<?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-5381725512260225117</id><updated>2012-01-21T23:09:51.145-08:00</updated><category term='story'/><category term='handwritten'/><category term='keluarga'/><category term='life'/><category term='Liburan'/><title type='text'>Catch, Write, Upload</title><subtitle type='html'>i want to tease ur sense by my stuffs</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tommypamungkas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381725512260225117/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommypamungkas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>saint paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03751192665501213088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/SVWtNaPsx_I/AAAAAAAAACo/t_TjmzEw-Vc/S220/GorillAZz.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381725512260225117.post-4356174011139129195</id><published>2010-07-22T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T10:46:58.646-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='keluarga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liburan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>A Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/TEhwbuIDuyI/AAAAAAAAAIc/pAlzB5cVhcQ/s1600/IMG_0124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/TEhwbuIDuyI/AAAAAAAAAIc/pAlzB5cVhcQ/s320/IMG_0124.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496766966746299170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lil happiness had born from a blossom rose when morning sun poured the garden with warm love ray. Butterflies flied low, and birds sang beautiful songs. When she opened her eyes, she was very shiny and flawless. She was a lil Princess called Nonyna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/TEhvxPXOF5I/AAAAAAAAAH8/1hWCNxEycTw/s1600/IMG_0127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/TEhvxPXOF5I/AAAAAAAAAH8/1hWCNxEycTw/s320/IMG_0127.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496766236933887890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lil Princess Nonyna walked around the garden with her tiny feets. Every steps she took a lil flower grew and blossomed. She jumped from one rocks to another to follow mr.Frog to see some bugs in river and hills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/TEhwbEFVwRI/AAAAAAAAAIU/PLYGecDBPHA/s1600/IMG_0072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/TEhwbEFVwRI/AAAAAAAAAIU/PLYGecDBPHA/s320/IMG_0072.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496766955460608274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lil Princess Nonyna had many friends. There are mr.baloons, ms. alphabet, mr.pen &amp; mrs. paper and a lots of. She played a pick a boo often. Her friends around her said, "Cantiik!!" and i put my finger in my cheek and smile... When i did that, the trees became greener, the water became sparkling and birds tweeted in harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/TEhvvXO-NPI/AAAAAAAAAHk/y_it7mMwNzc/s1600/IMG_0164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/TEhvvXO-NPI/AAAAAAAAAHk/y_it7mMwNzc/s320/IMG_0164.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496766204687037682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday I was caught by a pirate when playing hide n seek. They made me one of their crew. I had to help em rolled the ropes when we got sailed. Mr.Ocean and Mrs. Sky was planning to get me out of this pirate ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/TEhwa2stmCI/AAAAAAAAAIM/81zhrAEKjUo/s1600/IMG_0077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/TEhwa2stmCI/AAAAAAAAAIM/81zhrAEKjUo/s320/IMG_0077.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496766951867652130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She could escape then she was stranded in a beach in an island. She was wondering where she was. A tortoise greeted her and gave her some flowers and coconut water to be eaten. A tortoise told her that she was in Brazil, an island of dancing and pleasure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/TEhvxciZMJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/fhWyMX1lUzA/s1600/IMG_0121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/TEhvxciZMJI/AAAAAAAAAIE/fhWyMX1lUzA/s320/IMG_0121.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496766240470413458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was taken by tortoise in to the downtown. Many buildings stood astonishingly. People and animals were wearing colorful clothes and coconut shoes. She was given a pink glasses that could lead her to playing around Brazil. To see a dancing giraffes, or to see mr.hippopotamus that could cook wafle or mr.crab that told her stories from underwater..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/TEhvwKh1A2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/fDLfJ-D6Cvw/s1600/IMG_0139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/TEhvwKh1A2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/fDLfJ-D6Cvw/s320/IMG_0139.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496766218456335202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is that?" It was a charming creature with a peacock feathers around its clothes, whlie it was reading its cute horse. It was a Prince from Brazil that greeted her and asked her to have a ride with him. He lifted her up and hold her tight from falling. Happiness bursted from her heart make her hair was longer and her cheeks was pinker, an prettier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/TEhvv8_z7zI/AAAAAAAAAHs/gwo4Zo1HG64/s1600/IMG_0170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/TEhvv8_z7zI/AAAAAAAAAHs/gwo4Zo1HG64/s320/IMG_0170.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496766214823997234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut the crap! It's time to dress to kill! Lets hit the club and i will conquer that boy on his knee!! Showtime beibeh!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381725512260225117-4356174011139129195?l=tommypamungkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tommypamungkas.blogspot.com/feeds/4356174011139129195/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381725512260225117&amp;postID=4356174011139129195' title='5 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381725512260225117/posts/default/4356174011139129195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381725512260225117/posts/default/4356174011139129195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommypamungkas.blogspot.com/2010/07/princess.html' title='A Princess'/><author><name>saint paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03751192665501213088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/SVWtNaPsx_I/AAAAAAAAACo/t_TjmzEw-Vc/S220/GorillAZz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/TEhwbuIDuyI/AAAAAAAAAIc/pAlzB5cVhcQ/s72-c/IMG_0124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381725512260225117.post-2923317969060838726</id><published>2010-02-11T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T06:25:42.347-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Dog Faces Its Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/S3QQXb69-fI/AAAAAAAAAHY/FA62KuX9WHs/s1600-h/IMG_0288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/S3QQXb69-fI/AAAAAAAAAHY/FA62KuX9WHs/s320/IMG_0288.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436988644961155570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you call me? Ii hear your insulting tone and an anger behind... Is it me who always be blamed by you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/S3QQV6ZCfNI/AAAAAAAAAHI/OaPKAcuw42Q/s1600-h/IMG_0267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/S3QQV6ZCfNI/AAAAAAAAAHI/OaPKAcuw42Q/s320/IMG_0267.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436988618780605650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose my own way to find what people call, happiness. I am afraid to walk tall and face your value and norms.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/S3QQVJvjhXI/AAAAAAAAAHA/HooWKi6y8n0/s1600-h/IMG_0216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/S3QQVJvjhXI/AAAAAAAAAHA/HooWKi6y8n0/s320/IMG_0216.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436988605721707890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck em all, I have chosen my path. I will crawl, walk and run. I will not turn, only God can make me do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/S3QQUXmIvII/AAAAAAAAAG4/9kEww3O2XGs/s1600-h/IMG_0192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/S3QQUXmIvII/AAAAAAAAAG4/9kEww3O2XGs/s320/IMG_0192.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436988592260430978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face Life! Inspired by my dog, mido&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381725512260225117-2923317969060838726?l=tommypamungkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tommypamungkas.blogspot.com/feeds/2923317969060838726/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381725512260225117&amp;postID=2923317969060838726' title='3 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381725512260225117/posts/default/2923317969060838726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381725512260225117/posts/default/2923317969060838726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommypamungkas.blogspot.com/2010/02/dog-faces-its-life.html' title='Dog Faces Its Life'/><author><name>saint paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03751192665501213088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/SVWtNaPsx_I/AAAAAAAAACo/t_TjmzEw-Vc/S220/GorillAZz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/S3QQXb69-fI/AAAAAAAAAHY/FA62KuX9WHs/s72-c/IMG_0288.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381725512260225117.post-3365520284969445099</id><published>2009-10-25T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T04:57:49.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yuna dan Tidus di Kampus Biru</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/SuQ59kuOIaI/AAAAAAAAAFY/mk5_GgULfCs/s1600-h/jadi1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/SuQ59kuOIaI/AAAAAAAAAFY/mk5_GgULfCs/s320/jadi1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396501983489040802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerful, sensual, romantic and elegant.....&lt;br /&gt;dance with the stars.....&lt;br /&gt;Yuna&amp;Tidus akankah cintamu abadi?&lt;br /&gt;Ingin kisah cintamu seindah ini, pakai P*nds Flawaless White.... (lebaayyy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/SuQ598RWxZI/AAAAAAAAAFg/NKUKerlW8F0/s1600-h/jadi2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/SuQ598RWxZI/AAAAAAAAAFg/NKUKerlW8F0/s320/jadi2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396501989810423186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hohoho, big bulky Marduk's body and babyface Tidus' face is ready to kick your butt till it opens really wide wide west hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;(peace peace... mohon maaf, saya dramatisir untuk tujuan marketing heheheh...)&lt;br /&gt;Yuna dengan schoolgirl outfit, dari karakter FFXIII. Pasti itu habis pulang cekulah dehhh....&lt;br /&gt;mereka aku foto saat mereka jalan jalan ke Detos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/SuQ5-Au_ouI/AAAAAAAAAFo/A2wK7vijrVw/s1600-h/jadi3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/SuQ5-Au_ouI/AAAAAAAAAFo/A2wK7vijrVw/s320/jadi3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396501991008477922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah ini, Yuna sangat terlihat ehm ehm seksi. Seperti gadis kejam yang suka menyiksa-nyiksa pacarnya dengan bazooka yang ia pegang, hehehehe.....&lt;br /&gt;sedang Tidus, tetap atletis dan modis. Tebak tubuh siapakah itu? Tubuh WRP Diet tea.&lt;br /&gt;heheheheh. Beneran, coba tebak tubuh siapa?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381725512260225117-3365520284969445099?l=tommypamungkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tommypamungkas.blogspot.com/feeds/3365520284969445099/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381725512260225117&amp;postID=3365520284969445099' title='24 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381725512260225117/posts/default/3365520284969445099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381725512260225117/posts/default/3365520284969445099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommypamungkas.blogspot.com/2009/10/cheerful-sensual-romantic-and-elegant.html' title='Yuna dan Tidus di Kampus Biru'/><author><name>saint paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03751192665501213088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/SVWtNaPsx_I/AAAAAAAAACo/t_TjmzEw-Vc/S220/GorillAZz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/SuQ59kuOIaI/AAAAAAAAAFY/mk5_GgULfCs/s72-c/jadi1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381725512260225117.post-6471549112635239331</id><published>2009-05-10T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T23:08:05.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the secret is questioned.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/SgfArER3LuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/e2x5fFB1BOQ/s1600-h/gorgeous.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/SgfArER3LuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/e2x5fFB1BOQ/s320/gorgeous.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334444129759211234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ujian Nasional sudah berakhir. Ujian sekolah sudah berlalu. Ujian praktek juga hampir selesai. Pada tanggal 7 Mei 2009, aku dan beberapa temanku yang butuh pelampiasan dan pelarian berencana  akan melakukan tugas mulia yaiyu hang-out di hari libur (thung thing thung thing ” Hang Out di Hari Libur”). Kami hendak berenang pagi itu. Setelah membahas tempat berenabg yang akan didatangi, kami memilih untuk berenang di Cokro. &lt;br /&gt;What a beautiful trip!! Suasana selama perjalanan begitu indah. Jalanan tidak terlalu ramai, pemandangan sawahnya bagus. &lt;br /&gt;Tidak sampai setengah jam, kami sudah sampai di Cokro yang terletak di belakang SMP N 1 Tulung ( SMP 1 atau 2 ya, aku lupa hwehwe). Di spanduknya tertulis Kolam renang Ingas. Setelah membayar parkir sebesar dua ribu rupiing, kami masuk ke lokasi. Kami membeli tiket seharga tiga ribu rupiing. Aneh bin ajaibnya, kami tidak dikasih tiket masuk cuy. Jadi cuma bayar lalu masuk gitu doang. Masak tempat rekreasi sistemnya seperti itu sih?? Aku tanya ma temanku C***dra yang ikut pemilihan Mas dan Mbak Klaten. Katanya itu adalah tindakan korupsi yang sering terjadi di tempat ini. OMG! Padahal hari itu pengunjungnya banyak, walaupun bukan hari libur nasional.&lt;br /&gt;Kami pun segera masuk ke lokasi melewati sebuah jembatan kayu dan tali dan kawat sepanjangnya. Jembatan bergoyang-goyang membuat kami agak takut tetapi seru. Sampai di lokasi, kami mulai mengobservasi dan menelaah tempat (iiiih... bahasanya).&lt;br /&gt;Ada beberapa fakta mengenai tempat ini: &lt;br /&gt;1. banyak penjual makanan dan minuman yang berjualan di dalam lokasi. Mereka berebut pengunjung agar memakai tikar yang mereka sediakan seharga dua ribu rupiing.&lt;br /&gt;2. ada tiga bagian dari tempat ini, yang pertama adalah waterboom, yang hanya beroperasi di weekend saja (dan sayangnya hari itu bukan weekend, sial!tapi untung masih bisa foto-foto di kolam kosong...hwehwe). dan bagian yang kedua adalah kolam renang yang terlihat jarang dipakai dan kolam berarus yang sebenarnya hanyalah penggalan sungai. Dan bagian yang terakhir adalah sesuatu yang rahasia.&lt;br /&gt;3. banyak orang berpacara di sini.&lt;br /&gt;Setelah meletakkan barang-barang kami di tikar yang tidak gratis. Denga setengah hati yang kira-kira 130 gram, aku pun mulai strip my clothes in front of public eyes. Dan dengan setengah hati pula aku masuk ke kolam berarus tersebut. Agak illfeel, dan males ketika berenang di tempat ini. Disebabkan oleh karena yang bagaimana tadi ada ibu-ibu yang nyuci bajunya di sungai tersebut waktu kami datang ditambah waktu kami nyebur e e e e ada cowok yang hanya memakai celana dalam mandi di pinggir sungai. Keliatannya sih garang, banyak tattoo di lengan-lengannya tapi tetap cuci mukanya pakai sabun P*nds. Hiii aku jadi males sendiri gitoh. Ya setelah bermain ban, mencoba berenang dari hulu ke hilir , mencoba fasilitas jaccuzzi yang ada (beneran ada lo, jadi di bagian sumber airnya itu banyak menimbulkan gelembung-gelembung udara bertekanan tinggi dan butuh perjuangan besar agar kami bisa bertahan di tempat itu hwewe), kami pun keluar dari sunagi berair dingin tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;Setelah berganti baju, kami pun mencoba mengobservasi tempat itu lebih jauh. Kami mencoba mendatangi tempat yang tidak kami ketahui sebelumnya, tempat bagian ketiga, sesuatu yang rahasia yang kami sebut ” The Lapak-Lapak”. Ceritanya sih kami sudah hendak pulang, tetapi kami curiga sebab ada pasangan muda-mudi yang berjalan dari jembatan masuk mengambil arah kiri, menuruni tangga, berbelok dan hilang di tengah rimbunnya pohon-pohon dan gemericik air sungai. Kami pun dengan wajah innocent mencoba mengulik kemana mereka pergi. Kami mencoba menyusuri sungai, ternyata disini ada warung-warung yang terlihat sepi, kami pun menerobosnya, berjalan lebih jauh dan OMG!!! A big surprise! WTF...! Seorang laki-laki bertelanjang dada keluar dari sebuah lapak, seperti sebuah kamar bertembokan kain yang dekil berukuran 2x2 m kali ya yang terletak di lereng sungai Cokro terseut. Laki-laki itu turun menghampiri penjual yang terletak dibawah lapak tersebut dan kembali masuk ke lapaknya. Dan tebak apa yang ada di pikiran kami, it’s A SEX PLACE.&lt;br /&gt;I am speechless. Ada lebih dari sepuluh lapak-lapak seperti itu. Kata temanku, ketika pria itu keluar, ada seorang wanita di dalamnya. Dan setelah lebih jauh kuamati pria itu dengan confident memakai jeans tanpa dikaitkan buttonnya, jadi bahas jawanya motrok motrok metek metek terlihat Compact Discnya. Anjrit. Then we escaped from that place and started to analyze, apa benar pasangan muda yang membuat kami curiga itu juga hilang di tempat ini dan menempati salah satu lapak-lapak disini??? Dan dalam perjalanan pulang, kami mengamati lecih dari tiga pasangan muda hilang di rerimbuan pohon itu pula. Do they have s… on that place? Damn, it’s a big question.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381725512260225117-6471549112635239331?l=tommypamungkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tommypamungkas.blogspot.com/feeds/6471549112635239331/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381725512260225117&amp;postID=6471549112635239331' title='3 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381725512260225117/posts/default/6471549112635239331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381725512260225117/posts/default/6471549112635239331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommypamungkas.blogspot.com/2009/05/secret-is-questioned.html' title='the secret is questioned.'/><author><name>saint paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03751192665501213088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/SVWtNaPsx_I/AAAAAAAAACo/t_TjmzEw-Vc/S220/GorillAZz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/SgfArER3LuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/e2x5fFB1BOQ/s72-c/gorgeous.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381725512260225117.post-1264990233048893807</id><published>2009-03-18T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T02:57:32.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>me in new way of look</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/ScDFKGrlySI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Y1iLfEb9MPM/s1600-h/evil+joker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/ScDFKGrlySI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Y1iLfEb9MPM/s400/evil+joker.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314464337679993122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my funny bad side. evil and humourous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381725512260225117-1264990233048893807?l=tommypamungkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tommypamungkas.blogspot.com/feeds/1264990233048893807/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381725512260225117&amp;postID=1264990233048893807' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381725512260225117/posts/default/1264990233048893807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381725512260225117/posts/default/1264990233048893807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommypamungkas.blogspot.com/2009/03/me-in-new-way-of-look.html' title='me in new way of look'/><author><name>saint paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03751192665501213088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/SVWtNaPsx_I/AAAAAAAAACo/t_TjmzEw-Vc/S220/GorillAZz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/ScDFKGrlySI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Y1iLfEb9MPM/s72-c/evil+joker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381725512260225117.post-6181363363452089477</id><published>2009-03-18T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T01:53:15.176-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='handwritten'/><title type='text'>Aku dan Kata-kataku</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pernah merasa Reader bahwa kebahagiaan itu terlalu singkat untuk dirasakan? Kenapa euphoria kebahagian itu hanya sekejap, dan berangsur-angsur hilang dan kembali digantikan perasaan datar dan rapuh, tidak semangat. Aku bertanya-tanya, betapa bahagianya menjadi makhluk kecil yang belum mengerti akan bagaimana berputarnya dunia, yang disebut sebagai seorang anak. Mereka selalu semangat dan bahagia baik ada maupun tiada alasan. Pernah mendengar anak tujuh tahun berkata,” Aku ga semangat. Aku ga mood.”? Kalau pernah, mungkin anak itu meniru perkataanku saat aku memaksanya untuk berkata seperti itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Andai kita menjadi makhluk dengan perasaan seperti anak-anak, selalu tertarik akan segala hal, bersemangat, can be fun with no reasons, pasti akan menyenangkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pertengahan Januari, aku merasakan hari itu akan terasa beda. Sesuatu yang telah menggangguku selama beberapa hari terakhir dengan potongan-potongan mimpi kecemasan yang diakhiri dengan kesadaran penuh prasangka. Sebuah jawaban yang akan ku dapat di sekolahku, di kelasku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Berawal dari sebuah hari. Yang bagiku hari itu merupakan hari yang berbeda dari tujuh hari lainnya, seperti hari kedelapan dalam satu minggu yang hanya akan ada dalam satu putaran waktu tertentu. Hari itu di kelas, dunia berputar layaknya hari-hari sebelumnya, berputar bukan layaknya bumi dan rotasinya, tetapi layaknya mur dengan bautnya yang berputar sekaligus bergerak ke atas, dan aku berada menjadi ulirnya, ikut berputar, berpegang dengan erat pada sendi-sendinya, berusaha meraih nafas lebih di sana. Di sana, di rumah kedua yang memberikan lebih banyak luapan emosi dan perasaan daripada rumah pertama selama tiga tahun terakhir, aku menunggu sesuatu untuk datang. Apa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Seorang perempuan yang adalah seorang guru, masuk ke dalam rumah keduaku. Putaran dunia berhenti sejenak, kami para pengejar mimpi terdiam dan terbangun dari kegiatan kami masing-masing, berpikir, menggambar huruf-huruf, mencerna buku atau hanya sekedar menatap kosong penuh ketidakpastian, untuk mendengar apa yang hendak ia ucapkan pada kami. Dengan penuh keyakiaan dan ritme yang tetap ia mengumandangkan sebuah berita, akan adanya pendaftaran masuk higher world for us, the dreamer chasers, called University of Indonesia melalui jalur PMDK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sebagai pengejar mimpi tingkat tiga di dunia menengah atas, waktu kami menempati rumah ini sudah hampir habis. Kami harus mencari dunia lain  tingkat berikutnya yang membawa kami menjadi satu langkah lebih dekat dengan impian kami, yaitu perguruan tinggi. Kami semua mempunyai satu kata satu tujuan untuk berusaha masuk ke sana. Tak terkecuali aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Aku adalah bagian dari masayarakat scientifique. Aku tidak brilian dalam menjadi orang scientifique, bukan makhluk tercerdas yang berjalan dengan dua kaki dan memakan memakai kedua tangan, bukan pula anak seorang pendeta yang berjalan dengan keanggunan dan menebarkan aroma-aroma imam, tetapi hal itu tidak mencegahku untuk terus berkarya dengan caraku, dengan bagaimana instingku menuntunku, dengan bagaimana tanganku bergerak dan kakiku berjalan, dan dengan cara bagaimana jantungku berdegup dan keringatku menetes. Tetapi untuk duniaku berikutnya, aku menolak untuk menjadi bagian dari masyarakat scientifique. Akan suatu idealisme dalam pribadi, yang merasa bahwa masyarakat scientifique itu akan membatasi diriku untuk berkembang. Aku lebih mencintai untuk menjalin relasi, menganalisis isu-isu sosial, mengembangkan kemampuan-kemampuan verbal dan soft skill, mengamati manusia-manusia lain yang dinamis, dan mencerna kondisi-kondisi dunia ini. Aku memutuskan hendak menjadi masyarakat socialize. As my wish to be A Great Ambassador, this path is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bantingnya diriku menjadi masyarakat socializ, tidak cukup membuat pribadiku bangga dan merayakannya dengan pesta minuman memabukkan bersama teman-teman, dengan gelas-gelas berdenting dan alunan musik yang menenangkan jiwa. Aku menantikan diriku lebih, lebih berkembang dan lebih besar dan tegar. Aku percaya akan adanya satu tempat yang Tuhan telah sediakan untukku. Aku sendiri yang mensketsanya dengan tanganku. Semuanya telah kumiliki dalam dunia imajinasiku, dan satu persatu pintu imajinasiku terbuka menuju dunia nyata atas dorongan pribadiku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Back to the reality, aku bertanya kepada si pembawa berita, akan adanya  kemungkinan bagi aku untuk masuk menjadi masyarakat socialize UI. Sebagai aturan yang umum, apabila kita ingin mencari dunia perguruan tinggi melalui jalur PMDK, kita hanya boleh mendaftar sesuai dengan jenis masyarakat kita. Scientifique will be scientifique and socialize will be socialize. UI tidak pada umumnya. Sesuai dengan bunga tidurku, bagian Fisip UI memberikan semua golongan masyarakat untuk masuk. Bulls-eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kesempatan telah memanggilku dengan keanggunannya. Aku merasa pantas untuk mengejar keindahan dan kenikmatannya. Ragu memang ada di dalam pikiran, tetapi keraguan berbuah tak ada saat ini. Aku membiarkan pikiranku berkelana ketika si pembawa berita sudah pergi. Memikirkan setiap kemungkinan. Hal ini pasti menyenangkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kudatangi istana si pembawa berita, aku melibatkan diriku dalam hal ini. Aku mendapatkan potongan-potongan kertas yang harus kuisi dengan identitasku. Aku membawanya pulang. Aku berkata kepada Kekasih Ayah, Kekasih Ibu dan Kekasih Kakak. Mereka mengiyakan akan keputusanku tanpa ekspresi lebih. Siapa peduli. Aku mencari semua persyaratannya sendiri dan menyiapkannya dan dengan sedikit bantuan Kekasih Ayah, aku mampu mengumpulkan persyaratan-persyaratan pendaftaran tersebut esok paginya. Identitas, surat ini, surat itu, rapor, piagam, fotocopy blah blah blah. Aku telah menyiapkannya dengan seksama dan aku memilih FISIP Komunikasi sebagai targetku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Seribu jalan menuju Roma. Kau bisa menggali tanah, jatuh dari langit, atau kau nisa bereinkarnasi dahulu untuk menjadi orang Roma. Untuk menjadi great Ambassador kita tidak harus belajar dahulu di jurusan Hubungan Internasional. Smart, good analizer, multiple tongues, Voila U can be Ambassador. The small bird also tells me that, Departemen Luar Negeri masih erat unsur nepotismenya dan peluang masuk kesana masih kecil untuk beberapa tahun ke depan. Dan aku mempunyai rencana yang lebih baik. Mahasiswa, Dosen, lalu jalur politik, rektor atau ambassador. How beautiful life it is! Jurusan komunikasi aku tepat bagi aku. Aku akan maksimalkan diriku di sana. Dan menunggu apa yang sudah aku punya dalam angan-angan menjadi kenyataan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Diantara hari hariku yang kulalui, aku merasa takut, khawatir dan ragu. Aku membentuk diriku terlalu menggantungkan pada pmdk ini. Kebahagiaan apabila diterima di pmdk ini terlalu membuaiku. Aku khawatir, bagaimana bila tidak diterima ini, akan bagaimana relief-relief wajahku nanti? Gumpalan harapanku pasti akan pecah dan meracuni pembuluh darahku. Demam keraguan memperparah diriku dengan adanya orang-orang yang menebar omong kosong dalam telingaku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sembari menunggu jawaban dari sang penguasa, aku setia berdiri menunggu. Angin keraguan dan hujan ketakutan menerpaku, aku bertahan dan berpegang dengan Rosario dan Kekasih dan cinta-cintaku. Aku berterimakasih kepada teman-teman ku sesama pengejar mimpi yang membantu diriku untuk tenang. Heppy si pengejar Accountant/ Alchemist, Nio si pengejar Manager/ Superstar/ Zimbabwe President ( who we have plan that someday we made a company together), Chandra si pengejar Doctor/ Computist and all of my fellows yang membantu menjernihkan pikiran ketika aku mulai bingung dan ketakutan tak terkendali untuk menerima kenyataan yang akan datang. Ketulusan dan keikhlasan aku rasakan dari jamahan-jamahan suara kasihnya. Kalian baik adanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Satu bulan berlalu. Pengumuman yang berhari-hari belum kunjung datang membuatku hopeless. Aku sudah bersiap untuk meneruskan hidupku, mencari pesona kesempatan lain dan melupakan asa yang tersisa. Ternyata Tuhanku sang Gembala diriku, mencintaiku diriku. Aku dipanggil oleh sang Kepala Dunia, Bapak Widiarto. Ku datangi tempatnya ia berada dan dengan senyumnya yang meyakinkan dan dengan suaranya ia menyatakan aku lolos pmdk UI. Tuhan mewujudkan impianku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Meledaklah diriku. Mulutku tidak bisa berhenti tersenyum. Nafasku tersengal-sengal akan kebahagian ini. Aku ingin melompat-lompat hingga aku bisa bergabung dengan kapas-kapas putih di langit. Aku gembira. Bahagia. Aku ingin berlari-lari membawa pita merah yang besar dan panjang melintasi padang rumput yang hijau sambil bersukaria. Andai ada segerombol kelompok sirkus melintas, aku pasti bergabung bergembira bersama. Aku sambut tangan-tangan penuh kasih sang Guru-Guru disertai sebingkis senyum. Aku ingin memeluk semua temanku. Aku ingin berbagi kebahagianku. Pengejar mimpi mengucapkan selamat kepadaku. Aku mencintai mereka. Aku ingin mengungkapkan kebahagianku bersama mereka, tetapi aku tak mau membuat mereka berpikir bahwa aku melambung terlalu jauh dari bumi. Tapi aku yakin mereka akan mengerti aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Itu adalah kado ulang tahun terbaik hingga saat ini. Enam hari sebelum ulang tahunku aku menerima rahmat dari sang Gembala yang aku sangat mencintainya. O God, my life is Urs. Terimakasih Tuhan. Terimakasih Kekasih-Kekasihku. Dan Para Pengejar Mimpi yang aku tidak mau kehilangan.Semua yang aku anggap sahabat dirumah keduaku, semuanya. Teristimewa bagi kalian yang istimewa.  U r my best.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lasarafirefox.com/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/gratitude_profile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 423px;" src="http://www.lasarafirefox.com/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/gratitude_profile.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/5381725512260225117-6181363363452089477?l=tommypamungkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tommypamungkas.blogspot.com/feeds/6181363363452089477/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381725512260225117&amp;postID=6181363363452089477' title='6 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381725512260225117/posts/default/6181363363452089477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381725512260225117/posts/default/6181363363452089477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommypamungkas.blogspot.com/2009/03/aku-dan-kata-kataku.html' title='Aku dan Kata-kataku'/><author><name>saint paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03751192665501213088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/SVWtNaPsx_I/AAAAAAAAACo/t_TjmzEw-Vc/S220/GorillAZz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381725512260225117.post-2545205594237107048</id><published>2009-01-30T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T21:42:31.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>doakan aku ya</title><content type='html'>pembaca pembaca blog ku yang aku kasihi&lt;br /&gt;aku mohon doa dukungan dan semangatnya agar aku diterima di&lt;br /&gt;ppkb UI (pmdk ) jurusan Komunikasi&lt;br /&gt;Semoga yang terbaik bagi aku yaitu diterima di UI merupakan yang terbaik pula&lt;br /&gt;dari Tuhan untuk aku.&lt;br /&gt;doakan. amin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terimakasih&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381725512260225117-2545205594237107048?l=tommypamungkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tommypamungkas.blogspot.com/feeds/2545205594237107048/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381725512260225117&amp;postID=2545205594237107048' title='8 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381725512260225117/posts/default/2545205594237107048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381725512260225117/posts/default/2545205594237107048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommypamungkas.blogspot.com/2009/01/doakan-aku-ya.html' title='doakan aku ya'/><author><name>saint paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03751192665501213088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/SVWtNaPsx_I/AAAAAAAAACo/t_TjmzEw-Vc/S220/GorillAZz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381725512260225117.post-2368175657904278250</id><published>2009-01-10T02:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T02:34:10.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>gambar gambar lucu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/SWh49npRZXI/AAAAAAAAAEg/MWGmxUcrYDw/s1600-h/womens+problems.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/SWh49npRZXI/AAAAAAAAAEg/MWGmxUcrYDw/s400/womens+problems.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289610762356090226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/SWh49nmN7WI/AAAAAAAAAEY/9aX4aFLO70M/s1600-h/stop+following+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/SWh49nmN7WI/AAAAAAAAAEY/9aX4aFLO70M/s400/stop+following+me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289610762343279970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/SWh4tkm_I-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/t8_ugeA34Nc/s1600-h/recycling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 140px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/SWh4tehJgwI/AAAAAAAAADw/h_nxjpeh8uk/s400/evolution+of+man.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289610485028193026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381725512260225117-2368175657904278250?l=tommypamungkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tommypamungkas.blogspot.com/feeds/2368175657904278250/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381725512260225117&amp;postID=2368175657904278250' title='4 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381725512260225117/posts/default/2368175657904278250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381725512260225117/posts/default/2368175657904278250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommypamungkas.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='gambar gambar lucu'/><author><name>saint paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03751192665501213088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/SVWtNaPsx_I/AAAAAAAAACo/t_TjmzEw-Vc/S220/GorillAZz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/SWh49npRZXI/AAAAAAAAAEg/MWGmxUcrYDw/s72-c/womens+problems.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381725512260225117.post-7918395501518198908</id><published>2009-01-10T01:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T01:47:33.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wallpaper of this day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/SWhsxyJ_ehI/AAAAAAAAADo/JK8afxFyT3c/s1600-h/scape.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/SWhsxyJ_ehI/AAAAAAAAADo/JK8afxFyT3c/s400/scape.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289597364879718930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/SWhsxtjptTI/AAAAAAAAADg/-VdnP1eGOcc/s1600-h/reduce+reuse+recycle+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/SWhsxtjptTI/AAAAAAAAADg/-VdnP1eGOcc/s400/reduce+reuse+recycle+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289597363645166898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/SWhsxQjHCTI/AAAAAAAAADY/uw239slatp4/s1600-h/looking+for.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/SWhsxQjHCTI/AAAAAAAAADY/uw239slatp4/s400/looking+for.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289597355858266418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/SWhsxcTIbDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/cVDb55N_xGc/s1600-h/keramix+of+fren.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/SWhsxcTIbDI/AAAAAAAAADQ/cVDb55N_xGc/s400/keramix+of+fren.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289597359012473906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/SWhsxNXqWOI/AAAAAAAAADI/9O7CWqrowXA/s1600-h/HSSG0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/SWhsxNXqWOI/AAAAAAAAADI/9O7CWqrowXA/s400/HSSG0004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289597355004942562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381725512260225117-7918395501518198908?l=tommypamungkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tommypamungkas.blogspot.com/feeds/7918395501518198908/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381725512260225117&amp;postID=7918395501518198908' title='2 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381725512260225117/posts/default/7918395501518198908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381725512260225117/posts/default/7918395501518198908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommypamungkas.blogspot.com/2009/01/wallpaper-of-this-day.html' title='wallpaper of this day'/><author><name>saint paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03751192665501213088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/SVWtNaPsx_I/AAAAAAAAACo/t_TjmzEw-Vc/S220/GorillAZz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/SWhsxyJ_ehI/AAAAAAAAADo/JK8afxFyT3c/s72-c/scape.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381725512260225117.post-6455285087207365369</id><published>2009-01-09T06:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T01:29:12.285-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liburan'/><title type='text'>Heroes season 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/SWhqM9pqsjI/AAAAAAAAADA/0t-ERU2i168/s1600-h/heroes_casttitel_2_w573_h_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/SWhqM9pqsjI/AAAAAAAAADA/0t-ERU2i168/s400/heroes_casttitel_2_w573_h_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289594533286949426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waktu liburan kmaren, aku menghabiskan sbagian waktuku untuk melihat DVD Heroes season 3: Villain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awal episode menceritakan akhir cerita Heroes season 2 dmana Nathan Petrelli ditembak oleh seseorang dan ternyata adalah Peter yg datang dari masa depan. Ternyata gara-gara Nathan bercerita akan kmampuannya untuk terbang, maka penduduk bumi bisa memiliki ability yg ddapat scara genetika.&lt;br /&gt;Dari situlah, para heroes memulai ptualangan mereka untuk mengubah masa depan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menurutku, Heroes season 3 cukup bagus dbandingkan season 2.&lt;br /&gt;Heroes 3 ad 13 episodes, apa mungkin msh krna writer's strike?&lt;br /&gt;Ceritany bfokus pada tokoh2 lama, dengan pngungkapan masa lalu dan depan mereka.&lt;br /&gt;Sedikit tokoh baru yg bperan membuat cerita kurang seru. Dan juga kita kadang sulit menangkap ceritanya karena alur yg begitu cepat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tokoh2 yg mati di Heroes 3:&lt;br /&gt;Elle, bpkny Elle, Claire (tp hdup lagi), ibu kandung Elle, mr. Petreli, ayah Parkman, sm yg umur 400 tahun itu aq lupa namany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penasaran Kan?&lt;br /&gt;Tunggu aja tanggal mainnya.&lt;br /&gt;I luv Heroes. I like Sylar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381725512260225117-6455285087207365369?l=tommypamungkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tommypamungkas.blogspot.com/feeds/6455285087207365369/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381725512260225117&amp;postID=6455285087207365369' title='3 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381725512260225117/posts/default/6455285087207365369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381725512260225117/posts/default/6455285087207365369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommypamungkas.blogspot.com/2009/01/heroes-season-3.html' title='Heroes season 3'/><author><name>saint paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03751192665501213088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/SVWtNaPsx_I/AAAAAAAAACo/t_TjmzEw-Vc/S220/GorillAZz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/SWhqM9pqsjI/AAAAAAAAADA/0t-ERU2i168/s72-c/heroes_casttitel_2_w573_h_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381725512260225117.post-1184545479287678937</id><published>2008-12-26T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T20:36:59.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://typicalmacuser.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/800px-merry_christmas_1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 585px; height: 539px;" src="http://typicalmacuser.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/800px-merry_christmas_1.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY!!!&lt;br /&gt;JINGGLE ON THE WAYYYYY.................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;You better watch out&lt;br /&gt;You better not cry&lt;br /&gt;You better not pout&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you why&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus is coming to town&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus is coming to town&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus is coming to town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's making a list,&lt;br /&gt;Checking it twice;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna find out who's naughty or nice.&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus is coming to town&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus is coming to town&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus is coming to town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sees you when you're sleeping&lt;br /&gt;He knows when you're awake&lt;br /&gt;He knows if you've been bad or good&lt;br /&gt;So be good for goodness sake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With little tin horns and little toy drums&lt;br /&gt;Rooty toot toots and rummy tum tums&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus is coming to town&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus is coming to town&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus is coming to town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sees you when you're sleeping&lt;br /&gt;He knows when you're awake&lt;br /&gt;He knows if you've been bad or good&lt;br /&gt;So be good for goodness sake&lt;br /&gt;Goodness sake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You better watch out&lt;br /&gt;You better not cry&lt;br /&gt;You better not pout&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you why&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus is coming to town&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus is coming to town&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus is coming&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus is coming&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus is coming to town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Coming to town)&lt;br /&gt;Santa's a busy man he has no time to play&lt;br /&gt;He's got millions of stockings to fill on Christmas day&lt;br /&gt;(Santa Claus is coming to town)&lt;br /&gt;(Coming to town)&lt;br /&gt;(Santa Claus is coming to town)&lt;br /&gt;(Coming to town)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381725512260225117-1184545479287678937?l=tommypamungkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tommypamungkas.blogspot.com/feeds/1184545479287678937/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381725512260225117&amp;postID=1184545479287678937' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381725512260225117/posts/default/1184545479287678937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381725512260225117/posts/default/1184545479287678937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommypamungkas.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-time.html' title='christmas time'/><author><name>saint paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03751192665501213088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/SVWtNaPsx_I/AAAAAAAAACo/t_TjmzEw-Vc/S220/GorillAZz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381725512260225117.post-3126240295595386742</id><published>2008-12-26T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T20:15:33.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>reflection in the end of this year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.designboom.com/eng/interview/sagmeister/5-my-life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 277px;" src="http://www.designboom.com/eng/interview/sagmeister/5-my-life.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salah satu prinsip yang aku pegang teguh.&lt;br /&gt;Bahwa hidupku adalah perjuangan ku. Hidupku adalah aku yang menentukan. Hidupku adalah medan lagaku. Kenapa kita harus susah dengan kehadiran orang lain di kehidupan kita, punya hak apa dia di hidup kita, terserah &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what people say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chapter 1&lt;br /&gt;i dedicated to persons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Bagian dari pribadiku memang self-centered, aku tidak mau hidup tergantung orang lain, sengsara karena orang lain, di injak-injak orang lain. Bangsat kau manusia yang merendahkan aku sebagai ciptaan Tuhan. Heh, apa yang kamu bilang?&lt;br /&gt;Aku 17 tahun, lelaki idealis masih ketara dalam diriku. Tetapi apa salahnya, aku tidak mau ada orang yang datang dalam hidupku, berlagak mengerti aku, menasehati aku, dan big bull shit, mocking me behind. I hate you person, mau kamu itu apa mempermainkan aku? Kamu itu siapa? Aku jauh lebih baik darimu! Biar aku Nazi atau hitler, tapi aku masih fuc***g aware tentang batasan batasan dalam hidupku. Aku masih beriman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku ingin menjadi tenang, kalem dan easy goin. Tetapi kau membuatku untuk tidak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chapter 2&lt;br /&gt;It's about me. The Sinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.christcenteredmall.com/stores/art/dicianni/previews/the_sinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 284px;" src="http://www.christcenteredmall.com/stores/art/dicianni/previews/the_sinner.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebuah teka teki tentang diriku yang bahkan aku pun belum yakin akan jawabannya. Yang aku simpan dalam sebuah lemari, terkadang ku menganalisanya lagi, ku cari jawabannya, ku robek-robek, tetapi kusatukan kembali. Belum ku bagi, belum ku publikasi, hanya dengan Cintaku, Jesus, aku bercerita.&lt;br /&gt;Ku nantikan jawaban dariNya, tetapi kenapa jawaban itu belum juga datang. Ku bermain api, ku berhenti bermain api. Tetapi aku belum mengerti, bagaimana reaksiNya! Aku buka seluruh indera ku.&lt;br /&gt;Hidupku adalah hidupku. Tetapi hidupku adalah untukNya. 100%.&lt;br /&gt;Where is the sin? what is sin? is my action sin? is sins just a people creation?&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me. My faith is totally Yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chapter 3.&lt;br /&gt;determination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://jtm.hkcampus.net/%7Ejtm-wtc/hardworking.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 319px;" src="http://jtm.hkcampus.net/%7Ejtm-wtc/hardworking.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku semakin sadar. Aku bisa meraih SEGALA YANG AKU INGINKAN. Cars, Houses, Luxurious, anything. Kita semua bisa. Kita punya waktu sama 24 jam sehari, 7 hari seminggu. Dan takdir pun tidak selalu memihak kamu dan mereka. Itu sebuah roda.&lt;br /&gt;Pertanyaannya adalah, ketika roda itu berada di atas bagi kita, seberapa maksimalkah kita memanfaatkannya? Posisi paling atas SBY mungkin hanya Presiden RI, tetapi posisi paling atas Gandhi adalah tokoh dunia pemenang nobel.&lt;br /&gt;Aku tidak minder dengan mereka yang bersuka akan prestasinya.&lt;br /&gt;Aku bernafsu untuk mengalahkan mereka, tertawa kepada mereka. Mungkin tidak sejahat itu.&lt;br /&gt;Aku akan mulai bekerja keras. Aku berjuang mati-matian. Aku rela prihatin dan sengsara. Aku memuliakan nama Tuhan , berdoa kepadanya. Yakin. Aku pasti Bisa.&lt;br /&gt;Semakin keras aku berusaha, semakin tinggi aku berada di roda nanti.&lt;br /&gt;Ku mulai sekarang. Kunikmati pada waktu yang tak terduga dan tak terasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 4&lt;br /&gt;Tujuan Hidupku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.users.bigpond.com/SCHIP/scans/JesusCarryCross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 550px; height: 375px;" src="http://www.users.bigpond.com/SCHIP/scans/JesusCarryCross.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JESUS Allah Bapa.&lt;br /&gt;Aku hanya sebuah sampah terbang melayang tanpa tujuan bila tanpaNya. Ini Imanku. Aku bersaksi. Bila kau merasa aku lebih akan sesuatu, itu semuanya KarenaNya.&lt;br /&gt;I love You Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;Realy realy love.&lt;br /&gt;Aku mencintaimu, segenap hatiku.&lt;br /&gt;Entah mengapa, ku kadang mengkhianati Cinta Kasihmu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381725512260225117-3126240295595386742?l=tommypamungkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tommypamungkas.blogspot.com/feeds/3126240295595386742/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381725512260225117&amp;postID=3126240295595386742' title='1 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381725512260225117/posts/default/3126240295595386742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381725512260225117/posts/default/3126240295595386742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommypamungkas.blogspot.com/2008/12/reflection-in-end-of-this-year.html' title='reflection in the end of this year'/><author><name>saint paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03751192665501213088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/SVWtNaPsx_I/AAAAAAAAACo/t_TjmzEw-Vc/S220/GorillAZz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381725512260225117.post-5504989188861371852</id><published>2008-12-18T19:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T19:58:45.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://portal.eatonweb.com/"&gt;EatonWeb Blog Directory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381725512260225117-5504989188861371852?l=tommypamungkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tommypamungkas.blogspot.com/feeds/5504989188861371852/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381725512260225117&amp;postID=5504989188861371852' title='3 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381725512260225117/posts/default/5504989188861371852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381725512260225117/posts/default/5504989188861371852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommypamungkas.blogspot.com/2008/12/eatonweb-blog-directory.html' title=''/><author><name>saint paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03751192665501213088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/SVWtNaPsx_I/AAAAAAAAACo/t_TjmzEw-Vc/S220/GorillAZz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381725512260225117.post-1384203010830447813</id><published>2008-11-18T15:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T16:19:24.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>image of this day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/SSNXwKdSrbI/AAAAAAAAACE/oyO7lhrfBoQ/s1600-h/hehe+narsis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/SSNXwKdSrbI/AAAAAAAAACE/oyO7lhrfBoQ/s400/hehe+narsis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270152473906163122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;looks so friendly ya. i am what i am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/SSNXwFWPgWI/AAAAAAAAAB8/c0OBe-m9PT4/s1600-h/phoenix-inc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/SSNXwFWPgWI/AAAAAAAAAB8/c0OBe-m9PT4/s400/phoenix-inc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270152472534417762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;logo of imagination company. phoenix inc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/SSNXv1p0mlI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Fm5hlBWfOCw/s1600-h/FIORENTINO+ROSSO+MADONNA+CH+SAINTS+DETAIL.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/SSNXv1p0mlI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Fm5hlBWfOCw/s400/FIORENTINO+ROSSO+MADONNA+CH+SAINTS+DETAIL.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270152468321573458" border="0" /&gt;karya &lt;/a&gt;Rosso Fiorentino berjudul "Two cherubs reading, detail from Madonna and Child with Saints"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/SSNXvtkzfLI/AAAAAAAAABs/pHNIFBJ6_jo/s1600-h/me+and+fellows.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/SSNXvtkzfLI/AAAAAAAAABs/pHNIFBJ6_jo/s400/me+and+fellows.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270152466153045170" border="0" /&gt;m&lt;/a&gt;e and friends spending time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/SSNXvk5567I/AAAAAAAAABk/4pJgP4WRCaA/s1600-h/sunrise.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/SSNXvk5567I/AAAAAAAAABk/4pJgP4WRCaA/s400/sunrise.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270152463825628082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sunrise in front of my door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381725512260225117-1384203010830447813?l=tommypamungkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tommypamungkas.blogspot.com/feeds/1384203010830447813/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381725512260225117&amp;postID=1384203010830447813' title='2 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381725512260225117/posts/default/1384203010830447813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381725512260225117/posts/default/1384203010830447813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommypamungkas.blogspot.com/2008/11/image-of-this-day.html' title='image of this day'/><author><name>saint paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03751192665501213088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/SVWtNaPsx_I/AAAAAAAAACo/t_TjmzEw-Vc/S220/GorillAZz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/SSNXwKdSrbI/AAAAAAAAACE/oyO7lhrfBoQ/s72-c/hehe+narsis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381725512260225117.post-7701512520600608243</id><published>2008-11-18T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T15:52:27.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dear Mr. Ambassador</title><content type='html'>Pada suatu malam aku mengetik sebuah naskah surat tentang kebingunganku . Aku harus mulai menetapkan langkahku. Aku punya sasaran tembak yang harus aku bidik dan tembak dengan tepat. Oleh karena itu aku mencoba mencari petunjuk. Tetapi aku ragu. Sebenarnya aku sudah memegang beberapa alamat duta besar Indonesia, tetapi aku belum siap untuk mengirimkannya. Mungkin lewat blog ini, akan datang petunjuk yang akan menuntunku untuk meraih impianku dan sasaran tembakku. Terimakasih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yth. Bapak Duta Besar&lt;br /&gt;Di tempat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum Wr. Wb&lt;br /&gt;Salam Sejahtera&lt;br /&gt;Berkah Dalem&lt;br /&gt;Kepada Bapak yang sedang membaca surat ini, semoga dalam keadaan sehat dan damai juga selalu diberkahi rahmat dan anugerah oleh TYME. Saya doakan pula Bapak dan keluarga selalu dalam perlindunagan­-Nya. Perkenankan saya untuk memperkenalkan diri saya. Nama saya Paulus Tommy Pamungkas. Saya siswa SMA N 1 Klaten kelas XII (3) Science Immersi (program bahasa Inggris untuk mata pelajaran IPA, IPS dan Matemetika). Alamat saya Sinduharjo, Somopuro, Jogonalan, Klaten, desa yang terletak di pinggir jalan Yogya Solo sekitar 10 km ke timur dari Candi Prambanan. Saya lahir di Klaten, 25 Februari 1991, anak bungsu dari 5 bersaudara. Ayah saya seorang guru olahraga di SMP N 1 Karangnongko. Ibu saya seorang rumah tangga. Dan cita-cita saya adalah ingin menjadi Duta Besar.&lt;br /&gt;Sejak SD kelas 3 saya suka akan bahasa Inggris dan budaya asing. Saya mulai mahir berbahasa Inggris di SMP. Saya berprestasi bagus di SMP N 2 Klaten. Beberapa kali juara umum di SMP saya. Saya juga sering memenangkan lomba seperti lomba pidato, lomba geguritan, olimpiade matemetika dan siswa teladan. Menginjak SMA saya mulai menetapkan langkah hidup saya. Guru PPKN saya pernah ngendika kalau cita-cita itu bagaikan naik pesawat terbang, harus ada tujuannya. Kalau tidak ada tujuannya, apakah tidak akan berhenti dan mendarat? Sebelum itu saya sudah menetapkan tujuan slash cita-cita saya, yaitu menjadi duta besar. Beberapa waktu yang lalu saya membaca buku “ The Secrets”. Di sana tertulis hidup ini adalah jin dari lampu Alladin, akan mengabulkan segala hal yang kita minta asal hati, pikiran, jiwa dan perilaku kita setuju dan mendukung hal itu. Pasti terkabul! Dan saya yakin pula Tuhan akan mengabulkan doa saya. Dan sampai surat yang Bapak baca ini ditulis, menjadi duta besar masih menjadi the main choice yang ada dalam pikiran saya.&lt;br /&gt;Saya pernah punya gambaran,untuk menjadi Duta Besar yang Handal, saya harus berkuliah jurusan Hubungan Internasional, disokong kuliah di jurusan komunikasi dan kuliah lagi di jurusan psikologi. Saya pikir, pasti saya akan sangat hebat. Hal itu masih jadi hal yang mungkin dilakukan tetapi masih ada banyak hal yang harus saya telaah untuk mencapai itu. Saya ungkapkan kepada guru saya tentang keinginan saya untuk kuliah di jurusan HI. Panjang lebar kita berdiskusi. Saya lontarkan pertanyaan pada beliau, bagaimana dengan HI UI? Beliau ngendika, jurusan HI di UI merupakan jurusan elite, biaya yang tinggi, dan prospek pekerjaannya hanya satu arah, yaitu di deparemen luar negeri. Sedang di departemen luar negeri, beliau ngendika masih bnyak praktek nepotisme di sana. Jadi untuk harus bekerja di sana, harus punya channels tersendiri. Secara tidak langsung, hal ini mengurangi kesempatan kerja di Deplu yang memang kecil saya pikir. Beliau menyarankan, saya boleh mengambil jurusan apa saja dibantu dengan kemampuan bahasa asing paling tidak 3 bahasa asing. Pasti jalan menjadi Duta Besar akan mudah. Dan juga beliau menyarankan untuk mengambil jurusan Hukum Internasional yang prospek kerja lebih luas dan berpotensi besar dalam dunia diplomasi.&lt;br /&gt;Dari hal-hal yang dikatakan oleh guru Sosiologi saya itu, saya mencoba menganalisa beberapa hal. Biaya untuk sekolah HI di UI memang memerlukan biaya yang besar tetapi lulusan dari HI bisa bekerja dimana pun tidak hanya di deplu. Seperti semua jurusan saat ini, lulusannya dapat bekerja dimana pun. Istilahnya ‘Lintas Bidang’ atau semacamnya. Tetapi saya pikir kemudian, dimanakah letak keprofesionalitasannya kalau dianalogikan lulusan semua jurusan bisa menjadi Duta Besar? Saya setuju dengan pernyataan beliau, untuk menjadi Duta Besar diperlukan modal paling tidak 3 bahasa asing, make sense.&lt;br /&gt;Diri saya dapat saya gambarkan bagi seorang pemanjat tebing, saya berada di dasar dan tujuan saya ada di puncak. Tetapi saya bingung bagaimana mendakinya. Saya akan mendakinya tetapi tidak tahu jalur mana yang harus saya pilih. Saya dianugerahi modal untuk mendaki oleh Pembimbing saya, kemampuan analisis saya dapat diandalkan ( saya sering memenangkan  Debate Competition di berbagai event), kemampuan bahasa Inggris saya ( TOEFL:535, TOEIC: 613), gemar membangun relationship dengan banyak orang, leadership, kemampuan eksak saya yang bagus, hobi saya dengan desain grafis, softskills: speech, debate, singing, drawing, lil’bit dancing, cooking ; prihatin saya, pengetahuan saya, iman saya, lingkungan yang kondusif, dan yang terakhir mimpi saya untuk menuju puncak.&lt;br /&gt;Saya mohon bantuan Bapak untuk mengarahkan saya, saya harap dengan segala pengalaman Bapak, Bapak bisa membimbing saya, menjadi guru saya, panutan saya. Saya mempunyai beberapa pertanyaan yang saya harap Bapak berkenan menjawab&lt;br /&gt;Saya yakin saya akan mencapai puncak tebing tetapi apakah ada modal yang kurang untuk bekal memanjat saya Bapak? Apakah itu Bapak? Dan mengapa saya butuh itu?&lt;br /&gt;Ada beberapa options dalam jalur memanjat saya&lt;br /&gt;o HI UGM&lt;br /&gt;o STAN&lt;br /&gt;o Teknik Elektro UGM/ITB&lt;br /&gt;o Teknik Mesin UGM/ITB&lt;br /&gt;o Pend. Bhs. Inggris Sanata Dharma&lt;br /&gt;o Hukum UGM&lt;br /&gt;o Kursus Bhs. Prancis/Jepang/Cina/yg lain&lt;br /&gt;o Komunikasi UGM&lt;br /&gt;o Saran Bapak(….?)&lt;br /&gt;Jadi menurut Bapak bagaimanakah kombinasi jalur tercepat dan terbaik untuk meraih cita-cita saya slash puncak tebing?&lt;br /&gt;(p.s.: sulit bagi anak IPA untuk mengambil jurusan IPS wktu UM-UGM, tapi saya yakin bisa).&lt;br /&gt;Saya yakin hidup itu proses dan perjuangan. Apa saran Bapak setelah saya lulus dari jalur yang disarankan Bapak? Apakah saya harus menunggu deplu membuka lowoingan kerja? Atau bagaimanakah Bapak?&lt;br /&gt;Apakah ada hal yang Bapak ingin bagi dengan saya atau perlu saya ketahui tentang profesi duta besar?&lt;br /&gt;Semoga Bapak berkenan menjawab dan membalas pertanyaan saya. Bapak dapat membalas surat saya lewat alamat&lt;br /&gt;SMA N 1 Klaten&lt;br /&gt;Jl. Merbabu 13 Klaten Selatan&lt;br /&gt;Klaten Jawa Tengah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Email   : president_phoenix_inc@yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;Friendster : president_phoenix_inc@yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balasan Bapak akan selalu saya nantikan, saya menunggu jawaban, bimbingan, panduan, arahan Bapak Duta Besar, Guru, ……..,. Terimakasih atas segala bantuannya. Akan saya ingat selalu. Semoga hubngan kita tetap terjalin layaknya sesame WNI, pemerintah-rakyat, guru-murid, Duta Besar-Calon Duta Besar, ……-Tommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam Hormat&lt;br /&gt;Klaten,…………2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P. Tommy P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381725512260225117-7701512520600608243?l=tommypamungkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tommypamungkas.blogspot.com/feeds/7701512520600608243/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381725512260225117&amp;postID=7701512520600608243' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381725512260225117/posts/default/7701512520600608243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381725512260225117/posts/default/7701512520600608243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommypamungkas.blogspot.com/2008/11/dear-mr-ambassador.html' title='dear Mr. Ambassador'/><author><name>saint paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03751192665501213088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/SVWtNaPsx_I/AAAAAAAAACo/t_TjmzEw-Vc/S220/GorillAZz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381725512260225117.post-6089160075141768997</id><published>2008-11-18T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T15:48:30.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Skul Life : Chapter One</title><content type='html'>Banishing The Doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s in the morning. Ketika aku sudah resmi menjadi siswa SMA N 1 Klaten dan sedang mengikuti MOS, aku dan beberapa siswa baru SMA N 1 Klaten dipanggil untuk diwawancarai. Kami bertanya-tanya ada apakah gerangan. Wawancara itu dilakukan di lab bahasa oleh dua orang guru sekolah tersebut. Tapi wawancara apa itu?&lt;br /&gt;Ternyata wawancara itu berhubungan dengan seleksi penerimaan kelas program Imersi. Jauh hari sebelum itu aku sudah memutuskan untuk tidak mengambil program khusus apapun di SMA N 1 Klaten. Aku ingin berkarya di kelas reguler. No pressur. I have many chances to develop my skill, school is fun and other thoughts. Ketika wawancara berlangsung, aku mampu menjawabnya dengan baik. Aku kira bahasa Inggrisku cukup bagus. Sekedar untuk menjawab where do you live, tell me your family, atau do u like English,aku bisa. Tetapi ketika pertanyaan apakah aku mau masuk ke kelas Imersi diajukan, aku sempat ragu untuk menjawabnya. Aku telah membuat keputusan untuk masuk  kelas reguler. Tetapi aku meminta waktu untuk mempertimbangkan pertanyaan itu dengan dalih akan bertanya kepada orang tuaku dahulu. Wawancara pun usai, hariku berlanjut. Tak lama hariku pun berakhir.&lt;br /&gt;  Hari terakhir MOS. Aku dan beberapa siswa dipanggil ke lab fisika. Kami pun beranjak meninggalkan ruangan menuju lab fisika. Di sana seorang guru bernama Val. Bambang menunggu. Beliau hendak menanyakan kepastian apakah kami (aku dan tiga orang siswa lainnya) ingin menjadi murid Immersi atau tidak. Pikiran demi pikiran kami lempar untuk didiskusikan bersama bapak Bambang. Keresahanku adalah ketidakpercayaaku pada program Immersi ini akan membawa kemajuan bagiku. Sebab ini tahun pertama bagi program Immersi. Sebagus apakah sih? Tidak ada jaminan. Aku takut aku hanya dijadikan tikus percobaan bagi sebuah eksperimen. Katanya pengajaran dalam bahasa Inggris akan dilakukan secara bertahap, biaya gedung dan bulanan sama dengan reguler. Akhirnya beliau bapak Bambang berhasil meyakinkan kami untuk masuk dalam program Immersi. Beliau berhasil mempersuade aku, dengan menjawab pertanyaanku, apakah aku dapat sukses di program Immersi SMA N 1 Klaten. Beliau menjawab, “Dapat!” dengan syarat aku harus bekerja keras. Tentu syarat itu mutlak tetapi waktu itu aku tidak berpikir sejauh itu. Aku tersugesti oleh bapak Bambang. Aku percaya akan kata-katanya. Entah mengapa pula, hatiku diam saja akan keputusan otakku. Tetapi aku berpikir di kelas Imersi mungkin aku juga bisa berkarya dan mengembangkan skillku. Aku berharap yang terbaik. Paling tidak aku sudah memegang perkataan beliau. Kusingkirkan ragu. Aku percaya God will guide me anywhere anytime. Kuambil kesempatan ini dan tak akan kusia-siakan, kataku dalam hati. Dan kami, aku, Nio, Mega, dan Fatma mengiyakan untuk menjadi siswa program Immersi SMA N 1 Klaten 2005/2006.&lt;br /&gt;  Tetapi sampai sejauh manakah aku dapat sukses di kelas ini? Aku harus mengartikan kata sukses terlebih dahulu sebelum menjawab pertanyaan di atas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/SSNSucwbzRI/AAAAAAAAABc/WoG-485B3UQ/s1600-h/MATT7_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/SSNSucwbzRI/AAAAAAAAABc/WoG-485B3UQ/s400/MATT7_7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270146946900413714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381725512260225117-6089160075141768997?l=tommypamungkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tommypamungkas.blogspot.com/feeds/6089160075141768997/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381725512260225117&amp;postID=6089160075141768997' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381725512260225117/posts/default/6089160075141768997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381725512260225117/posts/default/6089160075141768997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommypamungkas.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-skul-life-chapter-one-banishing.html' title='My Skul Life : Chapter One'/><author><name>saint paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03751192665501213088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/SVWtNaPsx_I/AAAAAAAAACo/t_TjmzEw-Vc/S220/GorillAZz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/SSNSucwbzRI/AAAAAAAAABc/WoG-485B3UQ/s72-c/MATT7_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381725512260225117.post-4983070510158678369</id><published>2008-11-11T02:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T15:49:51.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pieces of my movement</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/SRlb9Avq6eI/AAAAAAAAABU/pbKqzS7O5Mg/s1600-h/EN_Episode_2+%2814%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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Juga bersama dengan artikel tentang SMA N 1 Klaten. yaah yang ini juga unrated edition.&lt;br /&gt;Buat temen-temanku, kasih comment ya. heheh Mari Belajar Berjurnalistik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immersion class&lt;br /&gt;When language is a habit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi world, how is your day? You have known one of the greatest programs on SMA N 1 Klaten is an Immersion program. For you people who don’t know what immersion program is, let me tell you. Immersion program is policy made by Central Java government, where English is a medium instruction for 7 subjects on the first grade and 5 subjects on second grade. The 7 subjects are math, physics, chemistry, biology, economics, history and geography. The 5 subjects are math, history and physics, chemistry, and biology for science program or economics and geography for social program.&lt;br /&gt;   The immersion class of SMA N 1 Klaten started two years ago.  So far, there are only two classes the first and the second grade of science immersion program.  Nowadays, there are 27 students in class. The classes are small to make either students or teacher could focus on the learning activity.&lt;br /&gt;   This class is excellent for me. The boys and the girls are smart, talented, creative and fun. For example English Nite that is a part of the Immersion programs. It’s a kind of show that all of us must perform drama, dance, song, poetry in front of their parents and teachers. All the Immersion student’s performances are presented in English. The show was going great and make our name becomes more popular. And then for the 50th Celebration of SMA N 1 Klaten, our class promotes a specific and great theme that is, “When should you be aware?” .That’s ours. Our motto could be combined by many things. For example, “When should you be aware that global warming has threatened us?” or “When should you be aware that if education is a good investment for people?” It’s a good tag line, isn’t it? Yeah smart brains if gathered together will produce many crazy good ideas. How could I deny it, when my friend Mega is smart on biology, Haryo is good in KIR, Abidah and I are great on debate, Dewa is rocks on computer things, Daniel is good on music, Chandra who is the next star basketball player and then they sit and talk together. Just countdown till the dynamite blows our mind. And with these students and our chemistry teacher we won the Immersion Class Competition for Teacher as Juara Harapan III few months ago. Good for our beginning. .&lt;br /&gt;   Just like a wise man said, that everything in this world needs a process. Don’t even think that this program will run smoothly just like a silk, there is a time we have to face a problem that is difficult to solve. For example, as a new program the school only chose the best teachers of each subject and then they are trained to know English well. Because some of them have been old, they are hard to speak and remember the English even they have been given an English course, extra classes and literatures in English. For they who aren’t brave enough, they still teach with Indonesian or for they who don’t know word ‘shame’ in their dictionary, they will try to teach with English that for me it doesn’t sound English. My friend said, that is an ‘other planet language’ or a Kanye West cd’s that has broken. That’s our jokes. Just kidding. But we are not kidding to solve the problem. We keep trying to increase the quality of this program. We, teachers and students, try to give the best in order to make this program succeed. After thinking, searching and discussing, we could find the answer, “Language is a habit.” The more often we use, the more fluently we speak. Simple. We practice our English anytime, anyplace. If the teachers are afraid, the students will be active to force the teacher and correct the mistakes, if something wrong have happened. We have surprised with the result that we got. You will be surprised, if you try it.&lt;br /&gt;   Okay I think that’s all. For you who want to know more about us, fell free to come and meet us. Share and discuss our experience. And for you graduated people from SMA N 1 Klaten, I dare you to meet your little brother, us, and inspire us with your experiences and advices.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks. Peace in the air.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381725512260225117-3825837504770006815?l=tommypamungkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tommypamungkas.blogspot.com/feeds/3825837504770006815/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381725512260225117&amp;postID=3825837504770006815' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381725512260225117/posts/default/3825837504770006815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381725512260225117/posts/default/3825837504770006815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommypamungkas.blogspot.com/2008/11/immersion-class-when-language-is-habit.html' title='Immersion class When language is a habit'/><author><name>saint paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03751192665501213088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/SVWtNaPsx_I/AAAAAAAAACo/t_TjmzEw-Vc/S220/GorillAZz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381725512260225117.post-4814733708663232348</id><published>2008-11-11T01:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T01:54:06.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SMA N 1 KLATEN School of Intellectual Youngsters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hi.&lt;br /&gt;Maaf baru sempat isi blog.&lt;br /&gt;Ini artikel tentang sekolahku, SMA N 1 Klaten. Aku buat untuk majalah Dialogue, Sanata Dharma. Setahun yang lalu sih. Kalu yang belum baca silakan dee, lewat blog ku ajahh. Hehehe buat mas Danang terimakasih kesempatannya. Tapi versi yang ini unrated, karena kalau di majalah Dialogue Uda di edit. Yaah karena majalah bahasa Ingris jadi aku buat dalam Bahasa Inggris. Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMA N 1 Klaten. What is your first thought when you hear this name? Well-known, clever students, legendary, old what else? I hope you don’t think something bad of course. SMA N 1 Klaten is a senior high school in the central of Klaten Regency which is founded in November 5th, 1957. According the history, there were only two schools in Klaten. There were SMA N 1 Klaten, the morning school and SMA N 2 Klaten the evening school. Year by year, this school was getting better and better. The graduated students of SMA N 1 Klaten have better quality than the others. Till now, at 50 years old SMA N 1 Klaten still keep trying to produce high-quality graduated students. With a vision ,“ Leading in Scholl Achievement and Student’s Noble Character” (Unggul Dalam Prestasi, Luhur Dalam Budi Pekerti), SMA N 1 Klaten wants to make its students are not only smart but also good in behavior. That’s what I called high-quality, right?&lt;br /&gt;From the first year of this school till this fiftieth, there are so many achievements that this school has reached, not only in education side but also extra curricular side. Who do not know, that the 1st Winner of International Astronomy Olympiad in 2005 is a SMA N 1 Klaten’s student. What a proud student I am! Not only that, the 1st Winner of National Biology Olympiad in 2005 is this school’s student too. Or our great history, that SMA N 1 Klaten is the top of PMDK in Indonesia around 1980’s, from 100 students who followed PMDK, there were 93 students who passed it.&lt;br /&gt;In the other side, the achievements of extra curricular are good too. For example, Student’s Science Club (KIR) that has presented the 2nd Winner Trophy of The Imtaq KIR competition in the national level a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;And then the Basketball Club of Smansa, I do not doubt this team as the best team around Klaten. They always won in the local competitions, such as SMA N 2 Klaten Cup, SMA N 1 Jogonalan Cup etc. This team was the 2nd Winner of “GRANAT Cup/ Bupati Cup se-Eks Karesidenan Surakarta&amp;amp;Yogyakarta” in 2007.&lt;br /&gt;EMAPAL or Emansipasi Pencinta Alam Of SMA N 1 Klaten also is a good club. They have just held a “ Sirkuit Panjat Tebing se-Kab. Klaten” competition last year and so many else activities such as what they called, “Pendakian Masal (Regularly Event)”, “Lintas Alam Competition”, “Susur Gua Vertikal” and so on. There must be left lots of achievements of Scout activity and PRATA (Pratiyodha Paramitha) our flag ceremony officers, that I couldn’t write because we have limited space for this school profile.&lt;br /&gt;To help the development of student’s quality, school provides many facilities. There are science and language laboratories, halls, tennis field, basketball field, wall for climbing, library, mosques and many else. SMA N 1 Klaten which has status SNBI (Sekolah Nasional Bertaraf Internasional) has done some activities to increase not only teachers’ quality but also students’ quality. There are English courses for teachers, invite the native speakers, English Debate Seminar and many else. The serious action of SMA N 1 Klaten to develop this school is that this school’s principal, Drs. Widiyarto, M.Pd. , would fly to Queensland  in order to looking for the sister school on February 24th, 2008 and would bring the result on March 2nd, 2008. This is a bilateral relationship of two schools to increase their quality and knowledge. This step is done to follow the previous one, that one of SMA N 1 Klaten’s teacher non English teachers has been sent to Queensland to have one month English course for Immersion Program.&lt;br /&gt;Just like what I have said that SMA N 1 Klaten has just celebrated its 50th anniversary. SMA N 1 Klaten has produced many graduated students and they have been spread anywhere and have many kind professions now. But what if they become to be SMA N 1 Klaten’s teacher? Not only two or three teachers but more than ten teachers of SMA N 1 Klaten are graduated from here. That makes me shock is our principal now, Drs. Widiyanto, M.Pd. , is a graduated student from here too on 1979-1980. They are glad coming back and teaching their very, very young brothers and sisters. Drs. Widiyarto, M.Pd. , says that he will try to bring SMA N 1 Klaten up to higher level and quality. He will bring this school more and more discipline and prepare the students to face the globalization era well. “I will work with SITI”, he said to me. Yes, SITI. It’s not the name of your friends or your neighbor. It’s a magic word. It is a short term of“ Sadar, Ikhlas, Tanggung Jawab dan Ibadah”. It’s proper to follow, right?&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, I invite all of graduated students of SMA N 1 Klaten to visit their lovely senior high school not only to remind their memories or to know the last condition of this school, but also to meet their young brothers and sisters, share their experiences and inspire us. I say to all of graduated students of SMA N 1 Klaten,” Please visit us to share your experiences of the world and inspire us with your story of life struggling, your brilliant ideas or the most important one, How to Behave!! Help your brothers and sisters to prepare their future. What is wrong to visit us in your leisure time?”  We will open our arms as wide as possible.&lt;br /&gt;We’ll be waiting you. I dare you to inspire us.&lt;br /&gt;High school never ends. Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381725512260225117-4814733708663232348?l=tommypamungkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tommypamungkas.blogspot.com/feeds/4814733708663232348/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381725512260225117&amp;postID=4814733708663232348' title='7 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381725512260225117/posts/default/4814733708663232348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381725512260225117/posts/default/4814733708663232348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommypamungkas.blogspot.com/2008/11/sma-n-1-klaten-school-of-intellectual.html' title='SMA N 1 KLATEN School of Intellectual Youngsters'/><author><name>saint paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03751192665501213088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/SVWtNaPsx_I/AAAAAAAAACo/t_TjmzEw-Vc/S220/GorillAZz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381725512260225117.post-581221873143614788</id><published>2008-10-17T03:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T02:31:28.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>u must listen my taste</title><content type='html'>http://www.lelon.net/temp/Five%20For%20Fighting/The%20Battle%20For%20Everything/06%20Dying.mp3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381725512260225117-581221873143614788?l=tommypamungkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tommypamungkas.blogspot.com/feeds/581221873143614788/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381725512260225117&amp;postID=581221873143614788' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381725512260225117/posts/default/581221873143614788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381725512260225117/posts/default/581221873143614788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommypamungkas.blogspot.com/2008/10/u-must-listen-my-taste.html' title='u must listen my taste'/><author><name>saint paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03751192665501213088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/SVWtNaPsx_I/AAAAAAAAACo/t_TjmzEw-Vc/S220/GorillAZz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381725512260225117.post-8216381460496691838</id><published>2008-10-17T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T02:29:27.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>limited script of the tommy's</title><content type='html'>this time, i began wrote my blog. God creates us not to be such a lonely person.That's why ladies and gentlemen, i dont want to be lonely right now. I will share my happiness and my sadness, my sorrow and my smile, my faith and my temptation, my experience and my mistakes, everything which i want you to know.&lt;br /&gt;i thing that's all for the first day. i am quite busy nowadays. wismilak.&lt;br /&gt;XOXO.  saint paul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5381725512260225117-8216381460496691838?l=tommypamungkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tommypamungkas.blogspot.com/feeds/8216381460496691838/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5381725512260225117&amp;postID=8216381460496691838' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381725512260225117/posts/default/8216381460496691838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5381725512260225117/posts/default/8216381460496691838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tommypamungkas.blogspot.com/2008/10/limited-script-of-tommys.html' title='limited script of the tommy&apos;s'/><author><name>saint paul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03751192665501213088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aT7ynKDET-k/SVWtNaPsx_I/AAAAAAAAACo/t_TjmzEw-Vc/S220/GorillAZz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
