOLIDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sayonara, Final exam. &lt;b style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;Hollaaa, HOLIDAY!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;until the seventh February, i'm available :*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the biggest F word for my understanding business score! F, you! F, you! scratched my holiday, my first day holiday!! shit!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-1809728512338912620?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/1809728512338912620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=1809728512338912620' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/1809728512338912620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/1809728512338912620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2010/12/holiday.html' title='HOLIDAY'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-4250376596828935108</id><published>2010-12-24T18:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T18:38:49.890+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>X-mas eve</title><content type='html'>All day long i had spent almost my time in here for what? prepare the last exam, 9 sks in 2 main subject. After this long punishment, i'll party with my old friends :) what a nice plans. i hope i will get more adds for my pocket, because you know, hang out means money out. aaargh i can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i will celebrate Christmas eve today because 70% boarders in pinky are christian. so, i'll join to catch up many cakes and coke here. Once more; Happy Christmas for everyone!! Hope santa got something nice to you &lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;♡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-4250376596828935108?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/4250376596828935108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=4250376596828935108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/4250376596828935108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/4250376596828935108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2010/12/x-mas-eve.html' title='X-mas eve'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-1468392674844161602</id><published>2010-12-20T12:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T12:17:51.569+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Matekbitch! Shit!</title><content type='html'>Ada baiknya setelah kalian berusaha keras, langsung aja berikhtiar dan berserah diri untuk hasilnya. Apapun entah itu akan menghasilkan yang baik atau yang buruk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contohnya seperti gue sekarang, habis UAS matekbis, cocokin jawaban dan ternyata jawaban gue banyak salah. paling nyesek pas bagian nomor terakhir, salah semua karena salah masukin fungsi doang. entah bagaimana nasih matek gue, padahal gue cuma bisa mengandalkan matek aja (karena gue anak ipa).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baru tau salahnya tadi pas ngitung ulang, emang dasarnya nggak teliti aja. udah besar kepala nganggap soalnya gampang. banyak banget pelajaran buat gue di UAS semester pertama ini. Harusnya gue bisa maksimal tapi nggak bisa karena banyak faktor, salah satu faktornya ya dari diri gue sendiri ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intinya gue berserah diri aja lah, Wallahu alam. kalau dipikirin juga, nggak akan selesai-selesai. Adanya juga gue makin stress, ya kan? nggak usah nandingin temen satu kosan deh, komaaa. udah pasti lo yang paling begoo! (maaf ngomong sendiri)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress. Stress. Bobot 20% hilang begitu saja, karena salah nulis.&lt;br /&gt;yaudah, insya Allah masih ada 3 lagi; Akuntansi, Statekbis, sama MPKT (2,3,6)&lt;br /&gt;bismillah: semoga akuntansi lancaaaar kayak air, amin.&lt;br /&gt;lancar dan telitiii, amin amiin. doakan yaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: udah lama nggak ngeblog, nanti pas liburan bakal gue ceritain semua hal yang menarik di kampus :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-1468392674844161602?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/1468392674844161602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=1468392674844161602' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/1468392674844161602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/1468392674844161602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2010/12/matekbitch-shit.html' title='Matekbitch! Shit!'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-1787457496052817569</id><published>2010-12-07T14:32:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T14:34:35.966+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Hurt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Seems like it was yesterday when I saw your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;You told me how proud you were, but I walked away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;If only I knew what I know today, ooh, ooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I would hold you in my arms, I would take the pain away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Thank you for all you've done, forgive all your mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;There's nothing I wouldn't do to hear your voice again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Sometimes I wanna call you but I know you won't be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Oh, I'm sorry for blaming you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;For everything I just couldn't do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;And I've hurt myself by hurting you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Some days I feel broke inside but I won't admit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Sometimes I just wanna hide 'cause it's you I miss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;And it's so hard to say goodbye when it comes to this, ooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Would you tell me I was wrong? Would you help me understand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Are you looking down upon me? Are you proud of who I am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;There's nothing I wouldn't do to have just one more chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;To look into your eyes and see you looking back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Oh, I'm sorry for blaming you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;For everything I just couldn't do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;And I've hurt myself, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;If I had just one more day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I would tell you how much that I've missed you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Since you've been away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Oh, it's dangerous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;It's so out of line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;To try and turn back time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I'm sorry for blaming you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;For everything I just couldn't do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;And I've hurt myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;By hurting you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: sienna; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;by &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Christina Aguilera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;i cried yesterday while singing this one. it lyrics was so fantastic sad, make me remember my dad whom in hospital because get sick. alhamdulillah, now he is fully recovery :)&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/8415217812373236411-1787457496052817569?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/1787457496052817569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=1787457496052817569' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/1787457496052817569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/1787457496052817569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2010/12/hurt.html' title='Hurt'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-5232736968638758652</id><published>2010-12-05T21:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T21:44:06.358+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>My coffee is my toxin, but i love it</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;..&lt;i&gt;Kafein menghambat enzim-enzim yang digunakan dalam pembentukan memori, dan pada akhirnya menyebabkan hilangnya memori. Telah ditunjukkan bahwa kafein menghambat enzim fosfodiesterase, yang terlibat dalam proses pembelajaran dan perkembangan memori&lt;/i&gt;.. -headlineindonesia.wordpress.com&lt;/blockquote&gt;or i will translate that my lovely caffeine is somehow can obstruct my memories and finally affect to a lost memories. you know, in my lately post i've been talking about "i felt weird because i had forgotten all my memories in old days when elementary and now, in junior high school". I'm just remember some people which is really keep in touch with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really love coffee since elementary school. i always drink that chemical thingy after school ended. what it called, pop iced blended. in junior, i cut the coffee with mango juice everyday and made me healthy -mom's said. in high school, i came back with that brown liquid and in love last one year because i met up with national exam and simak ui which was need my full attention, focus, and strength. i need the coffee, everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom, idk why but never stop me to&amp;nbsp; pick the coffee in stores, never blame me for drink it every morning like a granddaddy or grandmommy. and i realize what i'm doing now. i knew the consequence(s), i knew it. i love my life, my flat life :) but idk about my future. and i just love the way i drink that brown liquid everyday. i just love every seconds i waste when i drink that toxin. i don't feel the sick now, maybe five or ten years later i will be in bed, one of the consequences i knew before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now on my mom angry if i mixed the coffee in kitchen every morning, idk why she angry now. it's too late. i am addict with it. i can't leave with it. i just love my toxin until i die. i should warn you that others things that you should move away was coffee but cigarettes and alcohol and drugs. coffee is more devil than you thinking before. it kills you second by second. sweet, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the problem is, i am cry. i love my life but i don't know that the affect of my little coffee shown up this fast. i don't know, but just don't take me this five years. i wanna finish my assignment, fulfill my promises with my parents, seeing my sister grown up and has a boyfriend. my chocolate things made me sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i can't turn away. i meet it everyday. in every menu that showed front of my face. in every cabin that house had. in my dorm, my room, and now presented in my glass accompany me doing the resume for tomorrow. oh god, what should i do? :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-5232736968638758652?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/5232736968638758652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=5232736968638758652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/5232736968638758652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/5232736968638758652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-coffee-is-my-toxin-but-i-love-it.html' title='My coffee is my toxin, but i love it'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-7933184758452200030</id><published>2010-12-04T12:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T12:55:11.791+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Galau</title><content type='html'>Cuma di sini tempat di mana gue bisa dengan nyaman cerita dan berbagi perasaan, kehidupan sehari-hari gue, dan hal-hal yang gue nggak bisa lakukan dengan kondisi saat ini. Tiba-tiba tadi, rasanya, gue pengen banget ngetik dan cerita perasaan gue sekarang, perasaan anak labil dan galau di hari sabtu, sendirian di kosan, nggak tau mau ngapain selain belajar buat UAS minggu depan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini ulang tahun salah satu teman gue di kosan. dan kerjaan gue sekarang menunggu dia pulang bersama geng temannya (yang berkomplot bareng gue) buat ngasih surprise. Sambil nunggu di kamar, tiba-tiba, muncul perassan sedih galau gue, tentang hal hal suprise haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalian tau? gue sekarang masih tujuh belas tahun, dan di Indonesia, tujuh belas tahun itu berarti banget. Karena di umur segini, menurut gue, ulang tahun yang ada berbeda dari biasanya. Sweet seventeen gue sangat sangat biasa. no surprise, no party, no cake. nothing :) rasanya sedih banget. harusnya gue nggak sesedih itu, karena biasanya hari ulang tahun gue sama aja kayak hari biasa di dalam hidup gue. bedanya cuma ada ucapan selamat ulang tahun aja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gue suka banget berada di antara keramaian. di mana gue merasa kalau gue itu ada. nggak kayak sekarang, di kamar sendirian. kalau di saat saat begini, gue merasa kalau gue mati sekarang nggak akan ada yang peduli. karena gue bukan apa-apa, bukan siapa-siapa dari siapapun. gue kenal banyak orang, dan mereka kenal gue. tapi itu semua nggak ada gunanya. karena mereka bukan siapa-siapa gue. itu kerasa banget. dari dulu hal itu selalu ada dalam kehidupan gue. di mana 'mereka' ada saat mereka butuh gue atau gue butuh mereka. tapi di saat nggak ada urusan atau hal hal yang mendesak, mereka menghilang kayak angin. lewar kayak angin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kata seseorang, gue butuh perhatian. haus perhatian. and yes i do. is that wrong? gue rasa enggak. masa lalu gue cukup kelam sehingga bisa buat gue jadi kayak gue yang sekarang. dan semuanya bisa gue jalani dengan lancar, alhamdulillah. gue cewek tangguh. seberapapun sakitnya hidup di sini, tersenyum di sini, gue akan berusaha sebaik-baiknya. cuma, terkadang di hari sabtu, ada saatnya gue merasa down banget, flash back apa aja yang udah terjadi, mengingat hal hal nggak enak dan semacamnya. huft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kemaren gue jalan bareng kelompok salah satu teman gue. dan rasanya.. menyenangkan tertawa lepas setelah sekian lama nggak ada yang bisa membuat gue ketawa kayak gitu. rasanya beban tiga bulan di sini hilang seketika. perut gue sampai melilit. nggak ada hal menjaga image yang gue lihat di sana. benar-benar kemurnian pertemanan. (nah teman gue yang ulang tahun datang-- sebentar..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oke. lanjut. kalau ketemu hal-hal begitu, jadi kangen teman SMA. nggak juga sih, cuma di SMA rasanya teman akan seenggaknya ada karena lo duduk di tempat yang sama, dengan teman sebangku yang seenggaknya akan ada di situ, mendengarkan keluh kesah lo di sela-sela pelajaran yang kalau didengarkan juga nggak penting-penting banget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kalau di kuliah ini, jangan harap ngobrol. gue berintropeksi diri untuk tidak mengobrol di sela-sela kuliah karena setiap kata yang keluar di mulut dosen lo walaupun dia keliatannya sedang bercanda sekalipun, itu ternyata bisa aja keluar di ujian akhir semester lo! itu bedanya dengan kuliah. sedangkan, saat di dalam kelas itu lah, saat di mana gue merasa mereka ada. yaah whateverlah sekarang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gue cuma bisa berharap gue akan bertahan di sini. perasaan galau gue ini mudah-mudahan cepet ilaaaang. rasanya jadi pengen tidur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: gue belom cerita tentang film doc days ya? JGTC juga belom? iya ya.. gue juga pengen cerita tentang seminar hebat yang gue datangin, Kompek gathering, Akuntansi gathering, daaan Gossip Girl :) banyak ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-7933184758452200030?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/7933184758452200030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=7933184758452200030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/7933184758452200030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/7933184758452200030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2010/12/galau.html' title='Galau'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-4115160048295039753</id><published>2010-11-27T22:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T22:52:18.896+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='info'/><title type='text'>Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn.techpp.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/free-harry-potter-7-theme-for-windows.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" src="http://cdn.techpp.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/free-harry-potter-7-theme-for-windows.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Finally, i have watched the part one of final chapter of Harry Potter. i went with my friend after finished my class in campus, took my things from home in my boarding house, and went to Plaza Senayan to catch up this movie. I don't know why i agree with my friend to watch in Pancoran than Margoda which is very near from my boarding house-- but i knew it maybe because tonight is saturday night and i never used it as well is can be. not tonight too, because my friend is a girl -__-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;my impression about this movie is soooo great! i got the front seat, the second line from front. i thought that i was unlucky to watch it from there, but it was wrong. i felt really awesome there, i really felt closer to daniel, emma, and rupert :* they are so big in the screen, and it was really like saw a 3D film! the sound, the graphic, anything in the movie is perfect! the story really touched, and conclude the main point from novel. Emma looks great, daniel and rupert too. They were totally grown up became such a great actor and actress. The director was cool! i can't say anything else, you must watch it to know how great is it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After seen the movie, i spent my time in Gramedia to look up the book, peek in new release and found the book of harry potter and the cast!! the price is $40 and i have seen all the contents because i found the one had a broken sealed. i saw many cool photos there :) there is a photo where Daniel and Rupert met for the first time and holding hands each other with shy (cute!), there is a photo where daniel from ten years old until now wore Gryfindoor jackets, and it was really cool photos. Emma from first series until now, and Rupert too. Hermione's stand in, Voldemort with his nose, dumbledore, the twins weasley from child until now :') and the most cool things inside are there are: Envelope and mail from first movie that told Harry about he is a new student in hogwarts! the envelope was cool! the stamp!! the words and dumbledore's signature too, oh god. and then, there is magic label for the liquid magic bottle of your labor tools in Hermione's world. There are HIDDEN-MAP from third movie which are really really cool!!! you said lumos and something that you don't know anything-- i forget the spell, you had it! i touched it! cool. and there is ball yewn invited in fifth movie with white envelope and cristal palace background. cool! there is twin-weasley catalog too, and hogsmeade catalog :D i really want to eat that one, the candy weird flavors. what else? the photos, and the things inside really really worth for $40 :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/deathly-hallows-symbol-harry-potter-and-the-deathly-hallows-564456_1422_1545.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://images.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/deathly-hallows-symbol-harry-potter-and-the-deathly-hallows-564456_1422_1545.jpg" width="294" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;deathly hallows symbol. remembered me of something haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I love Harry Potter so much, thanks J.K Rowling for imagined him and his best-friends. I love his movies, too. Lucky for Daniel Radcliffe, Emma Watson, and Rupert Green which can be as main cast in this one, so they can famous like now. Lucky, very lucky. Oh, i saw 70% discount books and bought one. Something i don;t know when will i read, but this one really interesting thing. I am going crazy back then in Pelangi, when saw many shoes and bags with big sale. Can somebody stop me to not buy the shoe or bag? thanked that my friend can. She really really protect me like as my mom did -__- i wanna try the shoes at least, but she won't allowed me, so dare! hhaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, i should sleep now. Going to JGTC tomorrow, meet many people and finally watch the Trax live on my own eyes (yeah!). If you saw me, call me and talk to me :) see you there, buddies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-4115160048295039753?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/4115160048295039753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=4115160048295039753' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/4115160048295039753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/4115160048295039753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2010/11/harry-potter-and-deathly-hallows.html' title='Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-8698516734952361725</id><published>2010-11-26T22:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T22:50:38.092+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>i won't sleep tonight. either to switch on my skype, for just chit-chat.&lt;br /&gt;i've passed four months here. pretending for something i just don't know about the-exist-or-not&lt;br /&gt;doing something i hate the most, learning something i don't like and not interested enough&lt;br /&gt;i am laughing for something that unfunny and not funny. not funny. scary.&lt;br /&gt;i am sick of it, this situation, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;but, i did something wrong from the earlier that i can't pull it back&lt;br /&gt;i have to considered the responsibility that i had&lt;br /&gt;the time that i've pass by is not easy to get back again&lt;br /&gt;i have to learn many things. i have to stand here, whatever the risk&lt;br /&gt;whatever the kind of things faced on me&lt;br /&gt;i am just want to run. but i can not run, i'm standing here, with tears and cry.&lt;br /&gt;but not even a tears drop by, i'm just hide it far away from everyone&lt;br /&gt;because it was hurt for me if someone know and care too much of this one&lt;br /&gt;my problem was so terrible. please, be kind to not interfere my business, my problem&lt;br /&gt;you away from this, i'm glad, surely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, something that you hide too long and too hurt for kept it by your own will be as yours as time goes by, because you have made the world seem careless for you, even they are really care for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-8698516734952361725?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/8698516734952361725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=8698516734952361725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/8698516734952361725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/8698516734952361725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post_26.html' title='-'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-1850994217394618253</id><published>2010-11-26T21:47:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T21:47:29.100+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>:9</title><content type='html'>the last three day in my lovely campus area had been some amazing event held, by the way. i could call this as the week of campaign for the leader of FEUI 2011 in BEM and BPM. yesterday i saw flash mob in makara park which is a campaign from team number 1. number 2 and number 3 made a great campaign i thought, because they gave us free worksheet of final exam last year :) and even, the number 2 made a challenge and the winner can get the JGTC's ticket for free! cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, i am in my home right now. full of tired, lack, and stress cured in home easily. sometimes i think to live in my home is better than live alone without someone care and understand you. but somehow, live in the boarding house so much better, i don't know but i thanked because my home is in jakarta, so i can choose both of them easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, tomorrow i will go by train (again) to attend my mathematical class, wish i can get the point and add my currently score for mid-exam. and hope for me that tomorrow i can go to the movie for watching the Harry Potter- i delayed for watch this movie, not because i'm busy or what. just do not have the money haha. and now, i have, so let's watch it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random. today i eat like a pig, so many food i had ate. now, i am eating the magnum-- the famous one that i don't know why. the taste is okay, just okay. the price is.. a little hurt me. hurt my pocket.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-1850994217394618253?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/1850994217394618253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=1850994217394618253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/1850994217394618253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/1850994217394618253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2010/11/9.html' title=':9'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-8418544575627742732</id><published>2010-11-24T19:47:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T19:47:00.953+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Huft</title><content type='html'>what date today? oh, twenny three and i'm suck of anything here. like such a fool girl, watching carefully in class but never understand what am i learned, i'm just doing some psychological things like said "I am okay, doing okay, everything will be okay and i will make my parents proud" dozen times like a crazy to keep my self stronger here, i am struggle here alone, no one want to understand me (who is me) and i won't either. okay, sorry random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like deja vu, or i really had many deja vu now on, what is it mean? anyway, like deja vu, i will say that i am now PANIIIIIC!! two weeks again walk to the scary things in my whole life, my future, final exam in first semester. wish me luck, people. i will keep fighting to struggle in studying against my neighborhood at boarding house- altius, retta, bunga, wina, tika, and wirda whom are really clever people. except me, really. i am not clever anyway, just want to clever and want to live in this jungle, staying alive and speak loudly to my mom and dad, that their daughter will make them go to holy place, saudi arabia, going hajj, amin :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever the situation here, any reason and condition which me faced, i will remember my mom and dad. I am here, for they, for their smiles, ya Allah. keep me walk in straight way. Bismillah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ps: i'm sick now, feeling cold and now drinking the hot tea. hope not get the thypus&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-8418544575627742732?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/8418544575627742732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=8418544575627742732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/8418544575627742732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/8418544575627742732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2010/11/huft.html' title='Huft'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-4191775447649449852</id><published>2010-11-22T18:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T18:35:58.237+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>I don't know but i just realized that i'm very addict with dvds now on. yesterday i've finished watched five films; Chibi Maruko Dorama, Salt, Confession of Shopaholic, My Bestfriend's girl, and Princess &amp;amp; me. All of them are great and makes me dying, imagining about something unreal and so on. Today, i'm going to campus in the morning with unbreeze spirit to what? to watch the documentary movies (hehe) held in auditorium. I enjoyed the free coffee, popcorn, magazines, journal, goodie bag (which there's unique black shirt that i want to modified) and surely, seven documentary movies which are soooooo great! i don't know but the documentary movies are interesting enough and recommended to be watch because you can see something real from the real source, real object, real problems, like you are in there, near them and feeling the love, guilty, hates, also others feeling more felt, i think. I will talked about all the doc. movies later, after tomorrow session, the second days of documentary days will be held. I will come again, get the coffee, sit before my first class in campus, and enjoyed my holy-tuesday in campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaah, what should i say? i love my campus? hahaa, i don't know, today there are three events held at the same time at the same place. Many free snacks and some unique things everywhere.. i love this :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-4191775447649449852?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/4191775447649449852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=4191775447649449852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/4191775447649449852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/4191775447649449852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-3500119993928765599</id><published>2010-11-22T18:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T18:23:22.740+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='info'/><title type='text'>The 33rd Jazz Goes to Campus Festival: Unleash the Jazz Within</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://u.kaskus.us/56/rx3zpi50.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://u.kaskus.us/56/rx3zpi50.jpg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;BEM faculty of economics proudly present, &lt;b style="color: #444444;"&gt;JGTC&lt;/b&gt;. will be held at Sunday, &lt;b&gt;28&lt;/b&gt; November 2010, 10 am until done, in front of campus economics, Depok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ticket price; presale &lt;b&gt;Rp. 37.000,-&lt;/b&gt; and Onthespot&lt;b&gt; Rp 45.000,- &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The guest artists:&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Maliq n d’Essentials,&lt;/span&gt; Andien, The Groove Reunion,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: #666666;"&gt;Tokyo Blue (Malaysia), Idang Rasjidi, Indro Hardjodikoro, Endah N Rhesa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;, JGTC presents: Mawar Merah Tribute to SLANK ; An All Female Ensemble, Margie Segers, Ermy Kulit, Rien Djamain and friends feat. Oele Pattiselanno, Jakarta Broadway Team, Bag Trio feat. Beat Craft, Andre Harihandoyo and Sonic People, IYR (Indonesian Youth Regeneration), Ade Irawan feat. Komunitas Jazz Kemayoran, Sketsa, Nita Aartsen feat. Anda “Bunga”, Caniday, Fourtunes Fever, Suddenly September, Akordeon, Shadow Puppets, Kristian Dharma and The Kriskruise, Klab Jazz Bandung, Margo Rising Stars, 1st Impression, Voiceless &amp;amp; Soulastic, Madah Bahana UI Marching Band, JGTC Competition 1st, 2nd, 3rd winner, JGTC Children Workshop, and BSO Band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You can get the tickets here;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;at campus FEUI depok, Aquarius, Disc tarra, Ibu Dibjo, Rajakarcis.com, Duta Suara and Tiketnonton.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooor, you can comment here and speak up that you want to buy the ticket presale from me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;for further information&lt;/u&gt;, you can contact&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; Jaiko &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;at 0878 8101 5928 (for event) and &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Indah&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; at 0857 1891 2988 (for ticket).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'll be waiting for your coming, unleash the Jazz! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-3500119993928765599?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/3500119993928765599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=3500119993928765599' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/3500119993928765599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/3500119993928765599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2010/11/33rd-jazz-goes-to-campus-festival.html' title='The 33rd Jazz Goes to Campus Festival: Unleash the Jazz Within'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-3982924537870368585</id><published>2010-11-14T13:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T13:25:28.751+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Ipang - Bintang Hidupku</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aku slalu bernyanyi&lt;br /&gt;Lagu yang engkau ciptakan&lt;br /&gt;Kau nyanyikan&lt;br /&gt;Dan &lt;b&gt;aku slalu ikuti&lt;br /&gt;Semua cerita tentangmu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari-harimu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kau... Jadi inspirasiku&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smangat hidup&lt;br /&gt;Dikala aku sedih&lt;br /&gt;Dikala aku senang&lt;br /&gt;Disaat sendiri dan kesepian&lt;br /&gt;Kau bintang di hatiku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apapun yang kau lakukan&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baik dan buruk bagiku&lt;br /&gt;Tetap indah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tak satupun alasan&lt;br /&gt;Untuk melupakanmu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meninggalkanmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aku slalu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berdiri mendukungmu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dikala engkau terbang&lt;br /&gt;Dikala engkau jatuh&lt;br /&gt;Sampai mati&lt;br /&gt;Ku kan tetap setia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku slalu&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berdiri di blakangmu&lt;br /&gt;Di kala kau dipuja&lt;br /&gt;Di kala kau dihina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sampai mati&lt;br /&gt;Ku kan tetap membela&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kau tetap bintangku&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau superstarku&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;***&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;my favorite old song for four until five years, always played in my playlist. this song remain me from my history with my two girls, which apart far away from me, Retta and Putri. but who care? i just know that we still be friends each other, still planned to meet each other, yaaa not frequently. but they are my precious friend. no one would be like us, whom together for four years! haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and i miss you, girls. please don't think i'm not miss you because i'm just do not wall or sms, you know how lazy i am hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-3982924537870368585?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/3982924537870368585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=3982924537870368585' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/3982924537870368585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/3982924537870368585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2010/11/ipang-bintang-hidupku.html' title='Ipang - Bintang Hidupku'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-5790787084346126192</id><published>2010-11-12T14:47:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T14:47:50.487+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boomed!</title><content type='html'>Capek. Lemas. Letih. Lesu. Tau kenapa? karena ada satu hal yang membuat gue nggak nyaman selama di kampus. Ada satu hal. Beberapa orang yang rasanya nggak suka sama gue, tapi mau nggak mau gue harus sama mereka. Gue udah berdoa sama yang di atas, udah berusaha ngikutin saran mama, buat menghindar cari musuh atau lawan di kampus, karena itu bahaya. Tapi entah kenapa, mungkin faktor wajah atau mereka kurang mengenal gue, sehingga mereka-atau salah satu dari mereka berfikir negatif terhadap gue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadang, keadaan itu bisa bikin gue tersiksa banget. Jujur aja, seumur hidup gue nggak pernah dalam kondisi begini. Kalau di ingat lagi, gue nggak pernah ketawa lepas seperti dulu sampai kehabisan napas, sampai gue ngeluarin suara bengek, dan perut kesakitan. Di sini semuanya&lt;b&gt; jaga image, saling nggak percaya, berkelompok, nggak bebas, dan semaunya sendiri&lt;/b&gt;. Satu lagi hal yang gue nggak suka; kebanyakan dari mereka semua &lt;b&gt;nggak jujur dan punya senyum palsu&lt;/b&gt;!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya, gue berani nulis hal begini di blog ini, karena gue capek nyimpen. Mau cerita juga sama siapa? Temen-temen yang lain juga ngerasa hal ini cuma perasaan gue aja. Hah, capek banget. Mau nggak mau gue terkadang ikut cara mereka bersosialisasi, dan itu nggak gue banget. Rasanya gue mau ke psikolog sama salah satu temen gue di sini, sebelum gue stress beneran :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ps: dinikeee, :'(&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-5790787084346126192?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/5790787084346126192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=5790787084346126192' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/5790787084346126192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/5790787084346126192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2010/11/boomed.html' title='Boomed!'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-75039317417180193</id><published>2010-11-10T20:55:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T22:21:02.342+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Don't read, it's junk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://wfn.typepad.com/.a/6a0105364cdc73970c0112790cb40c28a4-800wi" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://wfn.typepad.com/.a/6a0105364cdc73970c0112790cb40c28a4-800wi" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Killing my time and random things showed quickly. the random was about&lt;b&gt; my kind of man.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;old days, my friends told me that i always interest with someone named lead with F or A word. i don't know about that if it was true or nope. I think it just a coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;i do and agree like someone who can play basket ball than soccer, i don't know why. maybe it just because jump and shoot were cool enough. and i really really give my eyes to someone who took his time sitting in mosque, pray, and read the Al-Qur'an, keeping his wudhu and won't to touch girl's hand. Er, something like that. I don't like someone tall, should be enough if he has height as tall as me or a lil more cm. what else? hm. he should be funny, calm, and smart. kind and love to cat also others animal- like me. would fain and don't mind about me who like to go around and not stay just in home. oh! the most important thing, he should has white skin, or yellow at least. (hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope, he come from Japan or England whom moeslem and likes cats :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't read it if you think it was junk and useless. it is my bloooog, my blooog hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-75039317417180193?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/75039317417180193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=75039317417180193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/75039317417180193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/75039317417180193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2010/11/dont-read-its-junk.html' title='Don&apos;t read, it&apos;s junk'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-1641216026428118663</id><published>2010-11-10T15:20:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T15:20:46.215+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Pinky Gathering</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/TNpSge669CI/AAAAAAAAAkA/WxfPg4OsHAw/s1600/Untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/TNpSge669CI/AAAAAAAAAkA/WxfPg4OsHAw/s1600/Untitled.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 3 Nov, i invited to attend the ceremony for new comers in my board house, Pinky :)&lt;br /&gt;that day was Wednesday and it was my heaviest day ever in a week, i'm going home in empty stomach and full of tired, i forgot about the invitation. when i want to go upstair in center side of building, i viewed my senior had been ready and waited for us (oow) and i looked the table also chairs had removed for the party. I said okay to senior about i will go downstairs after took a bath.. and i finally partied with all pinkers (•ˆ⌣ˆ•)&lt;br /&gt;we did the introducing part, ate the cookies, ate the supper, they tricky us to show something funny, sang, ate again, and for hours or more did the police-and-crook by cards :)&lt;br /&gt;and know we have known each other, i knew who is in room number 3 and 5 for example, and i knew who's like to played disco music every night very loudly :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thank to my mom who sent me to this boarding house, and believe in me to take care my self even Pinky is mixed-male and female boarding house. Love ya' mam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-1641216026428118663?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/1641216026428118663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=1641216026428118663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/1641216026428118663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/1641216026428118663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2010/11/pinky-gathering.html' title='Pinky Gathering'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/TNpSge669CI/AAAAAAAAAkA/WxfPg4OsHAw/s72-c/Untitled.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-8144221429039230197</id><published>2010-11-10T11:33:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T11:47:37.370+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Bye Obama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://c0013539.cdn1.cloudfiles.rackspacecloud.com/x2_35637d3" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://c0013539.cdn1.cloudfiles.rackspacecloud.com/x2_35637d3" width="320" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;the rare-invitation &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so! this is it, he finally really really come to Indonesia, give general lecture in my campus, visiting the biggest mosque in Indonesia. He really did it.&lt;br /&gt;I sum up his speech, cut the indonesian words which to make us interest to his speech, i got about scholarship and exchanges issues-- which really did me wow, happy incredibly. about he promise to stop the war and told about United States won't to make a war with moeslem. About the iraq, i hope he can make the promise to be real. about how great consideration and understanding between our difference in Indonesia of religion, about the culture which he likes-- sate bakso haha. I kept his promise, and not to be so blowed. There must be something hidden, you know. It's politic. Politic means everything :) we should aware. Government please be careful to make any treaty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had compared our president speech with his speech which are very different in any means. First, the gesture. You may said that it just because he is not our president, but hey look! he really did wow all the people with bahasa talks, memorize about his past, he knew what we like. Our president, should make some movement like him, to pull up citizen's interest. You know, lately we have lost our belief because some issues spread. I think our president can applicant this method :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, euforia still hot haha my friends in high school whom got exchange to america had give regards by hand because he stood in front. He shooted the in our local television and got interviewed. Got the shirt, and met many important person. Dozen of my college's came to and saw the speech from a far. Not bad than never. i hope Obama can hold his promises, and come back next year to Indonesia, especially UI again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://c0013539.cdn1.cloudfiles.rackspacecloud.com/x2_355407a" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://c0013539.cdn1.cloudfiles.rackspacecloud.com/x2_355407a" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;picture from: Tifatul Sembiring and Anin :) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-8144221429039230197?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/8144221429039230197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=8144221429039230197' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/8144221429039230197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/8144221429039230197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2010/11/bye-obama.html' title='Bye Obama'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-4677253827373185765</id><published>2010-11-09T22:21:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T22:32:33.780+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Again ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs362.snc4/44546_141336545901986_141336345902006_179943_564360_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs362.snc4/44546_141336545901986_141336345902006_179943_564360_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yeeey, i accepted be a family of Kompek 13th as LO&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(~‾▿‾)~~(‾▿‾~) (~‾▿‾)~~(‾▿‾~)&lt;/b&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/8415217812373236411-4677253827373185765?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/4677253827373185765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=4677253827373185765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/4677253827373185765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/4677253827373185765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2010/11/again.html' title='Again ?'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-4967378745282189537</id><published>2010-11-09T18:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T18:04:19.543+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Welcoming Obama to Depok</title><content type='html'>Geez, if you lived here you will know how great the enthusiastic of Indonesia about the departure number one people of America, Barrack Obama. Especially the mass media. Really picturing Indonesia was, overact.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, the president will held the general lecture in University of Indonesia-- finally i can see my campus on my own country's tv. I can't attend because i didn't receive invitation and call from Mr. Banu-- still i hope he will call me tonight. So, i will catch up what will he says in my campus tomorrow by my notebook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-4967378745282189537?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/4967378745282189537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=4967378745282189537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/4967378745282189537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/4967378745282189537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2010/11/welcoming-obama-to-depok.html' title='Welcoming Obama to Depok'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-5764486687040053276</id><published>2010-11-09T13:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T13:44:02.361+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Review: The Proposal</title><content type='html'>Okay, had just finished the comedy-romantic film i rented yesterday night: The Proposal.&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda cute story, strong woman against man haha. Oh, i saw the actor here looks a like my friend in campus, really really same. Uhm, i can't be a good reviewers, is it? I'm too lazy to retell the story haha. My comment is just watch it and you will laugh as me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.entertainmentwallpaper.com/images/desktops/movie/the_proposal01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://www.entertainmentwallpaper.com/images/desktops/movie/the_proposal01.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-5764486687040053276?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/5764486687040053276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=5764486687040053276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/5764486687040053276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/5764486687040053276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2010/11/review-proposal.html' title='Review: The Proposal'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-8948762449688504931</id><published>2010-11-09T09:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T09:46:26.000+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Marathon</title><content type='html'>This is incredibly day; i got my holiday! thanks obama.&lt;br /&gt;anyway. today i with some of my friends marathon around our campus via backyard and forest kutek to get our final destination, asrama. ended with took some photos, we decided to get back to kutek by yellow bus. but, who knows that today some colleges don't get the holiday like us, so we got the wrong costume in yellow bus. just pretend okay we talk along and stop by at Kukel, ate the porridge and again took the yellow bus to our boarding house. sees like when we marathon, didn't show any security or USSS or TNI or anything scary around campus. just like usual, before Obama come.. UI is like usual. Silent and quiet, wanna have a class, bored until die in front my laptop doing the assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay gotta go, doing the assignment, and watch a lot from rent pirates dvd :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-8948762449688504931?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/8948762449688504931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=8948762449688504931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/8948762449688504931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/8948762449688504931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2010/11/marathon.html' title='Marathon'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-5333834146163345557</id><published>2010-11-07T13:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T13:06:06.930+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Why oh why</title><content type='html'>I often watched film at the movies with my friends. And sometimes they bought me the ticket freely but all the film i assure you that was a scary movies and horror or thriller. Like three days ago, i with my friend watched the movie at Pondok Indah Mall and decided to watch &lt;i&gt;Boo! &lt;/i&gt;-i'm not who decided to watch this one thought.&lt;br /&gt;Before entered the room, i knew this film is bad enough to watch. But i don't care because it was free. Oh man, my feeling was right. It was so bad, jerk creepy, and fake ghost. The story was funny enough to re-tell. Oh man, we even don't discuss the film anymore after watch it, that mean the film really bad. Again, i remembered my friend's quote that said Hollywood had a bad movies thought hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.upcominghorrormovies.com/movies/boo2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.upcominghorrormovies.com/movies/boo2.jpg" width="247" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year ago, when i still a high school girl when halloween with tecchapoccie i spent my time in movies to watch &lt;i&gt;Halloween&lt;/i&gt; film. I don't know for sure but after saw it, i felt yuck and my ears disturbed enough to hear &lt;i&gt;fu*ck &lt;/i&gt;words so many in that film. oh! and even it haven't any halloween things like the title, so we called the film as Junk film we had watched ever -__- waste our money so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't to spend my money anymore for creepy movies, ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-5333834146163345557?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/5333834146163345557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=5333834146163345557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/5333834146163345557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/5333834146163345557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2010/11/why-oh-why.html' title='Why oh why'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-6382632831216061828</id><published>2010-11-07T12:37:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T12:55:07.671+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>They in my night</title><content type='html'>I used this week balanced with studies and movies with my pavilion dv2 a bunch. in earlier, i have spent my two whole days for watching my husband's new drama titled&lt;i&gt; My Girlfriend is a Gumiho &lt;/i&gt;and succesfull made my day brighter. The scene was so beautiful-- as usual in korean drama. Lee seung gi played with Shin min ah, the pretty actress from korea. The story tell us about Wong (Lee Seung Gi) whom always followed by Miho (Shin min ah) because she gave her bead to him for rescue him and give feedback after woong draw the nine tailed for her in the sacred-paint which had jailed her for 500 hundreds or more. Day by day fully with jokes and funny conv by them, and Miho whom doesn't know about the real world after 500 years. I was learned about shared something important and care for the others, don't do anything bad for someone who had doing bad things for us, always hope and fighting for our well-future, and believe in true love haha. Oh my.. korean drama is the best for making us believe about love is something nice but have hard side which can make us cry a lot. I were crying a lot for this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img442.imageshack.us/img442/1131/24509928.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="201" src="http://img442.imageshack.us/img442/1131/24509928.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5kwT2qSKhQA/TFtzTdUgP6I/AAAAAAAAYxY/3TOHG6mFbnc/s1600/gumiho2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5kwT2qSKhQA/TFtzTdUgP6I/AAAAAAAAYxY/3TOHG6mFbnc/s1600/gumiho2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;after ended the korean drama, i searching for japanese movie which i already interested long ago before, it titled &lt;i&gt;I Give My First Love to You&lt;/i&gt;- you can call me that i addict for romantic genre :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;but i can't find it in Barel shops anymore, so from now on i still downloading part by part with UI's hotspot. but it will be saddest movie for next week because i've read the comic and it was so sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_sImF-yFx4/S-BNVzDou0I/AAAAAAAAA2M/ZbX-4VvuX5g/s1600/boku+kimi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f_sImF-yFx4/S-BNVzDou0I/AAAAAAAAA2M/ZbX-4VvuX5g/s320/boku+kimi.jpg" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Next movie is titled &lt;i&gt;Howl's castle. &lt;/i&gt;I got from my friend when i did the mid-test task for accounting and waited for the yellow bus. He said that he really like this one and push me to watch this film as soon as possible. Okay, after watching it, i really felt wow for the plot and story behind the film. i learned for loving someone not for their physically and act gently for anybody-include someone who had doing bad things for us. saying sorry after doing bad things, and don't feel easily to give up. the graphic is so nice, the color are soft. the sound and songs are great enough. disney pixar really did cool things :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images1.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/Howl-s-Moving-Castle-howls-moving-castle-913538_1024_768.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos.bravenet.com/272/478/925/3/3CC71EBC17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://photos.bravenet.com/272/478/925/3/3CC71EBC17.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The third movie is &lt;i&gt;Seven Pounds.&lt;/i&gt; Oh my.. this one really sad to watched. I felt the feeling of main actor about why he want to give his heart, eyes, kidney, and many more from his body. I knew that he want to cover his guilty feeling for making someone his loved dead. he had a really bad and scary night everyday while he slept. he want to die everyday. he even gave his own home for someone he doesn't know to make their life better. i love this film. You should watch this one :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.traileraddict.com/content/columbia-pictures/seven_pounds.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.traileraddict.com/content/columbia-pictures/seven_pounds.jpg" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, in my waiting list movies there are brokeback mountain, monalisa smile, i give my first love to you, maruko chan- live and dan brown's also his novels. i need the more night to spend them :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-6382632831216061828?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/6382632831216061828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=6382632831216061828' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/6382632831216061828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/6382632831216061828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2010/11/they-in-my-night.html' title='They in my night'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5kwT2qSKhQA/TFtzTdUgP6I/AAAAAAAAYxY/3TOHG6mFbnc/s72-c/gumiho2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-6841417338043285547</id><published>2010-11-07T09:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T09:48:00.048+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Green Campus: Adansonia Digitata</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anakui.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/5084654277_1c864f6853_z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://www.anakui.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/5084654277_1c864f6853_z.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, in my campus had welcomed new comers from PT. Waskita Karya and Department Forest. They are called Adansonia Digitata or Baobab tree which had 240 years. They are so huge and yesterday successfull grown one leaf mean that they were alive in here. University of Indonesia as known as green campus by others because had many trees and surrounded by forest and lake. We had bicycle, yellow bus to minimalize the riders, and walking path for people who want to taking a walk way for theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed my self to take a walk in evening after all my class over together with some of my friend, and my favourite place is lake beside the rektorat building and balairung, which i knew that place is danger. but i rarely to using the bike because i always bring heavy book on my hand -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;issues that said rektorat will cut off some of trees in campus are disturb me hard. i won't be lost this kind of feel, the air and cloudy because many trees here. please sir, keep this trees for us. just leave it like the way they are&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-6841417338043285547?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/6841417338043285547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=6841417338043285547' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/6841417338043285547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/6841417338043285547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2010/11/green-campus-adansonia-digitata.html' title='Green Campus: Adansonia Digitata'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-4980958986230377909</id><published>2010-11-07T00:00:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T00:08:35.047+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Indonesia</title><content type='html'>Does anyone care what really happened in economy train in Indonesia? I do care about this. Wanna simplify the problem, if you want to see why Indonesia took a place under Malaysia in economic and social welfare just buy the Rp 1500,- ticket from the locket and you will know the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what happened in there? i'll tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you stayed away and prefer to sit in cool area in express or ac train, in economic you will stand up along the journey in train with all the paupers there :( they all asking to a thousand and hundred rupiahs for eat and buy milk for their kids, sing along the corner with their dirty shirt, many handicapped children, inviable person pass by along we go with the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are beside me. around me. near me. wanted my money for they meal. i really do care, but not giving the money everyday. i just hope this view will last, i sick of it to see how ugly my country, how poor i lived in. i just always make a promise to become a person whom care about this things forever, and will fix this economic things as soon i can!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-4980958986230377909?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/4980958986230377909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=4980958986230377909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/4980958986230377909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/4980958986230377909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2010/11/indonesia.html' title='Indonesia'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-8435805074170241132</id><published>2010-11-06T23:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T23:10:52.895+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>november issue</title><content type='html'>i am just interested with my friend's tweet about the happening issue now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first issue is about the wedus gembel attacked Yogyakarta and around it with high temperature. so, university of gadjah mada got a holiday because this disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second issue is about obama will come to Indonesia and visit university of indonesia, so many said that we will get holiday because his visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the first and the second, we can conclude that.. &lt;b&gt;Wedus gembel = Obama&lt;/b&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;no offense&lt;/i&gt; :9&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-8435805074170241132?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/8435805074170241132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=8435805074170241132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/8435805074170241132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/8435805074170241132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2010/11/november-issue.html' title='november issue'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-289024100621242814</id><published>2010-11-06T23:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T23:04:43.771+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Korean Culture Days</title><content type='html'>Anyeonghaseo :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unavoidably that korea's thingy present has become popular and more. i really excited to know many people specially in Indonesia, yelled and screamo like a crazy when they saw boyband or girlband from korea showed. I do like my past how crazy i am who always update about this thingy until became a important person for one of the biggest social community in Indonesia for Korea's world. How great i am in old days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, because i do not have any time to take a look in you tube or googling and doing anything social comment and chit-chat with my overseas friend whom freak about korea like me.. i just come back become to ordinary person who just update my west song playlist. fortunately, every sunday i can see the live concert from KBS channel in my house, so i can refresh my campus activity with korea-drain haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, today i come to attended the Korean Culture Days in University of Indonesia, Balairung after mathematical economic business class over. With my two friends, i walking around the area and tends for searching unique things. I found SJ's light stick, Eunhyeuk big poster which standing as high as i am, the biggest hand fan ever which Kyuhyun's-my husband- handsome face printed on it, tteokbokki, ramyeon, ELF Jacket, and Hanbok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oh7J6zdlPdM/SYvm8KNQqUI/AAAAAAAAARU/l4LNfIpASkU/s400/Ddokbokki.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="291" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oh7J6zdlPdM/SYvm8KNQqUI/AAAAAAAAARU/l4LNfIpASkU/s320/Ddokbokki.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;rubbery, spicy, and delicious :9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tends located at outside, so in inside there were so many people-mostly young female- yelled, screamed point to the stage which is just showing the video clip from one of boy band. oh man, why are they so hysterical for this not meaning things? -__- so, i just saw them yelled and amazed for a minute. After that, i enjoyed the situation and join to dance together while my fav songs played from the stage. we really are crazy in there. we all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just desperate to can't find my second husband hand fan or digital printed photo-- Lee Seung Gi in every stand. Why they just sell Suju, Shinee, SNSD, DBSK, and Beast?! aaah, they are not equitable for him. Also, the culture shows are too lil than Kpop parody and cover. I hope next year, this festival will become better and included many things from real korea. Aja aja fighting!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-289024100621242814?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/289024100621242814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=289024100621242814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/289024100621242814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/289024100621242814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2010/11/korean-culture-days.html' title='Korean Culture Days'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oh7J6zdlPdM/SYvm8KNQqUI/AAAAAAAAARU/l4LNfIpASkU/s72-c/Ddokbokki.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-2477061137659251148</id><published>2010-11-03T12:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T12:07:36.148+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Cry</title><content type='html'>I had had a precious quote yesterday from one of my friend while i went with him. He shocked me until now, he realized me from my bad habit-- i should thanked him when i met. Uooh.. i really have a bad bad bad impression then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night when i walked from my board house, i met someone. I don't know if it was him. Shocked again. And few hours then i got something amazing viewed when i printed my task.. and it made me hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking about&amp;nbsp; changing blog's title because my whole life had changed from lastnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-2477061137659251148?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/2477061137659251148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=2477061137659251148' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/2477061137659251148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/2477061137659251148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2010/11/cry.html' title='Cry'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-3360643812455285804</id><published>2010-10-31T11:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T11:43:23.722+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>bonjour</title><content type='html'>Looks like there's wide distance in time between the old post and new here haha, maybe because i am too busy to write in blog now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just to admit about my last schedule, i've successfully my mid-term-- oh man so hard to used mac, the keyboard had many different than windows.. i must learn fast. oh, about the mid-term.. i was certain in mathe but the score didn't show with A anymore. i was sad yesterday knowing about this. i don't know how about my accounting' score and business.. i hope they don't show with C words.. amin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmm.. still about the mid, i studied all the mid-subject with my board neighbor; there are Altius, Wirda, Retta, Tara, Wina.. and come with us Yuyu, Fikri, Jayu, Nadia, Rani, Komang, Jeni, and Okto, also Aldi and Leo. I brought so many people there haha that's my old habit to cover up all my relations -.- sorry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We studied until midnight come and laugh, eat, dizzy together met the question printed on our paper haha. the terrible night was before business test, it was sooooooo hard to remember and catch up the material in 10 chapter. so we were made the promise to study every week together for not regulate this event haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;come to present, i am happy about i can ride the motorcycle yeeeey. happy happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh right, yesterday i came to japan festival in psikologi, together with fiksyu went to the obake-- erg, so creepy -.- . eem.. i ate takoyaki also, and have fub with taiko show ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can't wait to JGTC and GJ UI next month hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh i have ended the lee seung gi's new drama; my girlfriend is a gumiho. and it was soooooo awesome. i really love him in that drama, i want watch the drama once again next week hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ps; pray for me, i registered my self to LO's kompek.. hope i can success allowed. hope hope&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/8415217812373236411-3360643812455285804?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/3360643812455285804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=3360643812455285804' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/3360643812455285804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/3360643812455285804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2010/10/bonjour.html' title='bonjour'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-2369602861797731150</id><published>2010-10-25T21:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T21:45:10.161+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Demi apapun, selain nocturne lagu klasik lain yang bisa bikin gue merinding: ave maria.&lt;br /&gt;ya Allah.. semoga tahun depan bisa beneran main flute, amin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-2369602861797731150?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/2369602861797731150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=2369602861797731150' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/2369602861797731150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/2369602861797731150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2010/10/demi-apapun-selain-nocturne-lagu-klasik.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-4756639833158168417</id><published>2010-10-09T14:16:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T14:18:29.802+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Conclusion being a LO's economix</title><content type='html'>What a conclusion? many words probably come out but the first is tired, following with fun, no study, happy, sleepy, cool, and great. I'm being a liason's officer for university of airlangga and UI. Kak Farid, Kak Daniel, Kak Anggun, Kak Ragil, Kak Sentya, Kak Widya, Kak Sri, dan Kak Avina. And met new friends from overseas at Philippine named Louie, Bene, Jo, Pauline, Miah, Serano, Professor Al, Camile, and Ina. But i'm kinda sad had being a quiet person there because i felt my english was bad, very bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to know who's the winner? guess who? the pretty girls from de la salle won the USD 1000 and Jo with Serano got the USD 600, following Kak Budi and Kak Luthfi from UI got USD 400. I was sad hearing that Kuya Bene and Ate Miah lose, but it was a competiton. The saddest part was after the closing ceremony, my favorite kuya and ate quickly going to the airport and flied to their hometown, iloilo. the fake vidi too haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, yeah about the fake vidi aka jo whom from de la salle. The Economix staff always describe him similar like vidi aldiano, artist from Indonesia. What do you think after seeing this? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.vivanews.com/images/2010/02/17/85345_vidi_aldiano.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://media.vivanews.com/images/2010/02/17/85345_vidi_aldiano.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vidi Aldiano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs163.snc3/19039_315395585708_587275708_5152203_665153_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs163.snc3/19039_315395585708_587275708_5152203_665153_n.jpg" width="286" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the imitation :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My first organizations in campus, my first being a LO, and my first to seeing phillipine people. I'll take the quote that practice make perfect. Zoory from Bulgaria during the general lecture in tuesday said that i need practice for my english. Bene and Louie said that they wil come back to Jakarta next year, i'll wait them. Or maybe i'll go to phillipine? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;ps: study hard for the exaaaam -____-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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/8415217812373236411-4756639833158168417?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/4756639833158168417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=4756639833158168417' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/4756639833158168417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/4756639833158168417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2010/10/conclusion-being-los-economix.html' title='Conclusion being a LO&apos;s economix'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-7217125130313871885</id><published>2010-09-30T21:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T21:09:29.677+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='info'/><title type='text'>8th ECONOMIX</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs652.snc4/61219_1194542199860_1717594598_362331_4997462_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs652.snc4/61219_1194542199860_1717594598_362331_4997462_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: yellow; color: #e06666; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FULL DAY SEMINAR OF 8th ECONOMIX&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Chinese  Competitive Performance: Threat or Opportunity to ASEAN’s Economy?”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening  Remark : Drs. 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Tebak karena apa? karena: Akuntansi, bab 3, adjusted trial balance yang masih cetek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue emang bego, tapi nggak sebego ini kok. Di sini aja orangnya pada pinter semua. Nggak ipa, nggak ips, semuanya hebat, pinter, keren, berwawasan luas, aktif, jago inggris. Dibandingkan gue, gue mah nothing banget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengingat akuntansi gue yang tolol setololnya, padahal ambil jurusan akuntansi, dan mengingat uts tinggal dua minggu lagi sedangkan gue nggak ngerti kalau belajar sendiri dan nggak ada yang bisa ngajarin gue, depresi lah gue. Gue gila, gue gilaaaaaaaaaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me. &lt;b style="color: red;"&gt;H-18&lt;/b&gt;..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-3573240262056447063?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/3573240262056447063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=3573240262056447063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/3573240262056447063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/3573240262056447063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2010/09/gila.html' title='GILA!'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-2384424211156309041</id><published>2010-09-26T15:38:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T15:40:36.236+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>i will hear you</title><content type='html'>gue merasa kalau gue orang yang terlalu terbawa emosi dan suasana yang keadaannya cuma sementara. dengan kata lain gue masih labil dan nggak cocok dengan umur gue yang harusnya udah bisa dikatakan dewasa. kadang emosi dan suasana yang sementara itu bisa membuat pola pikir gue berubah, jadi kesannya gue orang yang terburu-buru dalam mengambil keputusan. tapi itu tampak luar sih, didalamnya lagi masih ada hal-hal lain yang menurut gue susah gue kendalikan; dengan kata apapun itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ada detik di mana gue sedih dengan kesendirian gue yang mencekam pas dikosan dan ada juga detik-detik di mana gue merasa bersyukur kepada Allah dan merasa kalau gue beruntung dengan kondisi ini dan itu. ada hal-hal kecil yang membuat kita galau dan kacau, tapi itu semua baru gue sadari di sini, merupakan warna hidup kemandirian gue di kota kecil bernama depok ini. bertemu dengan ratusan wajah baru, dengan kepribadian mereka yang berbeda dan belum pernah gue tahu membuat mata gue terbuka kalau ini baru sepersekian bagian dari dunia yang sebenarnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maaf ya kalau postingan di bawah ini banyak ngeluh dan banyak nyalahin banyak pihak atau bagaimana.. ada kalanya detik-detik berat menurut gue itu gue simpan dan hanya bisa gue tuang di blog gue yang &lt;i&gt;useless&lt;/i&gt; ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di sini gue mau bilang, kalau gue masih dalam proses pendewasaan dan kemandirian. di sini gue mau bilang kalau gue merasa bersyukur banget bisa mengalami proses semacam ini, senang sedih di sini, walaupun gue tahu ini bukan seberapa dari sekian banyak orang di luar sana yang lebih keras berusaha daripada gue. di sini juga gue mau bilang betapa gue sadar gue nggak seberapa di dunia ini dalam hal apapun, dalam segala hal gue harus berusaha untuk &lt;i&gt;down to earth&lt;/i&gt; dan terus mendengarkan dan berdiskusi dengan orang-orang hebat di sini. semoga gue bisa terus bertemu dan mendengarkan cerita dari mereka yang bisa membuat gue lebih mengetahui hal yang nggak gue tahu, amin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-2384424211156309041?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/2384424211156309041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=2384424211156309041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/2384424211156309041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/2384424211156309041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post_26.html' title='i will hear you'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-8473508068244881777</id><published>2010-09-26T15:18:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T15:19:44.524+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>OPK's photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Haven’t post anything yet rode me to a lil’ way getting crazy, I meant, I’m here in my board house—alone and heard my friend from another room giggling with their friends and I’m alone. Sadly I said I’m alone doing useless terrible thing way up to tomorrow exercise from accounting class, made a balance sheet. Shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Another sound was from my front room, senior in architecture played jazzy song which rode me again to a deep loneliness feel, I hate jazz song forever! It made you to became a dramatic person with its tones way love. I lonely and now I realized that I single. Shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I opened my laptop and texting this. Lately, I can’t find place to share my life. No one like my old friend in high school. My bestiest whom in same university either. I felt sad now, stress out with accounting principles and mathematical fundamental made it more greatly sad. How I become like this?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The others shit things were that my new friends in college by I don’t know what way—separate one another. Perfect new life college clearly gone with nature. And one people I waited here didn’t show up until now. Poor me? Hell yeah, yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;No friend, No best friend, No mate, No boyfriend, and the rest is alone. Alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And now, my Arc senior played bieber’ s song, bad choice.&lt;/i&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/8415217812373236411-7748626507220631934?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/7748626507220631934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=7748626507220631934' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/7748626507220631934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/7748626507220631934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2010/09/help-me.html' title='Help me'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-505414753662814542</id><published>2010-09-18T19:46:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T19:54:45.510+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='info'/><title type='text'>Nadya Komanechi</title><content type='html'>for your info, my name isn't nadya komanechi for real. it is fake. and made original from my friend in high school, name Aldo Marchiano Kaligis. Many of my friends ask about why i called as nadya komanechi than my real name, and i replied that it was under pressure (of him) to high school's since 10th grade for all my friends there to call me komanechi than nadya. first time i called as komanechi, i was so angry because komanechi sounds weird and ugly name. but now i feel kind love that name and thankful to my paping or Aldo that had given those name to me. and there he is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/TJSyXH50SaI/AAAAAAAAAj4/w-xN5awI2Fc/s1600/untitled.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="112" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/TJSyXH50SaI/AAAAAAAAAj4/w-xN5awI2Fc/s400/untitled.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;and the complete conversation is;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Aldo : &lt;i&gt;(beside my seat in class) &lt;/i&gt;Nad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Me : What?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Aldo : Nadya..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Me : What-an..?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Aldo : Aldo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Me : =___=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Aldo : me, Aldo Marchiano.. and you.. you are Nadya.. Nadya Komanechi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Me : hah?!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Aldo : Komanechi! hahahha i knew it! tebo, wooi! &lt;i&gt;(he called a friend beside him)&lt;/i&gt; now you must call her as Komanechi! i don't anything else! hahaha. everyone, listen to me! now, she is komanechi! call her komanechi! hahahaha (he was very a dictator -__-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Tebo : komanechi! komanechi!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Me : Hah?! i wooooon't!! it's ugly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Aldo : &lt;i&gt;(feeling happy because i seemed unhappy)&lt;/i&gt; komanechi.. hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Tebo : komanechi..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Fairuz :&lt;i&gt; &lt;b&gt;(seat front of me)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; komanechiii... hahahahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;all friends in class&lt;/b&gt; : komaneechiii :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird, but that's my high school nick name. before i called komanechi, i got nick as "miikoo" from my best, Nina :) and then miikoo replace by komanechi until now. so so, tell me then who are you with your nickname?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ps : if you don't know who Nadia Comaneci is, then click &lt;a href="http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/marinersblog/2009920143_folks_from_overseas_weigh_in_o.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt; I thanked to her :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-505414753662814542?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/505414753662814542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=505414753662814542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/505414753662814542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/505414753662814542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2010/09/nadya-komanechi.html' title='Nadya Komanechi'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' 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href="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/3467556/tumblr_l7gnhfZWwb1qzj5z1o1_500_large.jpg?1282326216" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="295" src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/3467556/tumblr_l7gnhfZWwb1qzj5z1o1_500_large.jpg?1282326216" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't marry anyone. i'm widowed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-1081817854524525785?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/1081817854524525785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=1081817854524525785' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/1081817854524525785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/1081817854524525785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-wont-marry-anyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-3094976420094803197</id><published>2010-09-18T17:39:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T17:39:29.288+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>:'(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today is the worst.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today is the worst,&lt;br /&gt;i'm crying in my heart, i closed my ears from anything last time.&lt;br /&gt;me and my sister cried..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya Allah.. don't judge me if i became an evil person because i learned something from this situation, i took that moment as my lesson to be someone isn't like kind of person..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't judge me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-3094976420094803197?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/3094976420094803197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=3094976420094803197' title='0 Comments'/><link 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type='text'>Tips for high school student</title><content type='html'>as my experience being student in high school, i will tell about do and don't in your high school to make your university-way swift like the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first one, is do your study as well. in tenth grade, please choose your informal education depend your interest. being good student in class, being good hearing in class, being active in organization, being a leader makes perfect. effectively if you can join the OSIS or important organization which can make your skills sharpened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second, please choose well your field, in social or science. it will affect bigger than you thought before. don't think if you in science class, you can get accountancy or international relationship as well whom in social field. that is big NO. well-meant that yup, you can be accountant if your in science field but you will lose and must struggle more in university then. i suggest you to choose properly &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;who i am in the future&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; based your own think, heart, and not from your parents choice or the worst, friend and boyfriend. think awhile, close your eyes, use your brain and heart, what will you do in the future? what do you want to be? and then, you can choose what field you must take for continue the study in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third, if you do all above tips, you can get the scholarship based your field, PMDK, and if you lucky, maybe you will get chance to college in university of indonesia without any test. is that nice? yup, nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you shouldn't think about privat for national examination or take course for the test.&lt;br /&gt;but, it's different for ITB-ers :) privat is a must. you must fighting! practice everyday! play less, study hard! and then, you can continue your play in long holiday after got the university :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, hope this help you :)&lt;div 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Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-5658038490988980497</id><published>2010-09-13T22:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T22:51:57.730+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>indeterminancy of me</title><content type='html'>I don't know, where i should be tell this, or who wants to hear my confession about this. I just thought that, in here, my blog, maybe there will be someone read and will give me his or her replied about my problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started with unknown and foreign, started with innocent-me with him, i don't know but i'm sure i love him day by day without anyone know. anyone, include my best friend. what i feel about him, or what i do with him were secret, yup. they are- my secret, not an affair or something bad which you figured it out or blah blah but, emm.. i and he are not typical normal here. or me not normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my status is single, but in my heart, i'm not. i were taken long ago :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: red;"&gt;but, by who?&lt;/i&gt; -- i'm asking to him this day about this. i don't think he feel the same way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-5658038490988980497?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/5658038490988980497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=5658038490988980497' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/5658038490988980497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/5658038490988980497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2010/09/indeterminancy-of-me.html' title='indeterminancy of me'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-1686184732635032813</id><published>2010-09-13T22:31:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T22:44:10.752+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Ied ul-fitr Mubarak!</title><content type='html'>Guess what? I'm in the mood to write this into English because before i wrote this, i've blogwalking around and read some wonderful blog shared in English; they had nice way to read and nice stories to shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focus now, i came back after from my sacred holiday in my own home. What is sacred anyway in here? i meant sacred is for long, precious, and cheap holiday. One word to describe the best holiday is family :) the others are friends and mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/TI4usTpIedI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/mh8WbE03Hh0/s1600/CIMG5642.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/TI4usTpIedI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/mh8WbE03Hh0/s320/CIMG5642.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/TI4vKFt8WPI/AAAAAAAAAjY/idG0lk3MiiA/s1600/CIMG5645.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/TI4vKFt8WPI/AAAAAAAAAjY/idG0lk3MiiA/s320/CIMG5645.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;mom's cake and ketupat :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ied ul-fitr is holy day for moeslem to celebrate their ended fasting month or ramadhan. In the morning, i woke up and prepared to catch up among my family to get the nearest mosque for salat ied. finished it, we-- me and my family took the breakfast together. the special breakfast in that day was consist of rice cake boiled in a rhombus-shaped packet of plaited young coconut leaves or the indonesian is ketupat. in this year, my mom made tauco sauce for ketupat and that was really yummy! i didn't lie, you must tasted it. with chips or kerupuk, the tasted will be more great than usual. after that, i grabbed my nastar cookies and ate it for an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after our stomach fully filled then we got on feet front of our home welcomed the guest-- our neighborhood who came for saying sorry and apologizing one another. and this is the happy scene of ied ul-fitr, sorry words, minal aidin wal faidzin, and a little amount of rupiah for little kids which sprouts smile and happiness made that day became really holy day :) then while the guest and we around the house area, i kept about a lil money from neighboor haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/TI4tzEmq4BI/AAAAAAAAAjA/1y0NDES2rRc/s1600/CIMG5599.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/TI4tzEmq4BI/AAAAAAAAAjA/1y0NDES2rRc/s320/CIMG5599.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in noon, we prepared the car to rode a while for my nearest daddy's family in rawamangun. a nice conversation between them, i met my aunt whom almamater from unpad and they gave me opinion about my college life, thanks for them :) and i shoot many pictures from my lil sister because that day she was really in pretty seeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day two, we enjoyed Jakarta and rode along the road-- i meant no traffic road. nah nah, this is one of another who i wanted from ied ul-fitr. in this holy day, Jakarta will be very quiet and like no one live there. We end up at one mall in Jakarta, to shopping our ied money. The most favourite shop i visited was Japanese shop and toserba shop who sold anything there. I really enjoyed to seeing goods and bought some other cheap goods-- the others very expensive but unique, worth laah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/TI4wINFqa1I/AAAAAAAAAjo/GTQ9TWBecJM/s1600/CIMG5741.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/TI4wINFqa1I/AAAAAAAAAjo/GTQ9TWBecJM/s320/CIMG5741.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyla posed many angle here, after two weeks i and her didn't meet, she made big advancement like words, tones, dance, and songs. She looked more beautiful day by day i didn't see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/TI4voqlwL6I/AAAAAAAAAjg/OjAQh1_dygo/s1600/CIMG5724.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/TI4voqlwL6I/AAAAAAAAAjg/OjAQh1_dygo/s320/CIMG5724.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/TI4w1zEgsTI/AAAAAAAAAjw/M7v6w5yadNA/s1600/CIMG5796.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/TI4w1zEgsTI/AAAAAAAAAjw/M7v6w5yadNA/s320/CIMG5796.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, useless post again haha i can't make one like the other people which theirs can spread knowledge or info who important for people. but i hope, someone can make this useless to be usefull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end, bismillah, i hope after we took the long ramadhan month and struggle being hungry and thirsty and be patient people, we can get the point of why we must struggle like that, why we should keep patient like that, and why we fasting. again, i hope i can do more positive act this year, and met the ramadhan next year, amien :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-1686184732635032813?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/1686184732635032813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=1686184732635032813' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/1686184732635032813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/1686184732635032813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2010/09/ied-ul-fitr-mubarak.html' title='Ied ul-fitr Mubarak!'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/TI4usTpIedI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/mh8WbE03Hh0/s72-c/CIMG5642.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-8450591396513231368</id><published>2010-09-10T01:24:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T01:29:17.468+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='info'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opk'/><title type='text'>Pasca OPK</title><content type='html'>Baru sempat cerita sekarang, tentang satu minggu yang lalu; di mana gue, melewati hari pasca opk yang menurut gue berat banget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasca OPK adalah kegiatan di mana gue, mahasiswa baru fakultas ekonomi UI selesai mengikuti kegiatan OPK yang notabene dua hari dan siap mengikuti kegiatan perkuliahan. Pasca OPK itu kegiatannya bareng perkuliahan dan lamanya lima hari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari pertama pasca OPK dengan berat hati nggak ada di kamus gue, atau lebih tepatnya, gue nggak ikut hari pertama kuliah karena sakit radang tenggorokan akut. Kalau di ingat-ingat lagi, tenggorokan gue saat itu beneran ancur seancurnya pas gue ngaca. Merahnya seluruh tenggorokan, udah gitu di tambah bintik-bintik putih atau kayak sariawan gitu (sakitnya jangan di tanya, bukan main sakit sampai gue nggak bisa ngomong dan nelan ludah sendiri). Saking nggak kuat nahan sakit, gue nggak bisa makan dan minum, badan gue lemes, dan gue meriang karena suhu badan panas. Waktu itu hari sabtu, besoknya gue berjuang menahan sakit karena hari minggu dokter di sekitar rumah gue tutup semua. Sayangnya, tanpa dokter artinya nothing. Gue akhirnya dengan berat hati pergi ke dokter besok hari dan sedih ngelihat jam mengingat harusnya gue di kampus, bukan di depan kamar dokter untuk di periksa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari kedua pasca OPK, gue sudah pulih, alhamdulillah. entah bagaimana jadinya gue tanpa seorang dokter. udah mati lemas kali ya? hemm.. jam sebelas siang kalau nggak salah, gue udah di tebet siap-siap pergi ke depok naik kereta ekonomi. Kuliah hari selasa di jadwal gue emang siang, untungnya siang. Setelah di depok, gue ke kosan buat ganti baju dan siap-siapin peralatan buat pasca opk; name tag, papan jalan, pulpen, dan jas kuning. Setelah sampai di kampus, ternyata dugaan gue bener. Tugas pasca opk nggak main-main. Essaynya bikin biografi 200 kata tulis tangan, cukup membuat tangan anda keriting. Karena gue datang jam 11 lewat, sedangkan kuliah gue masuk jam 2, gue harus berpacu dengan waktu. Walaupun begitu, sempet-sempetnya gue ke kancil buat makan masakan di sana. Setelah kenyang, gue datang naik ojek ke FE karena nungguin bikun sama aja kayak nungguin keong; lama bener! kelas pertama gue adalah kelas pengantar ekonomi. Nama dosennya Bapak Irsan A. Saleh. Suaranya kecil banget tapi orangnya gaul. Keseluruhan not bad lah buat jadi pelajaran pertama gue di kuliah, nggak bikin negative way di otak haha, apalagi gue di kelas ini jadi ketua kelas (alhamdulillah) bisa mempermudah jalan perkuliahan lah setidaknya. Setelah selesai kuliah, gue di giring sama kakak kelas buat ikutan moshing eh salah, dimarah-marahin. Hari ini mereka marah karena masalah jumlah yang dateng dikit banget. Kita di cap angkatan penyakitan (gue tuh). Selesai dimarah-marahin, pulang dengan aman sentosa tanpa di antar kakak kelas. Buka bareng sama Umam dan Jo, habis itu gue tepar di kosan, capek banget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ketiga pasca OPK, sama aja kayak hari ke empat. Peralatan perang yang sama, juga bikin tugas essay selagi kuliah. Capek capek capeeeek..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs607.snc4/58740_1611550087692_1204454202_31741187_6193269_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs607.snc4/58740_1611550087692_1204454202_31741187_6193269_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;saat nonton pertandingan di perhall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hari ke lima menurut gue adalah hari yang paling berkesan. Hari sabtu, tepatnya hari ketiga OPK. Dari balairung, setelah ikut tes EPT, kita semua, maba FE di giring buat liat pameran dari BO dan BSO fakultas ekonomi, setelah itu liat pertandingan dari klub olahraga FE. Ada acara perkenalan dari panitia FE selain tim komdis. pas bagian komdis, menurut gue itu bagian yang mengerikan -___- gue kira, mereka bakal senyum dan minta maaf atau apalah, nggak kayak yang mereka lakukan, dateng rame rame pake baju item, tutup pintu pertamina hall (kita semua ada di dalam) kaget setengah mati denger mereka teriak-teriak, kita semua kayak burung dalam satu sangkar sama ular. Serem abis cuy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habis itu, setelah acara yang menyeramkan dari komdis, yang muslim shalat ashar, dan yang lain nunggu di luar. habis selesai shalat, kita semua di giring ke kolam makara buat apalagi selain cuci muka (horeee!) sayangnya, makara abu-abu pas penutupan acara ambruk karena lagi di renovasi -__- ya ampun. Udah gitu, kakak komdisnya pake bilang "liat tuh makara lo, ambruk!" bikin miris.. oke, setelah cuci muka yang sakral, muka gue gatel (parah) tapi tetep, gue bangga dan terharu juga merinding akhirnya gue, resmi jadi mahasiswi FE coy! udah cuci muka di makara gitu lho! tinggal nunggu diceburin di makara tiga setengah tahun lagi (amin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs404.snc4/46699_1611565408075_1204454202_31741255_5867905_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs404.snc4/46699_1611565408075_1204454202_31741255_5867905_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;acara cuci muka di depan makara (ambruk)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah itu, kita di suruh buka jas kuning dan buka name tag. Lari-lari lagi ke pertamina hall, kita semua siap buat buka bersama!! horeeee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs428.snc4/47101_1619892821644_1366121441_1656302_1161770_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs428.snc4/47101_1619892821644_1366121441_1656302_1161770_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;situasi saat buka bersama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Gabung bersama kelompok OPK masing-masing, dan gue lari ke Leotief 18. Di sana, ada mama dan papa menunggu, yang aslinya kakak-kakak mentor baik hati, Kak Arul (EAK 2007) dan Kak Sekar (EAK 2008). Makan kolak, minum air putih, kue lumpur, risol, lontong, dan nasi kotak yang isinya mewah bikin perut kenyang. Udah gitu, gue sama kelompok gue heboh liat pemandangan komdis (komisi kedisiplinan) yang ketawa-ketawa dan tersenyum lepas di depan maba, aneh aja gitu gue liatnya. Setelah buka bersama, akhirnya kelompok gue foto bareng jugaaa, setelah sekian lama menghabiskan waktu bersama tapi tanpa foto bersama. Sayangnya gue nggak sempet foto sama Tasya, si anak gembala. Setelah setengah jam buka bareng, si Tasya pamit pergi karena sibuk syuting kali ya hahahhhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi, setelah acara selesai pun Leotief nggak ada yang mau pisah, sibuk foto sana dan sini, ngatain mama dan papa yang nggak mau di panggil mama dan papa terus sama anak-anaknya, juga temen-temen gue yang pada mau foto sama kak bisuk dan para komdis yang kece lainnya. Gue sih maunya foto sama kak yando sama kak ima, sayangnya mereka udah ngilang kayak angin, wuuss. sama aja kayak tasya -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs158.ash2/41231_1581544944770_1420103599_31583024_1139565_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs158.ash2/41231_1581544944770_1420103599_31583024_1139565_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;anak-anak Leotief (18)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs316.snc4/41117_1581483143225_1420103599_31582841_1922007_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs316.snc4/41117_1581483143225_1420103599_31582841_1922007_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;aih aih, tangan papa mau ke mana tuh hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs292.snc4/40946_1581484983271_1420103599_31582843_5851388_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs292.snc4/40946_1581484983271_1420103599_31582843_5851388_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nyahaha ketauan &amp;gt;,&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs320.snc4/41320_1581522624212_1420103599_31582901_8164778_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs320.snc4/41320_1581522624212_1420103599_31582901_8164778_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;L for Leontief :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya, selesai juga OPK dan Pasca OPK.. dan artinya, benar-benar akan di mulai dunia perkuliahan gue yang seberat dosa gue di dunia. Banyak banget pelajaran yang bisa gue ambil dari OPK ini, sumpah banyak banget. Menurut gue, ini adalah pelatihan yang paling bagus selama gue sekolah. Komdisnya pun pinter ngatur emosi buat tugas dan pribadi (walaupun ada beberapa yang lewat batas karena khilaf), acara yang teroganisir sampai anak-anak baru dianterin pulang ke kutek dan pocin serta barel. Nggak ada acara main fisik dan setengah jongkok yang sudah turun temurun itu, walaupun alasannya karena bulan puasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs313.ash2/59295_1619904981948_1366121441_1656374_3483066_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs313.ash2/59295_1619904981948_1366121441_1656374_3483066_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;minta maaf ala komdis-- push up up up :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs297.snc4/41175_1619846820494_1366121441_1656273_5177389_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs297.snc4/41175_1619846820494_1366121441_1656273_5177389_n.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kak Luthfian (EAK 2007) dapat angket terfavorit -- PO OPK 2010 yang tegas dan berani, asik dah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs403.snc4/46614_1619829220054_1366121441_1656225_8054543_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs403.snc4/46614_1619829220054_1366121441_1656225_8054543_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kak Yando, ketua komisi kedisiplinan 2010 aka komdis. ternyata senyumnya.. cling cling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Terima kasih banyak semuanya. Tunggu tiga sampai empat tahun ke depan, di mana gue, yang kalian nggak tau keberadaannya seperti si bene, bisa menoreh prestasi di FE bahkan UI atau bahkan Dunia :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bismillah&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-8450591396513231368?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/8450591396513231368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=8450591396513231368' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/8450591396513231368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/8450591396513231368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2010/09/pasca-opk.html' title='Pasca OPK'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-5401369693866989299</id><published>2010-09-08T20:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T20:13:26.809+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>H-1 Hari Raya Idul Fitri</title><content type='html'>Ya Allah.. seumur-umur hambamu hidup, belum pernah rasanya menyia-nyiakan bulan suci ramadhan separah tahun ini.. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukannya menyalahkan kegiatan kampus atau apa, tapi serius, bulan ramadhan di depok atau lebih tepatnya di kosan sama sekali nggak berasa. Gue tetep puasa, tapi hikmah dan nikmat bulan ramadhan sama sekali nggak berasa. Nggak ada feel yang greget karena gue banyak banget ngelewatin shalat tarawih dan i'tikaf serta baca al-qur'an. Apalagi nunggu lailatul qadar.. sama sekali lupa karena kecapekan dan mementingkan tidur dari pada yang lain. Udah gitu, karena ngekos dan sahur sendirian.. rasanya blank banget puasanya. nggak ada tuh shalat subuh jamaah kalau di rumah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yasudah, lupakan lah.. semoga nggak terulang lagi tahun depan, amin.&lt;br /&gt;Ngomong-ngomong Lebaran, ada satu barang khusus yang selalu gue tunggu pas idul fitri;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIn8Wfgk5l4/SqkIuZD9G2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/TxkAGDWFnj4/s1600/kue+nastar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIn8Wfgk5l4/SqkIuZD9G2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/TxkAGDWFnj4/s320/kue+nastar.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;KUE NASTAR!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Sejujurnya, makanan kesukaan gue selain ayam goreng buatan ibu adalah Nastar! Apapun bentuknya, modelnya; yang gulung apa yang bulat atau yang ada kenari, keju atau cengkeh gue sukaaa! Nastar itu kue tradisional terenak sepanjang masa! Rasanya yang lumer, nanasnya yang asem manis udah gitu gurih bikin ketagihan! Gue, kalau lebaran, nggak cukup satu kotak nastar, minimal tiga! karena di rumah gue, nastar itu emang kue yang khusus buat lebaran aja, jadinya tau lah kenapa gue kalap kalau lebaran makan nastar. Di rumah sodara aja, nastar yang di toples bisa gue abisin dalam setengah jam sendirian, hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;ya udah yaa. cukup sekian cerita tentang nastarnya. search di google bikin gue ngiler aja liat gambar nastar, bejibun dan mengkilat gitu, pasti enak deh *,*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-5401369693866989299?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/5401369693866989299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=5401369693866989299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/5401369693866989299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/5401369693866989299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2010/09/h-1-hari-raya-idul-fitri.html' title='H-1 Hari Raya Idul Fitri'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIn8Wfgk5l4/SqkIuZD9G2I/AAAAAAAAAEA/TxkAGDWFnj4/s72-c/kue+nastar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8415217812373236411.post-6564034873787601267</id><published>2010-09-08T19:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T19:38:40.763+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Affection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whatzups.com/account/uploads/AAC2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://www.whatzups.com/account/uploads/AAC2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ayat-ayat Cinta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"aku rasa.. sungai nil dan mesir, itu jodoh. senang ya, kalau kita bisa bertemu dengan jodoh yang diberikan tuhan dari langit" &lt;b&gt;Maria&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;i&gt;Ayat-ayat Cinta&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Satu film yang bisa membuat gue tergugu saat nonton. Film yang menurut gue berdampak besar hingga sekarang bagi gue. Pengen banget rasanya dapet jodoh yang kayak Fachri, akhlak bagus, otak pinter, muka ganteng.. rasanya bakal sejahtera kalau nikah sama cowok model begitu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi selama gue nonton ayat-ayat cinta, gue selalu merasa kalau posisi diri gue itu adalah Maria, bukan Aisyah. Nggak tahu kenapa. Rasanya, gue belum tahu cinta itu apa, cuma keinginan untuk memiliki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalau denger kalimat Maria dan Fachri yang di penutupan cerita, gue selalu nangis (berasa tua banget butuh jodoh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Namanya juga film dan novel, pasti indah kayak para tokoh dari negeri dongeng. Mana ada manusia zaman sekarang akhlaknya sebagus Fachri? mana ada orang yang begitu di Indonesia? kalau pun ada, biasanya cowok model begitu juga nyari cewek yang kayak Aisyah, bukan model cecunguk kayak gue hahhaa -- Udah tau gitu tetep aja.. -__-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8415217812373236411-6564034873787601267?l=komanechi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/feeds/6564034873787601267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8415217812373236411&amp;postID=6564034873787601267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/6564034873787601267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8415217812373236411/posts/default/6564034873787601267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komanechi.blogspot.com/2010/09/affection.html' title='Affection'/><author><name>Nadya Komanechi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12374701544798786426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paF5TICN3lg/SyXtiEZqmKI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/FA6tH0cbI6A/S220/untitled1.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
