<?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-8521208281177143113</id><updated>2012-03-03T18:55:21.694+07:00</updated><category term='English'/><category term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Crystal Jude's</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>124</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-1905032252111775362</id><published>2012-03-01T19:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-03-01T19:46:46.966+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halo!</title><content type='html'>Ya ampun, udah lama banget ya gue nggak nulis. Apa kabar semuanya? Semoga pada nggak bosen ya, apalagi buat yang baca postingan terakhir gue yang rada-rada galau (uhuk).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aduh, semester 6. Ya, sekarang gue udah semester 6. Dan semester ini ternyata JAUH LEBIH BERAT dari yang gue duga. Di semester ini, gue udah mulai salah satu fase hidup gue yang (mau nggak mau) harus gue jalanin, yaitu skripsi. 7 huruf yang bakal bikin gue gila selama 1,5 tahun kedepan. Yah, semoga aja gue nggak gila ya. Oh iya, ada yang penasaran nggak nih sama judul skripsi gue? Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Peranan Hip Sing dan Ong Leong dalam Perang Mafia "Bow Kum", 1909-1910."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasti banyak yang mengernyitkan dahi tentang judul skripsi gue ini. What the fuck are Hip Sing, Ong Leong, Bow Kum? Huahahahaha, gue udah dapet banyak banget pertanyaan kayak gini, termasuk dari dosen mata kuliah Seminar yang emang rada-rada ble'e kalo diajak diskusi soal sejarah Amerika... Jadi intinya, skripsi gue itu ngomongin tentang Cina-Amerika, mafia Cina-Amerika, dan salah satu kasus pembunuhan yang ngaruh ke 2 mafia Cina di New York ini. Setelah dipikir-pikir, skripsi ini adalah gabungan dari hal-hal favorit gue: Cina-Amerika, New York, dan kriminalitas. Sounds so yummy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doain aja semoga ini judul gue yang fix, soalnya gue males banget kalo harus ambil seminar lagi tahun depan cuma gara-gara nggak jadi pake judul ini. Kan gue nggak mau telat lulus cuma gara-gara kebanyakan ide tema untuk skripsi S1 doang -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terus... oh iya. Seminggu lalu gue ikutan beauty class, lho! Hahahahaha! Akhirnya gue bisa berdandan! Awalnya emang rada rempong ya, bedain kuas buat ini itu, bedain warna buat riasan siang atau malem, gimana cara pake blush on yang baik dan benar... tapi at least sekarang gue udah bisa-bisa dikit lah kalo disuruh dandan :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all about my life lately, how's life treating you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-1905032252111775362?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/1905032252111775362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2012/03/halo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/1905032252111775362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/1905032252111775362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2012/03/halo.html' title='Halo!'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-4257295537098740014</id><published>2012-02-02T18:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T18:29:41.301+07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Tell Or Not To Tell?</title><content type='html'>Gue lagi sangat menyukai orang. Sudah mulai menyayangi dia, mungkin. Dia adalah orang yang gue tulis di puisi gue yang gue masukin ke blog ini beberapa bulan yang lalu. Udah sekitar 5 bulan gue menyukai orang ini, dan kata orang gebetan itu bertahan cuma 4 bulan, kalo udah lebih dari 4 bulan tandanya lo udah mulai menyayangi dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, mungkin gue mulai menyayangi dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dulu gue mengenal dia sebagai 'kakak super pinter yang menyebalkan'. Ya, menyebalkan, karena dulu dia suka banget ngeliatin gue di setiap kelas gue yang ada dianya, tapi kalo gue liatin balik, dia nunduk. Padahal nggak kenal, dan dia juga nggak ada &lt;i&gt;action&lt;/i&gt; apa-apa untuk kenalan. Begitu terus, sampe gue capek. Tapi lama-lama, gue jadi penasaran sama dia, dan lama-lama jadi suka. Begitu gue menyadari perasaan gue, gue nggak langsung tancap gas, melainkan gue menyukai dia diem-diem selama hampir satu tahun. Menurut gue, nggak mungkin banget dia bakal ngelirik gue, orang yang biasa-biasa aja dengan prestasi yang nggak terlalu menonjol. Pokoknya berbanding terbalik sama dia yang bener-bener berprestasi, tampangnya lumayan, dan banyak penggemarnya. Ibaratnya, kalo dia nyari cewek, bisa asal tempel terus asal tembak, 80% kemungkinan cewek itu mau jadi pacarnya karena cewek itu termasuk lingkaran penggemarnya yang membludak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi keadaan memaksa gue buat jadi temannya. Mengetahui bahwa dia cukup mumpuni di bidang pelajaran yang gue suka, gue sering ngajak dia diskusi untuk membuka pikiran gue lebih dalam tentang bidang ini. Gue sama dia jadi sering ngobrol, tukar pikiran, walaupun intensitasnya nggak sering-sering banget. Tapi pasti ada lah, dalam waktu sebulan, gue ngobrol sama dia di dunia nyata maupun cuma iseng tuker-tukeran kabar di Facebook dan SMS. Keadaan itu memaksa gue buat jadi temannya, dan gue terpaksa nggak jadi &lt;i&gt;secret admirer&lt;/i&gt;-nya lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrolan-obrolan serius gue sama dia mulai hilang waktu gue menjenguk dia di rumah sakit. Gue inget, waktu itu hari Natal, dan gue SMS dia, ngucapin selamat Natal dan tanya dia Natalan ngapain aja. Beberapa jam kemudian, dia bales SMS gue dan bilang kalo dia Natalan di rumah sakit karena dia di opname. Nggak kebayang gue kagetnya kayak apa pas denger dia sakit, padahal beberapa hari sebelumnya, gue sempet nyapa dia dan dia kelihatan sehat-sehat aja. Keesokan harinya, gue jenguk dia ke rumah sakit. Di situ, seakan-akan &lt;i&gt;barrier&lt;/i&gt; gue dan dia yang cuma sebatas 'teman diskusi' perlahan-lahan mulai &lt;i&gt;blur&lt;/i&gt;. Gue ketawa sama dia, dia juga kelihatan seneng banget gue jenguk. Gue sama dia ngetawain program TV yang lagi diputer, dan gue seneng banget mengetahui fakta bahwa dia punya selera humor yang sama kayak gue. Gue ngegosipin dosen-dosen sama dia, dan gue cukup kaget bahwa dia bisa mengkritik dosen-dosen sedemikian tajam di depan gue, seakan dia menganggap gue udah jadi temen baiknya yang bisa dia ajak ngobrol tentang dosen-dosen yang beberapa emang rada-rada miring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itu terakhir kalinya gue ketemu dia tahun kemarin. Tahun ini, gue belom ketemu dia sama sekali... dan kemaren gue SMS dia, nanya tentang mata kuliah yang bakal gue ambil semester ini. Terus dia jawab, dan gue nanya tentang skripsinya. Dia bilang, dia udah nggak ambil kelas lagi, karena skripsinya udah tinggal bab kesimpulan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue balesnya sih hepi-hepi aja, nyelametin dia sebentar lagi selesai skripsinya, dan sebenernya gue juga ngerasa seneng akhirnya sebentar lagi dia lulus, tapi dalam hati sebenernya gue sedih banget. Gue sedih, karena perkiraan gue benar: semester depan gue bakal jarang ngeliat dia lagi, karena dia udah nggak ngambil kelas apa-apa lagi. Gue takut waktu gue untuk mengenal dia lebih dekat jadi lebih minim di semester ini, karena gue nggak bisa dateng di satu kelas terus tiba-tiba kaget ngeliat dia masuk juga, sebelum menyadari bahwa kami mengambil kelas yang sama. Padahal gue belom berhasil menyelami kepribadian dia yang sebenernya. Dibalik buku-buku dan diskusi pintar yang sering banget gue lakukan sama dia, pasti dia nyimpen perasaan, apapun itu. Gue takut gue nggak punya cukup waktu buat mengenal dia lebih jauh, karena semester depan gue pasti bakal jarang ketemu dia lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa yang harus gue lakuin? Seorang sahabat ngasih saran ke gue, dan menurut gue itu adalah saran terbaik: Ngomong tentang perasaan gue ke dia, secepatnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awalnya gue ngira itu adalah sebuah ide yang gila. Ya, gila. Pasti gue bakal dicap sebagai 'the other girls', alias cewek-cewek yang segampang itu ngomong suka ke gebetannya. Tapi kemudian temen gue itu ngasih kata-kata yang bikin nancep: "Daripada lo nyesel, Jude."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, daripada gue nyesel... Gue adalah orang yang benci dengan penyesalan. Sebenernya gue udah meramalkan hal ini bakal terjadi, tapi gue nggak nyangka semuanya bisa secepat ini. Gue pikir, semester ini gue masih bisa sekelas sama dia, haha-hihi sama dia, diskusi sama dia, tapi kenyataannya? Sepertinya dalam seminggu gue bisa ketemu dia aja pasti udah untung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi... untuk menutup curhatan super panjang ini, apa yang harus gue lakukan? Apa gue harus ngomong jujur tentang perasaan gue ke dia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Kalo ada orang yang baca tulisan ini dan tau siapa orang yang dimaksud di tulisan ini, gue harap nggak usah kasih tau siapa-siapa ya, apalagi orangnya. Hargailah orang yang menyukai orang diam-diam dan lagi bingung harus ngasih tau apa enggak. &lt;i&gt;Just... put yourselves in my shoes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-4257295537098740014?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/4257295537098740014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2012/02/to-tell-or-not-to-tell.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/4257295537098740014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/4257295537098740014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2012/02/to-tell-or-not-to-tell.html' title='To Tell Or Not To Tell?'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-2666162026946840372</id><published>2012-01-15T09:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T09:55:28.999+07:00</updated><title type='text'>2012 wishes, NOT resolutions.</title><content type='html'>Selamat tahun baru dulu, dong! Maaf banget udah lama nggak nulis. Selama 14 hari di tahun 2012 ini, gue udah berhasil traveling ke 2 tempat: Bali dan Cina. Cerita lengkapnya ada di blog gue yang satu lagi, selamanyamenulis.wordpress.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang gue mau berbagi sedikit tentang 'resolusi'... Emmmm, sebenernya gue bukan tipe orang yang suka membuat resolusi, sih. Habisnya gue gampang lupa, dan gue merasa bahwa resolusi itu adalah hanya sekedar euphoria tahun baru yang lama-lama juga menguap. Ngaku aja deh, siapa disini yang bikin resolusi tapi sekarang udah lupa resolusinya apa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nggak bikin resolusi bukan berarti gue nggak punya harapan untuk tahun ini. Di bawah ini adalah beberapa harapan untuk diri gue sendiri di tahun 2012. Menurut gue, harapan adalah hal yang berbeda dengan resolusi. Resolusi boleh aja dilupain, tapi harapan enggak, karena lo bisa bikin harapan kapan aja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ngegolin semua rencana traveling gue tahun ini&lt;br /&gt;Yap, tahun ini menurut gue bakal jadi tahun jalan-jalan. Setelah Bali dan Cina kemarin, gue lagi urus visa buat jalan ke Australia bulan depan, di akhir liburan semester. Setelah itu, bulan Juli gue bakal pergi ke Eropa, dan bulan Agustus gue bakal backpacking ke Vietnam dan Kamboja sama temen-temen gue. Semoga semuanya terwujud, biar cap di paspor gue makin banyak. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Baca karya sastra&lt;br /&gt;Serius ya, selama kuliah ini, gue merasa minat baca gue terhadap karya sastra dan novel semakin menipis. Nggak kayak waktu gue masih sekolah dulu. Makanya, di tahun 2012 ini, gue mau coba baca karya sastra. Nggak usah yang berat-berat dulu deh, yang simpel tapi mudah diinterpretasi dulu aja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Kerja (lagi)&lt;br /&gt;Gue ketagihan kerja, nih. Rasanya enak banget bisa ngehasilin sesuatu dari keringat lo sendiri. Tahun ini gue bakal lanjutin magang di AKLTG, sekaligus gue pengen coba ngerasain jadi wartawan freelance. Doain ya, semoga ada pintu yang terbuka (amin)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Punya pacar&lt;br /&gt;Ihik, daripada gue forever alone... *colek koko-koko ganteng disana*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oke. Abaikan harapan nomor 4. Hahaha. Have a great 2012, y'all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-2666162026946840372?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/2666162026946840372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012-wishes-not-resolutions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/2666162026946840372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/2666162026946840372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012-wishes-not-resolutions.html' title='2012 wishes, NOT resolutions.'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-7312078272062241990</id><published>2011-12-17T12:34:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T12:34:49.634+07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Week's Updates</title><content type='html'>Minggu ini gue sangat mudah terprovokasi untuk meninggalkan semua pekerjaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue merasa bener-bener jatoh dalam hal ketepatan waktu, terutama dalam ketepatan waktu ngerjain makalah... Nggak tau kenapa begitu sampe rumah pasti bawaannya cuma pengen tidur, nonton TV, atau internetan. Begitu buka MS Word dan siap-siap ngetik, kata-kata itu seolah-olah ilang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue jadi lebih jago nulis puisi cinta daripada nulis karya ilmiah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sialan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, begitu deh update minggu ini. Semoga gue jadi nggak males lagi karena mengingat tenggat waktu semua makalah yang semakin dekat, dan rencana liburan ke Korea bulan depan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-7312078272062241990?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/7312078272062241990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-weeks-updates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/7312078272062241990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/7312078272062241990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-weeks-updates.html' title='This Week&apos;s Updates'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-1445429177628756992</id><published>2011-12-03T16:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T16:27:22.601+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Indonesia Book Fair 2011: Ketika Kalap Bukan Lagi Menjadi Dosa</title><content type='html'>Yap, judul di atas menjelaskan semuanya. Satu kata yang gue ambil dari Indonesia Book Fair (selanjutnya gue sebut dengan IBF) tahun ini: KALAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Terus ngapain nulis dong, Jude?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaaaaa gue nulis tentang IBF ini untuk bagi-bagi pengalaman aja, gimana rasanya hunting buku-buku ajaib di tempat ber-AC. Biasanya kan orang-orang pada males tuh nyari-nyari buku sampe ke pasar buku karena cuaca Jakarta yang panas, nah di IBF ini, selama seminggu penuh orang Jakarta dimanjakan dengan sensasi mencari buku-buku dengan harga super miring di kawasan yang penuh AC dan penuh makanan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue sebagai pecinta buku sejak melek huruf tentu saja nggak mau ketinggalan ikut berpartisipasi di acara tahunan ini, setelah 3 tahun absen. Kata kuncinya: &lt;i&gt;CHEAP BOOKS&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan pas gue sampe disana ternyata beneran &lt;i&gt;cheap&lt;/i&gt;, lho. Emang sih, dibutuhkan mata yang super tajam untuk bisa mencari buku-buku bagus diantara onggokan buku-buku yang diatasnya ada tulisan "OBRAL RP 15.000" bahkan "OBRAL RP 6.500". Gue yang biasanya punya mata yang jelek kalo datang ke bazaar fashion, tiba-tiba jadi super teliti dalam melihat judul-judul buku yang diobral sana-sini. Untungnya ber-AC ya, kalo nggak pasti badan gue udah bercampur keringat dengan sesama penggila buku dan ibu-ibu yang bawa anak-anaknya ke IBF, terus lari-larian. Bikin pengen gue selengkat kayak Beckham kemaren nekel Andik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang menarik di IBF ini adalah kalian bisa melihat buku-buku tua diobral. Entah harganya mahal atau murah, tapi gue ngeliat banyak banget stand yang ngejual buku-buku tua. Ada stand yang ngejual buku Soekarno pas datang ke Jepang dengan harga Rp 200 juta. Terus, ada juga buku karangan Tan Malaka yang harganya dibanderol sekitar Rp 150 juta. Buseeeet, bahkan di bazaar buku murah kayak begini aja masih ada yang jual sampe harga semahal itu. Gue sendiri penasaran, kira-kira ada nggak orang yang beneran niat beli buku tentang Soekarno atau Tan Malaka yang barusan harganya gue sebut itu. Ada juga satu stand (gue lupa namanya apa), yang ngejual buku-buku tua juga. Ada seorang ibu yang sepertinya udah langganan di toko itu, dan toko itu ngasih buku super tebal tentang Wayang Purwa yang didiskon jadi Rp 450 ribu saja. Dua volume pula. Dan di stand itu gue ngelihat Amir Sidharta, orang yang jadi moderator di diskusi yang kemaren gue datengin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sementara gue, yang niatnya beli buku novel, malah lagi-lagi nyangkut di kawasan Tionghoa dan sekitarnya. Total-total pas pulang gue beli 5 buku dan 1 majalah. Lucunya, gue nggak nganggep buang-buang duit hari ini merupakan sebuah dosa. Tapi malah jadi nagih! Sampai ketemu di IBF 2012!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vPaMRlw8EZw/TtnrET2pBCI/AAAAAAAAAik/hrOnjVysy0s/s1600/C360_2011-12-03+15-46-48.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vPaMRlw8EZw/TtnrET2pBCI/AAAAAAAAAik/hrOnjVysy0s/s640/C360_2011-12-03+15-46-48.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Buku-buku yang gue beli. 4 buku tentang Tionghoa (3 diantaranya karangan Leo Suryadinata), 1 buku tentang &lt;i&gt;Freemasonry&lt;/i&gt; di Indonesia, dan majalah National Geographic keluaran Agustus 1998.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-1445429177628756992?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/1445429177628756992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/12/indonesia-book-fair-2011-ketika-kalap.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/1445429177628756992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/1445429177628756992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/12/indonesia-book-fair-2011-ketika-kalap.html' title='Indonesia Book Fair 2011: Ketika Kalap Bukan Lagi Menjadi Dosa'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vPaMRlw8EZw/TtnrET2pBCI/AAAAAAAAAik/hrOnjVysy0s/s72-c/C360_2011-12-03+15-46-48.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-905420107327187196</id><published>2011-11-25T15:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T15:00:05.111+07:00</updated><title type='text'>PENGUMUMAN PENTING.</title><content type='html'>Yuk mampir ke blog gue yang baru:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gUlbI4aWbbc/Ts9Kg1gvmyI/AAAAAAAAAic/3PaZLEEg15Q/s1600/Untitled-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gUlbI4aWbbc/Ts9Kg1gvmyI/AAAAAAAAAic/3PaZLEEg15Q/s640/Untitled-1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yap, ini proyek baru gue. Kalo kalian main ke blog yang ini, kalian akan menemukan diri gue yang lebih serius. Tulisan-tulisan di blog gue yang ini adalah tulisan-tulisan reflektif yang serius, tentang opini gue menyikapi beberapa isu yang lagi ngetop, atau tulisan-tulisan galau yang bermanfaat (nggak semua galau itu sampah, lho).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenang aja, crystaljude.blogspot.com akan tetap gue update seperti biasanya. Bedanya, tulisan di blog yang ini akan lebih ringan, pokoknya mencerminkan kehidupan gue sehari-hari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jangan lupa sebarkan ke yang lain ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-905420107327187196?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/905420107327187196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/11/pengumuman-penting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/905420107327187196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/905420107327187196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/11/pengumuman-penting.html' title='PENGUMUMAN PENTING.'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gUlbI4aWbbc/Ts9Kg1gvmyI/AAAAAAAAAic/3PaZLEEg15Q/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-3901241245246671003</id><published>2011-11-20T20:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T20:33:10.380+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kontemplasi Hidup</title><content type='html'>Mungkin saya tidak pantas membuat tulisan seperti ini. Mungkin tulisan seperti ini hanya bisa menggugah orang jika dibuat oleh seseorang yang sedemikian inspiratifnya, bisa dari keberhasilan hidup, atau kata-katanya yang magis. Tapi saya merasa perlu menulis tulisan seperti ini, untuk meyakinkan diri saya sendiri bahwa saya baik-baik saja, dan saya mampu mengayuh perahu saya ke sana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalian mungkin melihat saya sebagai perempuan muda biasa yang datang dari kalangan menengah biasa. Banyak yang menyangka saya orang kaya, karena mereka lihat saya punya semuanya. &lt;i&gt;Gadget&lt;/i&gt; terbaru? Saya bisa tinggal minta. Kesempatan pergi &lt;i&gt;traveling&lt;/i&gt; ke luar negeri dua kali setahun? Saya juga bisa minta orangtua saya, dan mereka pasti langsung mengiyakan permintaan saya tanpa harus bertele-tele. Oleh karena anggapan orang-orang yang mengira saya bisa 'asal minta', mereka menganggap saya tidak mampu untuk bersaing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percayalah, jika saya harus menyimpulkan hidup saya dalam satu kata, saya akan memilih kata 'PERSAINGAN'. Hidup saya, sejak kecil, semuanya tentang persaingan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulai dari saat saya lahir, di kala nenek-kakek saya (baik dari pihak ibu dan ayah) yang bersaing memperebutkan siapa yang harus mengasuh saya. Sejak ibu saya meninggal 9 hari setelah saya dilahirkan, semacam ada polemik antar dua keluarga tentang hak asuh saya. Ayah saya belum bisa diharapkan untuk mengasuh seorang bayi prematur karena dia masih sibuk membanting tulang di kantornya yang baru. Saya diperebutkan oleh dua keluarga yang mempunyai latar belakang berbeda. Yang satu pasangan Haji yang taat, yang satu lagi pasangan yang tekun pergi ke Gereja. Akhirnya persaingan 'siapa yang mengasuh saya' dimenangkan oleh nenek dan kakek dari pihak ayah saya, mereka yang selalu pergi ke Gereja. Selama dua puluh tahun terakhir, mereka yang saya anggap sebagai keluarga, sebagai ayah dan ibu saya, walaupun sebenarnya ayah saya tidak terlalu jauh dari saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kemudian saya bertambah besar, dan anehnya, ada sedikit kekosongan persaingan pada masa saya bertambah besar itu. Mungkin karena saya dibesarkan sebagai anak tunggal penyakitan, yang baru sembuh dari semua penyakit di umur-umur batita, sehingga seolah-olah semua perhatian diberikan kepada saya. Persaingan saya temui lagi pada saat saya berusia 7 tahun, saat ayah saya memutuskan untuk menikah lagi. Sejak itu, saya seolah harus bersaing dengan calon ibu baru saya. Walaupun saya sudah pasti tidak akan tinggal bersama ayah dan ibu baru saya, perasaan bersaing itu tetap ada. Persaingan mendapatkan perhatian lebih dari ayah saya. Rasa bersaing itu harus saya tutup rapat-rapat saat saya melihat ayah saya, tersenyum lebar di pelaminan, menikahi seseorang yang sejak saat itu harus saya panggil dengan sebutan 'Mama'. Saya masih ingat, saat itu saya tidak mau tersenyum atau menunjukkan sedikitpun raut bahagia. Saya malah terbawa suasana dukacita Nini saya (dari pihak almarhumah ibu) yang baru merayakan 40 hari kepergian Aki saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika saya ingin pergi kuliah, saya memang harus bersyukur bahwa keluarga saya tidak memaksakan saya untuk kuliah di tempat tertentu atau belajar bidang tertentu, tapi saya merasa mereka sudah terlalu cuek. Dulu, sewaktu saya SMA, Australia menjadi negeri idaman saya. Saya bertekad bahwa saya akan belajar sekuat tenaga, hanya untuk menjadi mahasiswi di University of Melbourne. Ketika saya menceritakan rencana saya kepada oma opa dan ayah saya, mereka hanya mengangguk. Ayah saya sangat bersemangat, namun api semangat itu padam beberapa bulan kemudian. Padahal saya sudah mengambil les intensif untuk ikut IELTS. Untung saya diterima di perguruan tinggi negeri paling prestisius di negara ini. Jika tidak, mungkin saya harus menanggung malu karena tidak jadi ke luar negeri, harus sekolah di universitas swasta pula, yang biaya satu semesternya saja pasti sudah mencekik leher. Kesempatan kedua kembali datang di tahun kedua kuliah, ketika saya ditawari ayah saya untuk melanjutkan sekolah di Australia, di jurusan apapun yang saya mau. Lagi-lagi, semangat ayah saya hilang beberapa bulan kemudian, padahal saya sudah semangat mengajaknya pergi ke agen pendidikan untuk mencari sekolah. Saya merasa mereka tidak berjuang cukup keras untuk saya, tidak seperti saya yang berjuang cukup keras untuk mendapatkan perhatian mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya pikir, rasa bersaing itu akan hilang. Tapi ternyata persaingan itu semakin sengit sejak adik tiri pertama saya lahir. Secara tidak sadar, saya memompa diri sendiri untuk lebih baik dibandingkan adik tiri saya itu. Walaupun kami mempunyai perbedaan usia yang cukup jauh (saya 8 tahun lebih tua dibandingkan dia), namun ada sedikit jiwa anak kecil yang memberontak, jiwa yang menyatakan bahwa saya haus perhatian. Rasa persaingan itu semakin menajam ketika adik tiri saya yang kedua lahir, 2 tahun kemudian. Semenjak itu, saya berusaha menghilangkan pemikiran bahwa saya bukan termasuk dalam keluarga inti ayah dan ibu tiri saya yang baru. Melihat semua baju baru yang mereka pakai, kamar-kamar baru yang mereka buat, liburan-liburan yang mereka adakan tanpa saya (mereka selalu menyertakan saya hanya di liburan-liburan besar seperti Natal dan Tahun Baru), membuat saya seolah dipisahkan dari dunia mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aneh memang rasanya, harus bersaing dengan dua anak kecil yang sekarang beranjak dewasa. Sampai sekarang, saya harus menelan ludah kegetiran ketika adik tiri saya mendapatkan sepeda baru, sepatu baru, atau selalu bisa mengikuti tren terbaru. Sementara saya harus menjelaskan dengan susah payah kepada oma dan opa saya tentang apa itu internet, apa itu laptop, apa itu iMac, apa itu sepeda fixie. Bukan berarti oma dan opa saya kolot, namun tetap saja kadang mereka tidak mengerti bagaimana cara menjadi orang tua di abad ke-21. Ada sedikit perbedaan yang mencolok apabila saya pergi makan siang bersama ayah dan ibu tiri saya dengan pergi makan siang bersama oma opa saya. Dengan ayah dan ibu tiri saya, saya bisa tertawa sekeras-kerasnya, mendengarkan lelucon jayus dari seorang ABG yang memakai kawat gigi. Sementara bila saya pergi makan siang bersama oma dan opa, saya cenderung pendiam, makan dengan rapi, dan bermain dengan ponsel saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mereka tidak sadar bahwa di benak saya, saya merasa bahwa hidup saya adalah sebuah persaingan. Mereka tahu mimpi-mimpi saya, mereka tahu &lt;i&gt;goal&lt;/i&gt; jangka panjang saya, namun mereka merasa tidak harus memberikan dukungan moral untuk itu. Ketika saya menjelaskan tentang usaha saya menembus New York lewat program beasiswa dari AMINEF, mereka hanya mengangguk-angguk. Ketika saya mengutarakan mimpi saya untuk sekolah lagi di New York, mereka juga tidak berkata apa-apa. Tidak ada "Ayo semangat, Jude", atau kata-kata penyemangat lain yang bisa menjadi dukungan moral tak langsung untuk saya.&amp;nbsp;Mereka tidak tahu bahwa sebenarnya saya sedang bersaing untuk mendapatkan perhatian mereka. Bersaing dengan apa? Bersaing dengan apa saja. Bersaing dengan berita politik di TV, obrolan-obrolan santai di telepon, acara-acara komunal di Gereja, pekerjaan-pekerjaan kantor, masalah-masalah keluarga, dan lain sebagainya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namun, di dalam lubuk hati saya, saya tahu bahwa saya harus berterimakasih kepada mereka. Kebiasaan bersaing saya yang secara tidak sadar telah mereka tanamkan sejak saya kecil telah membawa banyak dampak positif bagi saya. Saya menjadi sadar bahwa saya adalah kapten dari kapal saya sendiri. Walaupun sejuta orang tidak peduli dengan mimpi-mimpi saya, asalkan saya mendayung kapal saya sendiri, pasti saya sampai ke tujuan yang saya impi-impikan. Berkat mereka, saya menjadi lebih kompetitif. Saya berusaha mencari topik-topik yang unik tapi brilian untuk setiap paper individu saya di kampus, saya berusaha mengulik makna kehidupan dari diskusi-diskusi ringan bersama teman-teman saya, saya juga menjadi manusia tukang observasi - saya mampu mengobservasi orang dengan cermat. Saya lebih menghargai waktu dan lebih jeli mencari kesempatan. Jika saya tidak menganggap hidup sebagai arena persaingan, entah hidup saya mau dibawa kemana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu nasihat yang sudah pasti akan saya bawa sampai ke liang lahat adalah nasihat dari pengasuh saya, yang sudah saya anggap seperti ibu saya karena dia mengasuh saya sampai 19 tahun. Dia bilang, "Tidak apa-apa kamu merasa tersingkir, atau merasa harus bersaing dengan semua hal sekarang. Yang penting kamu harus tetap menabung mimpimu dan berusaha lebih keras, cepat atau lambat kamu pasti akan mendapatkan semua yang kamu inginkan".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, saya akan terus mengingat kata-kata itu. Suatu hari nanti, saya bisa tinggal di New York, mengejar program S2 di bidang Magazine Journalism di New York University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suatu hari nanti, saya akan bisa berkeliling dunia tanpa harus membebani keluarga saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suatu hari nanti, saya akan menjadi orang yang mandiri, yang tidak akan bergantung kepada siapapun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terimakasih, persaingan. Kamu telah mengubah saya menjadi orang yang lebih tegar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-3901241245246671003?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/3901241245246671003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/11/kontemplasi-hidup.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/3901241245246671003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/3901241245246671003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/11/kontemplasi-hidup.html' title='Kontemplasi Hidup'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-265662902817587735</id><published>2011-11-18T07:22:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T07:22:26.361+07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 to 1</title><content type='html'>Checked on &lt;a href="http://babyskiffie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mariska's&lt;/a&gt; blog and I found a survey! Yaaay I love surveys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Favorites&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Season — Rainy season, where I can be gloomy all day.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Time — Afternoon, around 4-5 PM.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Food — Everything spicy. I also like Italian foods.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Drink — Apple iced tea.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Ice Cream — Vanilla or cookies and cream.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Sport — Tennis and swimming.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Actor — Robert Downey Jr.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Actress — Emma Watson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 Currents&lt;br /&gt;Current Feeling — a little bit hungry...&lt;br /&gt;Current Drink — none.&lt;br /&gt;Current Time — 7.12 AM&lt;br /&gt;Current Show on TV — I'm not even turning it on.&lt;br /&gt;Current Mobile use — Sony Ericsson Xperia Arc.&lt;br /&gt;Current Windows — Windows 7 Starter.&lt;br /&gt;Current Underwear — Brown HAHAHA can't believe I'm answering this question!&lt;br /&gt;Current Clothes — Brown shorts and yellow Bali t-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;Current Thought — What to have for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Firsts&lt;br /&gt;First Nickname — Tal.&lt;br /&gt;First Kiss — was very very very pleasing!&lt;br /&gt;First Crush —Calm Chinese-Indonesian guy in my kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;First Best Friend — Agita in kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;First Job — Filling out MP3s on 11th grade (hey, not many people knew much about 4shared and Limewire back then)&lt;br /&gt;First Toy — I forgettttt!&lt;br /&gt;First Pet — Dogs which I forget their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Lasts&lt;br /&gt;Last Drink — Pocari Sweat.&lt;br /&gt;Last Kiss — ARGH HAPPENED SO MANY YEARS AGO.&lt;br /&gt;Last Meal — Fried chicken with rice.&lt;br /&gt;Last Web Site Visited — Sca's website.&lt;br /&gt;Last Movie Watched — The Adventures of Tintin.&lt;br /&gt;Last Phone Call — from my grandma.&lt;br /&gt;Last TV show Watched — Modern Familyyyyy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Have You Ever…&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Broken the Law — yep!&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Been Drunk — nope, I somehow to always know my limits on drinking.&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Kissed Someone/Something You Didn’t Know — nope.&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Been in the Middle/Close to Gunfire — nope.&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Skinny Dipped — nope.&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Broken Anyone’s Heart — yes, and I don't feel sorry for that.&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever Been Broken Hearted — yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Things&lt;br /&gt;Things You Can Hear Right Now — radio playing Malaysian songs... /pissed off&lt;br /&gt;Things On Your Bed — bolster, pillow, blanket.&lt;br /&gt;Things You Ate Today — none... yet.&lt;br /&gt;Things You Can’t Live Without — Internet.&lt;br /&gt;Things You Do When You Are Bored — Twittering!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Places You Have Been Today – dining room, kitchen, bedroom, computer room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Things On Your Desk Right Now — my cellphone, table calendar, headset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Choices — to eat or not to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Place You Want To Visit — New York!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-265662902817587735?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/265662902817587735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/11/10-to-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/265662902817587735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/265662902817587735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/11/10-to-1.html' title='10 to 1'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-5119958102073570822</id><published>2011-11-13T08:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T08:48:46.035+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ngegalau Sabtu Malam Bersama The Script</title><content type='html'>Gila. Akhirnya salah satu band favorit gue mampir juga di Jakarta. THE SCRIPT, man!!! Secara personal, gue memang tipe orang yang pemilih banget kalo mau nonton konser. Gue bukan tipe orang yang cuma ikutan euphoria sesaat "WAAAH SI X MAU DATENG KE INDONESIA!!!", terus beli tiketnya, dan begitu nonton cuma bisa nyanyi 1-2 lagu doang gara-gara jadi fans karbitan si artis itu. Sejauh ini udah ada 2 artis dari 6 artis yang berhasil gue tonton konsernya: Taylor Swift dan The Script. Sisanya (Muse, Coldplay, Michael Buble dan John Mayer) masih dalam angan-angan dan doa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awalnya gue udah takut banget datang ke Pullman Hotel, soalnya dibilang bakal ada ID check, sementara gue baru 20 tahun. Tapi thank God nggak ada apa-apa. Gue pergi bareng Zsazsa, Sanjay, Onya (temen-temen FT Atmajaya) dan nemu temen baru juga yaitu Jansen (yang malam itu pake masker karena lagi sakit, sumpeh deh gue penasaran sama muka aslinya).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show dibuka jam 7, tapi ternyata oh ternyataaaaa &lt;i&gt;opening act&lt;/i&gt;-nya segambreng! Mulai dari penyanyi solo cewek yang gue lupa siapa namanya, band fusion akustik-elektronik, sampe ada Gugun Blues Shelter. Gile, buat &lt;i&gt;opening act&lt;/i&gt; doang kayaknya sampe makan waktu 2 jam. Yang paling menarik ya udah pasti si Gugun Blues Shelter lah ya, permainan gitarnya mampu menghipnotis gue dan Sanjay untuk &lt;i&gt;air-guitar&lt;/i&gt; gara-gara bosen dan kaki udah pegel. Huahahaha. Mana pake ada acara &lt;i&gt;break&lt;/i&gt; setengah jam segala, lagi... Sumpeh gue baru nemu ada konser yang pake break setengah jam kayak ini konser. Kocak dan nyebelin di saat yang sama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnyaaaa sekitar jam 10-an, The Script-nya muncul!!! Gileeee, bener-bener kelenger banget gue liat Danny O'Donoghue cs. Baru sadar juga kalo si Danny tuh aslinya pucat banget, gue kira dia bedakan satu ton, eh kok keringetan gitu nggak luntur-luntur juga. Hahaha! Glen Powers juga ganteng banget, man, tapi sayangnya dia diem aja, kebanyakan si Danny atau Mark yang ngomong ke penonton. Suasananya langsung campur aduk, antara &lt;i&gt;excited&lt;/i&gt;, seneng, gila, tapi juga galau di saat yang sama. Kan pada tahu lah ya, kalo lagu-lagunya The Script tuh liriknya galau semua, hahaha... Gue aja sempet kebawa galau di lagu &lt;i&gt;Nothing&lt;/i&gt;, karena &lt;i&gt;personally&lt;/i&gt; lagu itu memang gue banget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh iya, ngomong-ngomong tentang lagu, kira-kira semalem mereka bawain 13 lagu. Gue sendiri nggak terlalu inget secara urut lagu-lagu apa aja yang mereka mainin karena mereka mainnya hampir nggak ada jeda. Pokoknya ada &lt;i&gt;Rusty Halo, Talk You Down, Science &amp;amp; Faith, Dead Man Walking, If You Ever Come Back, Walk Away, You Won't Feel a Thing, The End is Where I Begin,&lt;/i&gt; sampe lagu-lagu hits mereka macem &lt;i&gt;We Cry, The Man who Can't be Moved, Breakeven, For the First Time&lt;/i&gt; dan &lt;i&gt;Nothing&lt;/i&gt; juga dibawain sama mereka. Sayangnya, lagu yang paling gue tunggu-tunggu yaitu &lt;i&gt;Long Gone and Moved On&lt;/i&gt; gak dibawain, huuuksss. Untuk &lt;i&gt;encore&lt;/i&gt;-nya, mereka bawain lagu &lt;i&gt;For the First Time&lt;/i&gt; dan si Danny muncul pake bendera Indonesia yang dijadiin selampe, mirip kayak jubah Superman. Dan di akhir, lirik &lt;i&gt;"All these times are hard, and they're making us crazy, don't give up on me baby..."&lt;/i&gt; diulang berkali-kali. Selama nyanyi, Danny juga sering turun ke bawah terus manjat-manjat pagar pembatas cuma buat salaman sama penonton atau ngajak duet. Huahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasti pada penasaran sama foto-foto. Nih gue lempar foto-fotonya ke blog. Maaf kalo kualitasnya agak jelek, namanya juga diambil dari kamera &lt;i&gt;handphone&lt;/i&gt;. Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-70FtgHoqtHU/Tr8f7RQGxiI/AAAAAAAAAg0/d0c47LwJVn8/s1600/C360_2011-11-12+19-08-00.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-70FtgHoqtHU/Tr8f7RQGxiI/AAAAAAAAAg0/d0c47LwJVn8/s640/C360_2011-11-12+19-08-00.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kiri-kanan: Onya, Zsazsa, gue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hJCYFcqMLao/Tr8f-Os9BRI/AAAAAAAAAg8/VIkN2goOJGo/s1600/C360_2011-11-12+22-37-44.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hJCYFcqMLao/Tr8f-Os9BRI/AAAAAAAAAg8/VIkN2goOJGo/s640/C360_2011-11-12+22-37-44.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RoCerDxF8/Tr8gblZzgHI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Mk16MWHGBEc/s1600/DSC_0043.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r1RoCerDxF8/Tr8gblZzgHI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Mk16MWHGBEc/s640/DSC_0043.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Danny on stage!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ESHucao-qIA/Tr8gh5Ai6MI/AAAAAAAAAhU/LhVxBw4Vq_A/s1600/DSC_0049.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ESHucao-qIA/Tr8gh5Ai6MI/AAAAAAAAAhU/LhVxBw4Vq_A/s640/DSC_0049.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WYVX553pC-4/Tr8gnSx8pYI/AAAAAAAAAhc/fT5XuGH_GiQ/s1600/DSC_0051.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WYVX553pC-4/Tr8gnSx8pYI/AAAAAAAAAhc/fT5XuGH_GiQ/s640/DSC_0051.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9TD63QcYFFo/Tr8gsRBJq6I/AAAAAAAAAhk/2af9Wmz2Wc0/s1600/DSC_0075.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9TD63QcYFFo/Tr8gsRBJq6I/AAAAAAAAAhk/2af9Wmz2Wc0/s640/DSC_0075.jpg" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bendera merah-putih yang dijadiin selampe ama si Danny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-5119958102073570822?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/5119958102073570822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/11/ngegalau-sabtu-malam-bersama-script.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/5119958102073570822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/5119958102073570822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/11/ngegalau-sabtu-malam-bersama-script.html' title='Ngegalau Sabtu Malam Bersama The Script'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-70FtgHoqtHU/Tr8f7RQGxiI/AAAAAAAAAg0/d0c47LwJVn8/s72-c/C360_2011-11-12+19-08-00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-6236997502748576857</id><published>2011-10-28T09:12:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T09:13:04.533+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sumpah Pemuda v2.0</title><content type='html'>Presiden Indonesia pertama kita pernah bilang: "Berikan aku 10 pemuda, maka aku akan mengguncang dunia."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yap, sebenarnya kita sehebat itu, kawan. Kita, pemuda, tanpa disadari mempunyai andil besar dalam menentukan masa depan negara kita ini. Mau dibawa kemana nasib Indonesia, itu semua ada di tangan kita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Di saat-saat seperti ini, saat Indonesia lagi carut-marut, politiknya selalu UUD (Ujung-ujungnya Duit), mungkin kita jadi pesimis. Bagaimana bisa kita meneruskan masa depan bangsa, kalau tetua-tetua kita sekarang kerjaannya rebutan jabatan, bukan rebutan pekerjaan? Bagaimana kita bisa ambil bagian dalam proses memajukan bangsa, kalau tetua-tetua kita meremehkan pemuda dengan sebutan 'mudah terprovokasi oleh uang'? Mungkin itu yang sebagian besar dari kita rasakan, perasaan dianggap masih kecil. Alhasil, rasa cinta kita kepada negara semakin terkikis. Kita jadi lebih mendewa-dewakan negara lain yang ekonomi, politik, kehidupannya lebih baik daripada Indonesia. Kita jadi skeptis kepada tetua-tetua kita yang sekarang sedang menjalankan roda pemerintahan, mereka yang tidak sadar bahwa sepuluh-duapuluh tahun lagi, mereka mungkin sudah gendut karena lemak korupsi dan kolesterol uang suap, tergeletak di tempat tidur sambil menonton TV, menyaksikan diri mereka digantikan dengan orang-orang yang dulu mereka sebut 'mudah terprovokasi oleh uang'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapi gue yakin, entah bagaimana caranya, di dalam hati semua pemuda Indonesia pasti terbersit keinginan untuk membangun bangsa. Entah pemuda yang masih ada di negara ini atau pemuda Indonesia yang sudah merantau di negara lain. Tapi bagaimana caranya? Banyak dari kita yang bertopang dagu karena tidak tahu mau berbuat apa dengan Indonesia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Banyak yang bisa kita lakukan. Bahkan mulai dari hal-hal kecil. Coba jalan-jalan ke lingkungan rumah, lihat anak-anak kecil di sekitar kamu yang masih kurang mampu. Ajak beberapa teman sekolah untuk bikin sekolah kecil-kecilan untuk mereka. Belajar apa? Apa aja. Kalo mereka masih umur-umur 5-7 tahun, ajari mereka baca-tulis-hitung. Kalo udah umur 10-12 tahun, ajari mereka Matematika, Bahasa Inggris, pengetahuan umum. Nggak perlu gede-gedean dulu, deh, yang penting dari skala paling kecil dulu. Tanpa disadari, kalian sudah jadi agen perubahan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ikut organisasi kepemudaan juga boleh. Usahakan yang non-profit atau non-government, supaya pandangan kalian terhadap kondisi negara tidak bias. Gabung dengan pemuda-pemuda lain yang visioner, yang inspiratif, asah kemampuan kalian untuk bisa menjadi agen perubahan bagi orang di sekitar kalian. Tidak perlu demo, tidak perlu teriak-teriak depan Istana Negara, biarkan itu dikerjakan orang-orang yang cuma omdo, ngomong aja mau memajukan bangsa, tapi cuma bisa teriak demo-demo nggak jelas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bagaimana untuk kalian yang tinggal/belajar/kerja di luar negeri? Usahakan harumkan nama Indonesia lewat prestasi-prestasi yang kalian punya. Walaupun kalian nggak bisa berkarya di negeri sendiri, berkaryalah di negeri orang. Buat orang tahu seberapa besar potensi pemuda Indonesia di negara yang sedang kalian diami. Biasanya sih, orang Indonesia yang tinggal di luar Indonesia itu akan lebih nasionalis, mengingat mereka tinggal di negeri orang, jadi mereka harus memegang erat kenegaraannya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jadi, pemuda, tunggu apalagi? Jangan hanya bisa bermimpi, ayo bergerak mulai dari sekarang!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-6236997502748576857?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/6236997502748576857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/10/pemuda-indonesia-itu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/6236997502748576857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/6236997502748576857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/10/pemuda-indonesia-itu.html' title='Sumpah Pemuda v2.0'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-2516453856132333816</id><published>2011-10-22T21:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T21:31:31.106+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Border line</title><content type='html'>Untuk memulai tulisan hari ini, gue merasa bahwa minggu ini adalah minggu gue. Dari hari Senin sampe Rabu gue seneng-seneng sama temen-temen gue bergaya 70-an, hari Kamis gue dapet iMac, dan hari Sabtu ini gue ketemu salah satu orang yang jadi inspirasi gue dalam hidup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nama orang itu: Agustinus Wibowo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ring any bells?&lt;/i&gt; Untuk pecinta &lt;i&gt;travel literature&lt;/i&gt;, nama Agustinus Wibowo (yang selanjutnya akan gue tulis dengan nama Mas Agus) pasti lumayan terkenal di telinga kita. Yap, dia adalah pemuda Indonesia yang berhasil melanglang buana, menaklukkan tanah Asia Tengah yang eksotis dan misterius. Dikala kita orang Indonesia sibuk-sibuk menabung untuk belanja ke Singapura atau liburan musim dingin ke Amerika, pemuda satu ini malah menabung untuk menaklukkan negara-negara aneh bin ajaib berakhiran 'Stan' seperti Afganistan, Kazakhstan, Kirgizstan, Tajikistan, dan lain-lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seorang pria dengan selera bepergian yang cukup aneh ditengah-tengah masyarakat yang sedang dilanda badai konsumerisme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seorang pria yang lebih mengutamakan pencarian kehidupan dalam setiap perjalanannya, ketimbang menghitung berapa buah cap imigrasi yang telah tertempel manis di paspor Republik Indonesia-nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari ini gue datang ke seminar yang diselenggarakan oleh anak-anak FK UI, dan dia adalah salah satu bintang tamu di sesi hari ini. Walaupun gue belom baca buku pertamanya yang berjudul 'Selimut Debu' (perjalanan dia keliling Afganistan), tapi gue sangat sangat &lt;i&gt;excited&lt;/i&gt; sama acara bedah buku ini, karena gue lagi baca buku keduanya yaitu 'Garis Batas' yang bikin gue nggak bisa meletakkan buku itu selama berjam-jam. Imajinasi gue bener-bener dibawa terbang ke negara-negara asing nan misterius berakhiran 'Stan' itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waktu gue datang ke acara bedah buku itu, gue langsung terkesima. Ternyata kata-kata yang keluar dari mulutnya itu sama bagusnya dengan kata-kata yang dia tulis di buku karangannya. Bukan cuma akal bulus editor, tapi murni kata-kata buatan dia yang menusuk batin, dan membuat gue berpikir sepuluh kali &amp;nbsp;mengenai konsep-konsep tentang garis batas yang selama ini hanya gue mengerti sebagai 'garis perbatasan antar negara'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ternyata ada banyak cerita lain dibalik sebuah garis batas yang mungkin hanya berupa balok kayu, atau secanggih besi-besi dan kabel listrik. Cerita kemanusiaan, cerita kehidupan, cerita perbedaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garis batas yang juga ternyata ada di diri kita masing-masing. Bagaimana kita membuat garis batas virtual antara orang yang tidak kita kenal. Bagaimana kita membuat paradigma tersendiri tentang suatu ras atau agama atau isu tertentu. Garis batas ada dimana-mana, seolah-olah memagari kita dari kebebasan dunia. Setelah dipikir-pikir, apakah kita mempunyai kebebasan, setelah mengetahui bahwa secara tidak sadar, kita juga memagari diri dengan kebebasan menggunakan garis batas tak kasat mata itu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lewat Mas Agus, gue belajar banyak sekali tentang filosofi hidup yang bisa disimpulkan dengan hal-hal sederhana seperti debu dan garis perbatasan. Cara interaksinya dengan penonton juga menarik. Dia bisa nyeritain hal-hal yang seru dan membuat kita tertawa, tapi di sisi lain, dari cerita-cerita seru itu, ada setitik keprihatinan yang bisa kita ambil maknanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahkan, talkshow selama dua jam itu bener-bener nggak kerasa seperti dua jam. Untuk gue itu cuma seperti 15 menit doang. Di akhir acara, gue berhasil foto sama Mas Agus dan dia membubuhkan tandatangannya di buku 'Garis Batas' punya gue. Wah, harga buku punya gue ini pasti langsung melonjak naik, nih!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ClRVk26g_c/TqLS-G58soI/AAAAAAAAAgk/613SVfGSOJE/s1600/IMG-20111022-WA0000.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ClRVk26g_c/TqLS-G58soI/AAAAAAAAAgk/613SVfGSOJE/s640/IMG-20111022-WA0000.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ini lho, tampangnya Mas Agus. Sangat.......... petualang. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GmoAxFPC3cc/TqLTJeAvR7I/AAAAAAAAAgs/kaylP8mEEls/s1600/C360_2011-10-22+21-04-50.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GmoAxFPC3cc/TqLTJeAvR7I/AAAAAAAAAgs/kaylP8mEEls/s640/C360_2011-10-22+21-04-50.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Buku yang ditandatangani. "Garis batas adalah kodrat hidup manusia".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-2516453856132333816?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/2516453856132333816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/10/border-line.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/2516453856132333816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/2516453856132333816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/10/border-line.html' title='Border line'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ClRVk26g_c/TqLS-G58soI/AAAAAAAAAgk/613SVfGSOJE/s72-c/IMG-20111022-WA0000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-2939314732229826038</id><published>2011-10-20T21:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T21:46:24.265+07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's 70's Show</title><content type='html'>Jadi, tanggal 17-19 Oktober 2011 kemarin, jurusan gue mengadakan acara yang namanya '&lt;i&gt;It's 70's Show&lt;/i&gt;'. Acaranya berlangsung selama tiga hari nonstop. Hari pertama ada lomba cepat tepat sejarah (semacam Cerdas Cermat gitu tapi soalnya mengenai Sejarah semua) dan &lt;i&gt;talkshow&lt;/i&gt; tentang pentingnya sejarah dan tentang gaya hidup anak tahun 1970-an. Hari kedua ada pemutaran 3 film bang Benyamin S. nonstop, disambung dengan layar tancap film 'panas', hahahaha. Hari terakhir ada &lt;i&gt;music performance&lt;/i&gt; yang diakhiri dengan &lt;i&gt;shuffle dance&lt;/i&gt;. Asoy banget kan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue bukan panitia, tapi sebagai anak jurusan yang baik, gue ikut menyukseskan acara ini di hari kedua. Pas hari pertama soalnya kesannya agak resmi gitu. Hari kedua, angkatan gue memutuskan untuk pake baju bertema 1970-an ke kampus. Gue kirain gue cuma dikerjain doang, eeeeh ternyata semuanya pada niat banget lho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini beberapa foto anak-anak jurusan gue di acara kami. Bisa dikatakan ini semacam &lt;i&gt;outfit post&lt;/i&gt;, sih. Yang mau dicontek gayanya, silahkaaaan! &lt;i&gt;Much thanks&lt;/i&gt; buat Yoga yang ngebolehin gue nyomot beberapa foto jepretannya dari Facebook, hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b0xsNep_qlA/TqAy4tr2DvI/AAAAAAAAAf8/iaiu7X4EJQE/s1600/294059_2539474004076_1170428421_2998995_1520142652_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b0xsNep_qlA/TqAy4tr2DvI/AAAAAAAAAf8/iaiu7X4EJQE/s640/294059_2539474004076_1170428421_2998995_1520142652_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Gue dan Mega. Udah cukup 70-an belom? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tnVT7GBxAfw/TqAy6xf6PTI/AAAAAAAAAgE/wFon7x1Bg0c/s1600/302053_2539466843897_1170428421_2998975_829578603_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tnVT7GBxAfw/TqAy6xf6PTI/AAAAAAAAAgE/wFon7x1Bg0c/s640/302053_2539466843897_1170428421_2998975_829578603_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UjlWg8JHy_E/TqAy-ZcEzuI/AAAAAAAAAgM/37Vx0APtiXU/s1600/303235_2539493644567_1170428421_2999026_549024790_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UjlWg8JHy_E/TqAy-ZcEzuI/AAAAAAAAAgM/37Vx0APtiXU/s640/303235_2539493644567_1170428421_2999026_549024790_n.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ini kalo diliat-liat jadi mirip foto editorial majalah 1970-an. Tapi dua orang di tengah salah ekspresi banget tuh, hahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LsKf-Xg5HHI/TqAzAlSoVEI/AAAAAAAAAgU/rbdwYMvwBeI/s1600/303749_2539490964500_1170428421_2999022_1239802408_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LsKf-Xg5HHI/TqAzAlSoVEI/AAAAAAAAAgU/rbdwYMvwBeI/s640/303749_2539490964500_1170428421_2999022_1239802408_n.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Sunglasses: Mega's | Bead necklace: Grandma's | Smock top: Bought in Singapore | Floral skirt: Body &amp;amp; Soul | Camera: Property&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bk7ih0GiybU/TqAzCymWePI/AAAAAAAAAgc/6awFfLaI7Zo/s1600/308391_2539477564165_1170428421_2999001_24450412_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bk7ih0GiybU/TqAzCymWePI/AAAAAAAAAgc/6awFfLaI7Zo/s640/308391_2539477564165_1170428421_2999001_24450412_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kesan-kesan: Gue dinobatkan sebagai '&lt;i&gt;Most 1970's&lt;/i&gt;' di &lt;i&gt;unofficial poll&lt;/i&gt; anak-anak jurusan. Siaul. Meh. Wakakakakak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-2939314732229826038?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/2939314732229826038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-70s-show.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/2939314732229826038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/2939314732229826038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-70s-show.html' title='It&apos;s 70&apos;s Show'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b0xsNep_qlA/TqAy4tr2DvI/AAAAAAAAAf8/iaiu7X4EJQE/s72-c/294059_2539474004076_1170428421_2998995_1520142652_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-5599394013294395585</id><published>2011-10-15T19:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T19:32:46.637+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blackberry Frenzy</title><content type='html'>Dunia sedang dikagetkan dengan berita bahwa Blackberry lagi error.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belah mananya yang error, gue sendiri nggak tau. Berita itu muncul sehari setelah gue ganti handphone (gue bukan pemakai BB lagi lho, asyik!). Yang gue tau sih, server Blackberry di Eropa lagi error, menyebabkan semua servis BB (termasuk dan terutama BBM) jadi lelet setengah mati. Bahkan temen gue yang di Jerman beberapa hari yang lalu mengeluhkan masalah ini, karena udah 4 hari dia nggak bisa BBM-an sama keluarganya di Indonesia. Terus, kemaren, dari beberapa tweets yang gue baca, kesebar BM yang bilang kalo fasilitas BBM mau dihapus sama RIM. Ada beberapa yang protes, yang percaya, ada juga yang nggak peduli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue sih bacanya cuma ketawa-ketiwi doang, karena gue udah lepas dari belenggu Blackberry itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa belenggu? Untuk gue sih Blackberry adalah belenggu. Gue masih inget, 2 tahun lalu gue dibeliin barang itu (yang dulu masih tergolong mewah) sebagai hadiah ulangtahun. Udah gitu gue langsung berubah jadi spesies Homo blackberrynicus. Dikit-dikit BBM-an, dikit-dikit update status Facebook, dikit-dikit maenan Twitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beberapa bulan terakhir ini, gue menyadari bahwa gue sudah 2 tahun menjadi manusia Homo blackberrynicus, yang lama-lama jadi nggak peduli sama keadaan sekitar. Awkward dikit, buka BB. Bete dikit, buka BB. Pokoknya segala katarsis gue adalah BB. Terus lama-lama gue jadi mikir... apakah gue akan jadi Homo blackberrynicus terus-terusan? Ditambah lagi, gue udah eneg sama yang namanya PING dan Broadcast Message yang nyebelin. Mulai dari "Hai add temen gue ya, PIN-nya 4L4YL03, anaknya cantik baik pinter blablabla", "Kirimkan BM ini ke 10 temanmu atau kamu kena sial", sampe yang paling nyebelin: "Test contact, don't reply". Broadcast Message yang seharusnya jadi sarana informasi penyampaian pesan secara massal, jadi sebuah alat pembodohan publik. PING yang seharusnya jadi alert untuk pesan yang penting dibaca, jadi semacem alat untuk bikin orang sebel (siapa yang ga sebel kalo BB lo dikit-dikit geter terus?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya dengan senang hati (dan ada duit tambahan), gue ganti handphone. Bukan Blackberry lagi, tapi gue pindah haluan ke Android. Ada beberapa alasan kenapa gue pindah ke Android:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Harganya lebih terjangkau&lt;br /&gt;Sebenernya sih gue pengen beli iPhone. Tapi untuk membeli iPhone itu dibutuhkan waktu menabung yang lebih banyak, dan tangan gue udah gatel untuk megang handphone baru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Fiturnya lebih banyak&lt;br /&gt;Aplikasi-aplikasi di BB apa sih yang seru? Paling cuma UberSocial doang kan? Di Android, gue sempet jadi anak maniak download selama 3 hari, madep komputer terus cuma buat nyari aplikasi dan games seru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Ingin melarikan diri dari BBM&lt;br /&gt;Yaps! Gue eneg banget sama BBM. Entah kenapa, punya BB ngejadiin gue kayak orang sok penting. Dikit-dikit ngecek BB, dikit-dikit update status BBM, dikit-dikit kepoin Recent Updates orang. Pake Android, gue nggak perlu jadi kayak orang sok penting. Gue juga ngeliat keuntungan pake Android dari nyokap tiri gue. Kayaknya hidup dia jadi jauh lebih enak tanpa harus dikit-dikit liat BBM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenernya, gue agak kasihan sama yang jadi Homo blackberrynicus. Gue nggak mendeduksi bahwa semua pengguna BB adalah Homo blackberrynicus, lho. Cukup mereka yang merasa bahwa mereka menghabiskan 80% waktu mereka di depan BB mereka masing-masing. Gue kasihan karena kebanyakan dari mereka menganggap bahwa BB dan BBM adalah segala-galanya, sampe banyak yang males menghubungi orang yang non-BB. Pernah nggak menjadi salah satu tokoh dalam situasi dibawah ini:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A: "Eh, minta BB PIN dong!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;B: "Sori men, gue gak pake BB..."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A: "Yah, kok ga pake sih lo? Pake dong, biar gue gampang ngehubungin lo..."&lt;/blockquote&gt;Mungkin ini adalah salah satu hal mendasar kenapa nggak banyak orang yang mengganti handphone mereka dari BB ke merek/OS lain: karena takut nggak bisa dihubungin/ngehubungin. Pesen gue cuma satu: "NGGAK USAH KAYAK ORANG SUSAH DEH".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. Lo bisa beli BB kan. Nggak usah sebegitu gilanya sama BBM lah. Nggak usah males ngumpulin nomer handphone orang lah. Yang terakhir: nggak usah pelit-pelit pulsa buat SMS orang non-BB lah. Kan lo mampu beli BB, masa sih nggak bisa SMS orang yang nggak pake BB?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intinya, nggak usah terlalu attached sama suatu barang lah. Dalam hal ini, sama BB. Pasti ada masanya nanti dimana BB nggak akan eksis lagi, dan semua orang yang masih pake BB dianggap ketinggalan zaman. Jangan-jangan suatu hari nanti, semua orang bakal menganggap punya nomer handphone itu lebih eksis daripada punya PIN BB?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-5599394013294395585?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/5599394013294395585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/10/blackberry-frenzy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/5599394013294395585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/5599394013294395585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/10/blackberry-frenzy.html' title='Blackberry Frenzy'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-9085156816749334938</id><published>2011-10-11T15:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T15:48:07.408+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Things I Miss</title><content type='html'>1. I miss writing.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I miss losing myself in writing short stories or writing novels (which is always not finished). I miss seeking new words to elaborate my way of thinking in my writings. Now I feel like I'm always out of ideas to write a short story, even a novel. Which is always not finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I miss reading novels.&lt;br /&gt;This is the thing I totally miss from my usual daily routine. When I was in high school, I always bought a novel every time I go to a bookstore - either in Indonesian or in English. Now, being a college student, every time I go to a bookstore, I always dwell myself in the 'History' section, and always end up buying a History book or two. Now, thank God I learn to read novel again. I'm currently reading Agustinus Wibowo's "Garis Batas". A very recommended book for people who loves traveling and who loves to experience the art in traveling - getting lost in nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I miss home-cooked meals.&lt;br /&gt;Since my nanny retired (circa September 2010), I barely eat home-cooked meals. My grandma is a bad chef, and I can only cook Italian food. The only time I eat home-cooked meals is when my nanny visits my house, which she frequently does, about once a month. That's the time when she goes grocery shopping and makes us foods that we used to love. Now I eat leftovers and I buy food in a Manadonese restaurant if I'm hungry. Oh, the pity of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-9085156816749334938?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/9085156816749334938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/10/things-i-miss.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/9085156816749334938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/9085156816749334938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/10/things-i-miss.html' title='The Things I Miss'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-3747769764951074077</id><published>2011-10-02T15:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T15:48:53.490+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Balada Skripsi</title><content type='html'>Gara-gara jalan-jalan ke blog si &lt;a href="http://debychristi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Deby&lt;/a&gt; dan dia ngomongin tentang skripsinya, tiba-tiba gue jadi galau skripsi juga. Haduh, Deb... Tolong jangan menularkan galau skripsimu kepadakuuuu #nyanyi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oke. Mungkin masih terlalu muda untuk gue ngomongin masalah skripsi. Apalagi gue baru semester 5, dan baru berkenalan sama tahap pra-skripsi di kampus yaitu mata kuliah Bahasa Indonesia Akademik dan Kapita Selekta Sejarah A. Tapi sejujur-jujurnya, galau skripsi ini udah gue mulai dari semester 4 lalu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salah siapa? Salah gue? Salah temen-temen gue? Umfh, salahkan PARA DOSEN. Ya, dengan ini gue bangga mengatakan bahwa dosen-dosen gue adalah pihak yang wajib disalahkan dalam masalah kegalauan skripsi mahasiswa. Dosen-dosen itu enak banget ya, dikit-dikit nyebut 'skripsi', 'tugas akhir', bahkan sampe kegalauan mereka sendiri yaitu 'tesis' atau 'disertasi'. Pada nggak tau ya mas/mbak/pak/bu, kami mahasiswa sangat sensitif kalo anda mengucapkan kata SKRIPSI secara berulang-ulang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue selalu bingung kalo ditanya sama temen-temen gue (untung belom ditanya sama keluarga gue) tentang tema apa yang bakal gue ambil pas skripsi. Katanya, pemilihan tema skripsi di jurusan Sejarah itu harus &lt;b&gt;belum pernah ditulis sebelumnya&lt;/b&gt; dan harus &lt;b&gt;mencerminkan ketertarikan kita sama subyek tertentu&lt;/b&gt;. Temen gue ada yang mau ngomongin tentang sejarah kuliner peranakan, sejarah hubungan diplomatik Inggris-Indonesia, dan sepertinya mereka udah &lt;i&gt;fix&lt;/i&gt; tentang tema skripsi mereka. Sementara gue? Masih terombang-ambing ibarat rakit yang terombang-ambing di lautan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo ditanya tema apa yang mau gue ambil sih gue udah dapet 2 nominasi tema, yaitu tentang Tionghoa Indonesia dan tentang Amerika Serikat. Kalo ditanya kenapa, ya karena gue minat aja sama 2 tema itu. Gue minat sama tema Tionghoa Indonesia karena subyek itu udah jadi subyek penelitian gue di hampir semua mata kuliah gue sejak semester 3, terus kalo subyek Amerika Serikat ya gue suka karena minor gue adalah kajian Amerika Serikat dan gue pengen tinggal di Amerika Serikat suatu hari nanti. Tapi gue ogah ngambil skripsi bertema Tionghoa Indonesia karena temen-temen gue udah banyak yang mau bikin skripsi pake tema itu (termasuk senior gue yang punya nama panggilan kayak tokoh kartun, serem aja kalo tema skripsi gue sama kayak dia), dan skripsi bertema Amerika Serikat terdengar cukup mahal kalo gue mau riset kesana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya gue mikir untuk &lt;u&gt;menggabungkan&lt;/u&gt; 2 tema kesukaan gue itu. Jadilah judul skripsi gue (yang masih tentatif dan kemungkinan besar akan diubah seiring berjalannya waktu), yaitu: "Kehidupan Sosial Etnis Cina di New York Pada Masa Great Depression". Gue mau menyorot kehidupan sosial etnis Cina di New York sekitar tahun 1930-an, waktu Amerika Serikat lagi kena krisis dahsyat itu. Yah, doakan saja semoga skripsi gue nantinya beneran judulnya kayak begitu, soalnya ada gosip katanya Pembimbing Skripsi tuh doyan banget nyuruh mahasiswanya ngeganti-ganti judul skripsi sampe akhirnya sama sekali nggak nyambung sama kemauan mahasiswanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seandainya ngumpulin sumber primer buat skripsi itu segampang ngumpulin bebatuan di tanah.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seandainya ngerjain bab 1 skripsi itu segampang ngerjain bab prolog di novel.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seandainya sidang skripsi itu segampang kuis-kuis geje di TV.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seandainya lulus itu nggak harus berpeluh keringat dan bercucuran air mata.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-3747769764951074077?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/3747769764951074077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/10/balada-skripsi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/3747769764951074077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/3747769764951074077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/10/balada-skripsi.html' title='Balada Skripsi'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-1629060886199398340</id><published>2011-09-29T20:29:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T20:39:05.622+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puisi Nggak Jelas --"</title><content type='html'>Berhubung lagi mood dan gue mau membuktikan kepada diri sendiri bahwa gue bisa berpuisi, inilah puisi gue yang nggak jelas. Silahkan diinterpretasikan sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya menyukai kamu.&lt;br /&gt;Kalau kamu bertanya sejak kapan, mungkin saya akan menjawab: "Sejak dahulu."&lt;br /&gt;Sejak saya masih menjadi seorang mahasiswa lugu&lt;br /&gt;Dan sejak saya masih diharuskan untuk membisu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya sangat menyukai kamu.&lt;br /&gt;Kamu dan pakaian yang itu-itu saja saat menuntut ilmu,&lt;br /&gt;Kamu dan rambutmu yang selalu terlihat seakan tidak pernah dicuci,&lt;br /&gt;Kamu dan mata sipitmu yang memberi efek seolah-olah kamu sudah tidak tidur berhari-hari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya menyukai kamu.&lt;br /&gt;Lewat setiap argumen yang kamu ucapkan di kelas-kelas yang kita ikuti,&lt;br /&gt;Lewat kata-kata pintar yang selalu terlontar dari mulutmu,&lt;br /&gt;Lewat tulisan-tulisan cerdas yang diam-diam saya selalu baca,&lt;br /&gt;Lewat kebaikan yang kamu berikan kepada teman-teman saya yang membutuhkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin saya tidak terlihat bahwa saya menyukai kamu.&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin kamu bingung melihat cara saya mendengus setiap kali melihat kamu.&lt;br /&gt;Cara saya membuang muka setiap kali kamu menatap saya diam-diam.&lt;br /&gt;Cara saya mengernyit setiap kali nama kamu disebut didepan saya.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi percayalah, saya melakukan itu karena saya takut dunia tahu bahwa saya menyukai kamu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi sekarang saya mau menunjukkan bahwa saya menyukai kamu.&lt;br /&gt;Bahwa saya cukup pintar dan cukup menarik di mata kamu.&lt;br /&gt;Dan bahwa saya pantas untuk mengenal kamu lebih jauh.&lt;br /&gt;Semoga perasaan saya tidak salah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-1629060886199398340?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/1629060886199398340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/09/puisi-nggak-jelas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/1629060886199398340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/1629060886199398340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/09/puisi-nggak-jelas.html' title='Puisi Nggak Jelas --&quot;'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-3518157719655967925</id><published>2011-09-23T08:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T08:55:48.837+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tentang Pengamen</title><content type='html'>Ada apa sih yang terjadi dengan pengamen di sekitar gue akhir-akhir ini?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oke, gue sih termasuk orang yang biasa aja dalam menanggapi isu pengamen bus kota. Gue yang udah 2 tahun jadi anak bus kota, udah bisa bilang kalo pengamen itu udah biasa banget, deh. Gue ngerti, sebenernya jadi pengamen itu bukan profesi idaman mereka, walaupun ada beberapa dari mereka yang emang suka ngamen. Tapi akhir-akhir ini gue merasa pengamen-pengamen di sekitar gue sedikit menyebalkan (dan beberapa membuat gue berpikir).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pengamen pertama adalah pengamen bus langganan gue pergi ke kampus. Sore menjelang malam itu, gue pulang dari kampus dengan keadaan capek, karena gue baru selesai latihan tenis. Di bangku paling belakang bus ada seorang pengamen yang mukanya familiar buat gue, karena dia suka ngamen di bus jurusan gue sehari-hari. Sore itu dia mulai ngamen pas bus masuk tol, dan dia mainin beberapa lagu The Beatles. &lt;i&gt;'The Beatles Evening'&lt;/i&gt;, mungkin tema dia hari itu. Gue suka sama suaranya, dan sama permainan gitarnya. Dari yang gue lihat, kayaknya si pengamen ini adalah tipe orang yang bener-bener suka musik, karena dia bisa nyanyi lagunya The Beatles yang pake bahasa Inggris itu dengan baik dan benar (kan suka ada tuh pengamen alay sok-sok nyanyi lagu bule tapi suaranya malah jadi kayak orang kumur-kumur). Gue sih karena tau dia maenin lagu-lagu Beatles favorit gue ya jadi biasa aja, tetep aja mainan HP kayak hari-hari sebelomnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pas turun tol, dia berenti nyanyi, terus mulai mengedarkan kantong bekas permen ke penumpang, siapa tau ada yang ngasih duit. Beberapa orang ada yang ngasih recehan ke dia, tapi gue nggak, karena gue emang males aja ngeluarin recehan dari dompet. Udah gitu dia duduk di bangku paling belakang (di belakang bangku gue) dan ngajak mbak-mbak di sebelahnya ngobrol sebentar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P (Pengamen)&lt;/b&gt; : Mbak, mbak suka gak sama pengamen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;M (Mbak)&lt;/b&gt; : &lt;i&gt;(Cuek aja, mungkin dia mikir "Apaan sih ni pengamen SKSD banget sama gue")&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P&lt;/b&gt; : Maksud saya, mbak suka apa nggak sama keberadaan pengamen di bus ini?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;M&lt;/b&gt; : Ya, gitu deh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P&lt;/b&gt; : Santai aja kali, mbak. Saya juga gak bakal nge-&lt;i&gt;judge&lt;/i&gt; mbak, kok. Atau gini deh. Apa faktor yang bikin mbak ngasih duit ke pengamen yang mbak temuin? &lt;i&gt;(Gue nggak tau ni mbak ngasih duit apa nggak ke pengamen itu)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;M&lt;/b&gt; : Ya... Karena lagunya enak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P&lt;/b&gt; : Lagunya enak... Terus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;M&lt;/b&gt; : Udah, itu aja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P&lt;/b&gt; : Mbak suka musik gak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;M&lt;/b&gt; : Su...ka...&lt;i&gt; (nada-nada awkward penguin gitu deh)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P&lt;/b&gt; : Saya udah suka musik dari kecil, mbak. Dari saya umur 12 tahun. Sekarang saya umur 32 tahun dan saya tetep ngedengerin musik. Saya suka ngamen, walaupun orang-orang suka mandang rendah hobi saya ini. Kapan-kapan kalo mbak naik bus ini, terus ketemu saya lagi, bisa kok minta lagu buat dimainin, nanti saya coba mainin. Tapi saya menghargai lho, mbak, kalo orang ngasih duit karena mereka suka sama lagu-lagu yang saya mainin. Justru kalo orang yang pasang headset terus ngasih saya duit, saya malah kurang suka, karena kesannya mereka ngasih duit cuma gara-gara kasihan sama saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terus si pengamen itu keluar bus. Sebenernya gue nggak ngerti kenapa dia bisa dengan mudahnya ngeluarin uneg-uneg ke si mbak yang kedengeran ignorant itu, mungkin karena dia lagi galau atau lagi dalam masa berpikir berat (tsaaaah bahasa gue).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kejadian itu membuat gue berpikir, sebenernya gue termasuk orang yang kayak apa ya kalo berurusan dengan pengamen? Sebenernya gue tipe-tipe orang &lt;i&gt;moody&lt;/i&gt;, sih. Di bus langganan gue, gue punya 2 pengamen favorit. Kalo mereka yang main, ya gue kasih duit. Hahahaha unsur favoritisme banget, yak. Tapi pengamen barusan itu emang bagus, kok, cuma gue lagi dalam fase males ngeluarin dompet buat ngasih recehan aja ke dia. Gue suka sama idealisme si pengamen tadi, yang bilang kalo dia menganggap bahwa orang-orang yang ngasih duit tanpa dengerin musiknya adalah orang-orang yang nggak menghargai dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pengamen kedua yang bakal gue ceritain adalah pengamen yang berbeda 180 derajat dari pengamen barusan yang menarik simpati gue. Jadi, ceritanya, kemaren gue naik bus nomer 16 jurusan Lebak Bulus-Rawamangun dari Wisma BNI 46 Sudirman. Pas gue masuk bus, gue emang lagi mode &lt;i&gt;'World off, iPod on'&lt;/i&gt; yang membuat kuping gue disumpel &lt;i&gt;earphone&lt;/i&gt;. Nggak lama kemudian, ada seorang pengamen masuk, tipe-tipe om-om kumel gitu, terus dia langsung main lagu pake ukulele-nya. Lagunya sih gue nggak merhatiin karena emang gue nggak tertarik. Terus di daerah sekitar Salemba dia berhenti nyanyi, dan mulai ngedarin kantong buat recehan. Nggak ada yang ngasih duit ke pengamen itu. Terus, sampelah si pengamen itu ke tempat duduk gue (gue duduk paling belakang), dan gue nggak ngasih recehan, saat itu gue lagi ngebales BBM temen gue, lagi-lagi kuping gue masih disumpel &lt;i&gt;earphone&lt;/i&gt;. Udah gitu si pengamen duduk di belakang gue terus bilang, "Heran, kenapa yang pada pake HP rata-rata nggak mau ngasih duit ya?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue kebetulan denger kata-kata itu karena suara lagu di &lt;i&gt;earphone&lt;/i&gt; gue emang nggak terlalu gede. Dan gue langsung berasa pengen ngedatengin tu pengamen terus gue tampar pipinya. Ya iya lah, gue kesel banget dengernya. Keliatan banget tu pengamen nggak ikhlas ngamen. Terserah orang dong, mau ngasih apa nggak. Dan kenapa juga harus pake deskripsi 'yang pake HP'? Bukannya itu menyindir gue, gue sih bodo amat mau dia ngedeskripsiinnya kayak gimana, tapi kata-kata itu seolah-olah bilang kalo 'orang tajir nggak mau ngasih duit ke pengamen'. Lagian banyak kok yang nggak pake HP dan emang nggak ngasih ke dia. Serius, kemaren rasanya pengen gue damprat tu pengamen. Enak aja lo nyalain orang kenapa gak mau ngasih duit ke lo. Suka-suka orang lah, mau pake HP apa nggak, mau nyumpel kuping pake earphone apa nggak, mau ngasih duit ke pengamen apa nggak. Nggak usah pake ngeluh gitu kenapa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wacana tentang 2 pengamen bertolakbelakang tadi bikin gue makin mikir... kalo mereka nggak suka, kenapa harus ngamen, ya? Kan masih ada kerjaan lain yang nggak harus bikin lo marah-marah karena nggak dapet duit dari penumpang. Harusnya pengamen kedua sadar, kalo rejeki pengamen tuh nggak stabil, kadang bisa dapet kadang nggak. Gue seneng sama pengamen pertama tadi, karena dia ngamen pake hati. Daripada pengamen kedua, dikit-dikit ngeluh. Huh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-3518157719655967925?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/3518157719655967925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/09/tentang-pengamen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/3518157719655967925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/3518157719655967925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/09/tentang-pengamen.html' title='Tentang Pengamen'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-4534596057665662427</id><published>2011-09-19T17:26:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T17:29:17.894+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Years</title><content type='html'>In three years, everything can change drastically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the changes, not vague, but clear as the summer sky. Three years ago, exactly on this day, I proclaimed myself as the happiest girl in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three years ago, I dated the most amazing guy ever - in my eyes. He wasn't as pretty as Edward Cullen (my favorite guy on earth when I was seventeen), or as smart as Derek Shepherd. He was just... him. An ordinary guy who loved to play basketball more than anything, and who could be easily distracted by Japanese anime and manga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, our happy ending ended 13 months later. I didn't know who to blame, I wanted to know whom I could put the blame to, but we didn't really talk anymore, and time passed. I didn't really give a damn about who was the wrong party in this mistake. In my opinion, the guy who used to be very perfect in my eyes, didn't look as perfect as he used to be anymore. He seemed... different, and I couldn't find out what happened to him. And the happy ending ended just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was... dark. Probably the darkest moments in my life. Have you watched 'New Moon'? Bella Swan pretty much resembled me in that movie. The dark period lasted for about... a year. I was hanging by an invisible thread for a year, and then suddenly I felt like tired. Felt like I didn't want to hang on anymore. And so, I decided to live a very different life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that in three years, everything can change drastically. I used to think that my happy ending would last up to this point. It didn't turn out as well as I imagine, but I believe God has something better for me in store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three years ago, today, I was the happiest girl in the world. Three years later, today, I still feel like one, only with different reasons. Today, the reasons why I feel happy are my friends and my daily life. I feel so lucky to be surrounded by faithful friends, although most of them are far from me. I'm so glad we still exchange news, and be each others' person. I got Rey, although she's now in Japan reaching her dreams and although we don't communicate that often anymore, at least we know that we're OK and we've got each other. I'm glad I have Mega, Wewe, Yoga, Pian and Ucup. Without them, college life would feel like nothing. I'm glad I've got Kak Qie who can be my sister, because I've been longing for an older sister in my whole life. Even though she's his sister, I love the fact that she can put aside the fact that she's his biological sister when interacting with me. And also, my daily life. I feel more focused towards my goal, and I manage to put aside love goals because I want to focus at my study and career goals on the first place. I'm so glad I can walk again with no shadows of him lurking on my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just................ feeling thankful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-4534596057665662427?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/4534596057665662427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/09/three-years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/4534596057665662427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/4534596057665662427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/09/three-years.html' title='Three Years'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-7584925074854841086</id><published>2011-09-13T18:26:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T18:27:53.488+07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's your Beatles #1?</title><content type='html'>This is the number one trending topic on Twitter. And I know just the answer to my Beatles #1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qc9XHAZNj34/Tm89zWu270I/AAAAAAAAAfw/opy_WcanstI/s1600/tumblr_lrenq7aJLs1r0wmldo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qc9XHAZNj34/Tm89zWu270I/AAAAAAAAAfw/opy_WcanstI/s1600/tumblr_lrenq7aJLs1r0wmldo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The Beatles' "Hey Jude".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So lucky I have a Beatles-themed name. Feeling like a boss!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-7584925074854841086?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/7584925074854841086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/09/whats-your-beatles-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/7584925074854841086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/7584925074854841086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/09/whats-your-beatles-1.html' title='What&apos;s your Beatles #1?'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qc9XHAZNj34/Tm89zWu270I/AAAAAAAAAfw/opy_WcanstI/s72-c/tumblr_lrenq7aJLs1r0wmldo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-8233491346976852941</id><published>2011-09-10T19:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T19:37:28.919+07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the middle of September...</title><content type='html'>Okay. I think I have no stories to tell, but I don't know why my head keeps on telling me to write on this blog. Somehow I feel like I'm in a desperate need to write some things in this space, to clear my mind out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...................I think I know what to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's September 10th. And tomorrow's September 11th. I know some of you think I'll do a 'World Trade Center 9/11 Memorial Post', but trust me, it's not about WTC. It's about something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who used to be special (and I think that term sticks until now, even though he doesn't know that - or is it wrong?) will join the 20s club tomorrow, precisely on September 11th. He probably thinks I forget, but I don't and I never will, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember how things went, 3 years ago. Precisely on that date. My friends and I were curious about his birthday, and one of us told me that his birthday was on September 11th. I asked him and then he said, "Nah, it's on October, not September!" But we didn't believe in his bullshit. So, without him knowing, we gathered our money to buy him a large portion of murtabak (a pan-fried bread, mostly found in Saudi Arabia and Southeast-Asian countries), because we thought the idea of giving him a cake or pizza was just too common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day finally came. On the first recess, we told him not to go outside the class because there was a surprise coming right up for him. And before he could blink his eyes, we took out the large murtabak and sang 'Happy Birthday' together. He just giggled and sat on his chair. A friend of mine (a girl) opened the speech and told us, "So, got someone you want to give your first murtabak to?" He said, "Who? No one... Okay then, I'll give it to you!" And then he gave her the first slice of murtabak. I didn't say anything because I wasn't even that interested at all. Minutes gone by, and there were only 2 slices of murtabak left on the carton. I told him, "No one eat this murtabak? Can I have the last pieces?" He told me to take it and just eat them up. When I wanted to stuff those murtabaks to my mouth, suddenly a friend said, "Hey, it's his birthday and he hasn't even eaten the murtabak yet!" Knowing that murtabak was supposed to be his, I said sorry and I told him to take the murtabak from me. But he insisted not to take it from me and he let me eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even plan to give him a birthday present that year. But what we know, about a week later I gave him my birthday present: myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now? We didn't even talk. Not even post walls on Facebook. We live our own ways, just like what he wanted and what he told me a year ago. Finally I could get used to it. I mean, I didn't think I would come this far. I thought I could never stop contacting him, being a cheap bitch, but eventually, I managed not to care at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His birthday is coming up. Exactly 4.30 hours from now. I have decided what I will do. I will text him happy birthday, without no intentions at all. Just like what I did last year. Even though he won't reply (I write 'won't' because I'm positively sure he won't reply my texts - why should he?), at least I have tried to build a bridge for us. It's up to him whether he wants to cross it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be like Snape, who just stayed silent and didn't have any guts to tell Lily Potter that he loved her. Until the end of his life. He must have been living a miserable life, I tell you. Not being able to tell people you love them is one of the greatest regrets in life. No, I ain't gonna make the same regret like Snape did. Even though I won't tell him that I love him (I'm not that cheap!), at least I will greet him a simple happy birthday. That's what friends do, right? Remembering each others birthday and secretly pray for them?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-8233491346976852941?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/8233491346976852941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/09/in-middle-of-september.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/8233491346976852941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/8233491346976852941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/09/in-middle-of-september.html' title='In the middle of September...'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-8709136141499057830</id><published>2011-09-08T08:54:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T08:58:07.290+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Last Holiday Trip</title><content type='html'>Hello there readers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as I promised you a few days ago about my trip, today I'll be talking about my Tidung Island vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went there on September 2nd - 4th (Friday to Sunday). I went with my dad, my step-mom, my 2 step-sisters, and my dad's colleagues (Tante Nita and her 2 kids: Azra and Viqra). Again and again in every trip, I was the oldest kid there ._. We went to Tidung Island by boat. Please, don't think about it as a luxurious boat, because it was a fisherman's boat, re-decorated to be a public boat, and the atmosphere was very very bad. We felt like being refugees from a deserted country. I couldn't really express how bad the boat was, but thank God it was clean enough for me to get a power nap for about 1 hour. Then the worst thing happened. I was pretty much holding myself to pee, but then I knew it wasn't good. So I went to the boat's bathroom. As I walked, suddenly I felt seasick!!! And the seasick didn't stop until I put myself to sleep. Gah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 2 hours later, we arrived at Tidung Island. Suddenly all my seasick and bad mood (blame the boat) was gone by seeing the most magnificent beach I ever saw. It was very clean, and so does the water's color... You could almost saw the corals because the sea was very crystal clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, here are some pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rhFLIWVr2x8/TmgYJWuqvqI/AAAAAAAAAfY/VNznI79_jUE/s1600/tidung1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rhFLIWVr2x8/TmgYJWuqvqI/AAAAAAAAAfY/VNznI79_jUE/s640/tidung1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bicycles and motorcycles are the main transportation in Tidung Island. For tourists, they usually hire bicycles, whereas motorcycles are used by the native people there. &lt;b&gt;Caution&lt;/b&gt;: the bicycles in this island are very 'challenging', as in no brakes, so you have to use your legs to stop your bicycle! I think these bicycles are second-hand bicycles from Jakarta, transferred (or dumped?) to Tidung Island for them to use. You can also hire &lt;i&gt;'bentor'&lt;/i&gt; (becak motor - &amp;nbsp;a motorcycle-powered rickshaw) to travel around the island.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gxmj8pdzIRs/TmgbZGxayMI/AAAAAAAAAfc/aEW4INuDSks/s1600/333854_10150278145171452_732001451_7900766_2549134_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gxmj8pdzIRs/TmgbZGxayMI/AAAAAAAAAfc/aEW4INuDSks/s640/333854_10150278145171452_732001451_7900766_2549134_o.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AqhhQYYstKA/TmgbotxlCeI/AAAAAAAAAfg/YRtlOSGodtA/s1600/334340_10150278141576452_732001451_7900725_6859401_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AqhhQYYstKA/TmgbotxlCeI/AAAAAAAAAfg/YRtlOSGodtA/s640/334340_10150278141576452_732001451_7900725_6859401_o.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Look at the water! So clear, right! Yes, the beach has 3-colored water. You can see the corals and beautiful fishes if you snorkel there. And this was my first time swimming on the ocean, so I was feeling both excited and nervous at the same time. For snorkeling, if you travel independently (with no tour operators), you can hire the snorkeling equipment. But if you go to Tidung with a travel operator, your fee is included with the snorkeling equipment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P0MQTRmFz1Y/TmgcqruaQTI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MqJyhoyz78c/s1600/339745_10150278143231452_732001451_7900751_4125994_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P0MQTRmFz1Y/TmgcqruaQTI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MqJyhoyz78c/s640/339745_10150278143231452_732001451_7900751_4125994_o.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This may look like it's being photoshopped but no, it isn't. My step-mom took this picture, and I couldn't believe she could snap a picture like this. FYI, on the north side of Tidung Island, they still grow reeds to preserve their natural habitat. Being there feels like being on the other side of the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GgsxKdM_3iQ/Tmgd6T0wCcI/AAAAAAAAAfo/__J9BsTXi1s/s1600/tidung2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GgsxKdM_3iQ/Tmgd6T0wCcI/AAAAAAAAAfo/__J9BsTXi1s/s640/tidung2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This was me, taken on one of the parts of 'Jembatan Cinta' - or Love Bridge. This is the most unique attraction in Tidung Island, because this 2.4 km bridge connects Pulau Tidung Besar and Pulau Tidung Kecil. Pulau Tidung Besar is where the commoners and the tourists live, and Pulau Tidung Kecil is a small uninhibited island, but used as a place for coral preservation by the government. A lot of people spend their time in Tidung Island on this bridge. There are also a lot of people who jumps to the sea (don't worry, this bridge is still on the shallow part of the sea so they won't be drowned) just for fun. This bridge is much more better than the bridge in Ancol beach, trust me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gDcQqkMqJV0/TmgfNytTDaI/AAAAAAAAAfs/i-kjjtX2dn4/s1600/tidung3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gDcQqkMqJV0/TmgfNytTDaI/AAAAAAAAAfs/i-kjjtX2dn4/s640/tidung3.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;More corals! This is me and my oldest step-sister. Taken on the beach (of course, duh). I post this photo just because I think this one is very cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's all about my updates on my last vacation before going back to college... I hope on December I can give you a post about my USA vacation! Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-8709136141499057830?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/8709136141499057830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-last-holiday-vacation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/8709136141499057830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/8709136141499057830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-last-holiday-vacation.html' title='My Last Holiday Trip'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rhFLIWVr2x8/TmgYJWuqvqI/AAAAAAAAAfY/VNznI79_jUE/s72-c/tidung1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-7259533184990085066</id><published>2011-09-06T16:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T16:54:58.101+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>Long time no blogging. Sorry for the inconvenience. Actually I was going to talk about my short trip to Tidung Island last week, but my mother hasn't tagged or uploaded any pictures to her Facebook. So I'm gonna skip that for later posts and now I'm gonna give you short updates on what I'm doing lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently counting down the days to my 5th semester. It's 5 days to go, yet I'm still nervous. I'm so curious about my freshmen students, I wonder how they look like. First day on campus every September (the beginning of the campus academic year) is always a very fun day, because I can see the freshmen wearing stupid name tags and they are always being called by their seniors to do some stupid meetings about the faculty's orientation. I was a naughty freshman back then, because I never come to any meetings to see the seniors. Hahaha! I'm also curious about my upcoming subjects. I take 21 credits this semester, and I pick Australia and Southwest Pacific, Spanish 101 (still on the waiting list - I hope I can make it to the class!) and Southeast Asia's International Relations History for my elective subjects. I hope they will be very fun to learn. As for compulsory subjects, I take Indonesian for Academic Writing, Art History, National Military History, Selected Subjects on History, and I forget the last one, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also currently busy preparing my documents for the Global UGRAD exchange program. For those who don't know what it is, it's a one semester or one year program that enables the winners to study to USA. They can choose whatever subjects they want to learn, and they will be doing internship and volunteering work there. Sounds exciting and yummy, right? Now I'm working on my personal statement letter, which is a huge obstacle for me because I can't really 'promote' myself in a letter :( I hope if I make it to the winners list, they put me in a university or a college in New York, New Jersey or Washington D.C. because I really want to go study in those states!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides preparing my Global UGRAD documents, I'm also currently preparing my documents for Australian visa. Yes, you hear me right, finally I'm going to Australia! The last time I went there was on 1995, I even forgot about 80% of the trip. Actually I was planning to go there on October 2012 (because I want to give myself more time to save money), but then my aunt in Australia called me and she offered me to go to Perth (where she is living now) on February. I automatically said yes because she said she would pay my airline tickets! I'm going there on February 5th, and come back on February 14th. Why so long? Because besides going to Perth, I will also visit Melbourne (I will pay the airline ticket to Melbourne and the accommodation there with my own money). Hahahaha so I'm soooo excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's more is that my family is planning a trip to the USA this winter. When I asked my mom what cities we will visit, she said we will go to cities on the East Coast, and that counts New York. I AM SO FUCKING EXCITED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....................And we haven't prepared anything to apply for the visa. Okay, that problem will be resolved soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all what I want to write, I hope my mother will upload the Tidung Island pictures soon. Til then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-7259533184990085066?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/7259533184990085066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/09/updates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/7259533184990085066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/7259533184990085066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/09/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-2949270073309290274</id><published>2011-08-29T13:59:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T14:01:48.822+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Insecure Post</title><content type='html'>Why am I calling this as an insecure post? Because that's what I'm really feeling inside: INSECURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just feel like I'm........................... not good enough. Not good enough, in every angle. Not pretty enough, not smart enough, not stylish enough...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To sum up: not good enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just look at all those Chinese descent, pretty-faced, proportional-postured, white-skinned, long-haired girls you always see at the mall. They wear nice clothes, and they seem like they don't have to try to be amazing. Me? I'm the 180 flip from them. I can't even be beautiful without having to try, seems like those pretty outfits never match me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the guys? Whoa, seems like they always want those kinds of girls. Those white-skinned, long-haired girls I just wrote on the previous paragraph. Ask this to yourself, have you ever seen a cute guy roaming alone at the mall? Cute guys are either straight or gay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately I've been feeling this kind of sick emotion. Maybe this is the result of going out to malls in 2 consecutive days. Or the result of knowing that your crush actually is a big fan of SNSD and when you look to the mirror, you realized that you're not even close to Jessica or Tiffany, or to any girls in that whimsical girl band.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wish there's a guy who will accept me for who I am and not criticizing my looks, or even what I like to wear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/8521208281177143113-2949270073309290274?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/2949270073309290274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/08/insecure-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/2949270073309290274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/2949270073309290274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/08/insecure-post.html' title='The Insecure Post'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-5081600692404561497</id><published>2011-08-22T08:08:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T08:08:58.783+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilema Mencari Pembantu yang SYUPERRR.</title><content type='html'>Mungkin buat beberapa dari kalian yang&lt;i&gt; follow&lt;/i&gt; Twitter gue, sempet baca &lt;i&gt;tweet&lt;/i&gt; gue tentang susahnya nyari pembantu yang nggak bikin serba salah. Gimana nggak mau serba salah? Gue baik-baikin, dia jadi ngelunjak. Gue tegasin/galakin, dia kerjanya makin nggak bener.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Di rumah gue, ada 2 pembantu baru. Nggak baru-baru amat sih, kira-kira udah sebulan deh mereka tinggal sama gue. Dua-duanya cewek, dan datang dari kampung yang sama di sebuah daerah di Sulawesi. Sebut aja namanya I dan S. Waktu pertama kali dateng, terus terang gue punya feeling bagus soal mereka. Soalnya si S tuh kelihatan girang banget, semangat deh pokoknya, apalagi mereka bilang kalo mereka tamatan SMA (walaupun si S cuma sampe kelas 2 SMA dan si I yang tamat, tapi menurut gue mereka bisa dikategorikan sebagai orang yang lulusan SMA, deh. Menurut gue, semakin tinggi jenjang pendidikan si pembantu, maka akan semakin pintar dia untuk menyerap semua tugas-tugas harian di rumah. Wah, makin seneng deh gue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Minggu-minggu awal sih mereka masih kelihatan baik-baik. Si S ngerjain lantai atas (nyuci, nyetrika dll), sementara si I ngerjain lantai bawah. Hal ini menyebabkan si I punya tanggungjawab yang lebih besar, karena lantai bawah rumah gue itu lebih luas, apalagi lantai bawah gue itu termasuk dapur, yang membuat si I harus bisa masak. Di mata gue sih, mereka ngerjain semuanya dengan tulus. Apalagi mereka suka banget nyanyi dan si S suka main gitar (dia minjem gitar gue, si Taylor. Dengan begonya gue kasih aja).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mulai minggu-minggu kesini, entah kenapa kok mereka mulai nyebelin, ya? Gue kira cuma perasaan gue doang, soalnya oma-opa-tante gue kayaknya nggak ada masalah sama mereka. Gue perhatiin, si I kerjanya lambat banget. Terus kalo ditegor apa-apa, pasti dia nyalahin orang lain, biasanya sih dia nyalahin si S. Kalo gue nanya barang X ditaro dimana, dia selalu jawab "Nggak tahu Jud, coba kamu tanya bapak (opa gue)". Lho, kok gue dilempar-lempar begini, sih? Dari situ gue mulai rada sebel sama I, apalagi kalo gue nyuruh dia tuh kesannya kayak ngegampangin banget, taunya nggak dikerjain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Puncak kekesalan gue adalah pas &lt;i&gt;weekend&lt;/i&gt; kemarin, hari Sabtu. Setiap hari Sabtu, gue harus bangun pagi karena gue ngajar SCP. Dari malem sebelomnya, gue udah kasih tau si S buat masakin gue air mandi dan bikinin gue ayam goreng buat sarapan. Si S manut-manut aja. Lagipula karena si S yang kelihatan lebih cekatan daripada si I, jadi gue dengan mudah bisa percaya sama dia. Paginya, pas gue bangun, dia udah lagi ngeluarin ayam dari lemari es. Air panas udah ada, gue tinggal pake buat mandi. Pas abis gue selesai mandi dan siap-siap, gue turun ke bawah, udah mengharapkan itu ayam goreng udah jadi, dan gue bisa makan enak pake nasi panas plus sambel terasi. Pas gue ngecek &lt;i&gt;rice cooker&lt;/i&gt;, ternyata....................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si S belom masak nasinya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sementara ayam gorengnya udah hampir jadi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;FUCK&lt;/i&gt;. Gue langsung naik darah. Tapi gue nahan diri untuk marah, karena gue tau kalo gue marah pasti nanti siang gue nggak akan konsen ngajar SCP. Jadi gue langsung masak nasi buru-buru, sambil terus-terusan ngeliat jam karena gue takut terlambat. Terus gue bilang sama si S (yang kayaknya masih nggak nyadar), "Ini ayam goreng udah mau selesai tapi nasinya belom ada? Mau makan pake apa gue???" si S diem aja, entah pura-pura bego atau bego beneran. Pas lagi masak nasi gue singgung aja terus, gue bilang, "Kalo entar gue kuliah kayak begini terus sih alamat gue terlambat terus" berulang-ulang. Bikin kesel aja pagi-pagi. Untungnya tante gue berinisiatif buat nganterin gue ke tempat ngajar, jadi gue bisa save time dengan cara makan di mobil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dan lucunya, si S sama sekali nggak minta maaf sama gue. Heran, kenapa sih orang tuh susah banget ngomong 'maaf' kalo udah ketauan bikin salah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hari Minggu-nya, kekesalan gue udah semakin menjadi-jadi sama 2 orang ini. Awalnya sih bukan soal masalah sama gue, tapi lebih ke cara kerja mereka. Si S 'ceritanya' (gue pake tanda kutip, soalnya entah ini beneran apa nggak) lagi sakit, ngomongnya sih sakit gigi. Pagi-pagi, oma gue naik ke tempat jemuran, dan dia lihat baju-baju yang dijemur si S tuh nggak diperas dulu sebelom dijemur, jadi airnya tuh pada merembes semua. Pas ditanya soal jemuran itu sama oma gue, si S jawab itu baru kejadian hari itu soalnya dia lagi sakit gigi.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.......... Apa hubungannya, woi? Emangnya lo meras cucian pake gigi lo, jadi kalo gigi lo sakit, lo nggak bisa meras cucian sebelom dijemur, gitu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pas lagi makan siang, oma gue cerita soal itu di depan gue, tante dan opa gue. Terus tante gue menimpali, bilang kalo cara si S nyetrika itu nggak bener. Hmmm, pantes aja baju-baju gue pada nggak harum, malah kelihatan kucel begini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abis pulang gereja sore, gue kepengen main gitar. Kangen banget genjreng-genjreng si Taylor. Lagipula, gue merasa bahwa si S dan si I udah menganggap bahwa Taylor seakan-akan jadi hak milik mereka, abisnya gitar gue itu kok nggak dibalikin. Pinjem sekali-kali ya boleh lah, tapi masa sih itu gitar kalo nggak dipake jadi dianggurin aja di kamar mereka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pas gue ke kamarnya dan gue ngambil gitar gue, gue langsung&lt;i&gt; shock&lt;/i&gt;. Kenapa? Gitar gue jadi CACAT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Senarnya putus satu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;i&gt;HOLY SHIT&lt;/i&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" gue teriak dalam hati. Gila ya, itu orang udah gue baik-baikin, gue pinjemin gitar gue buat hiburan, eh malah dirusakin! Nggak tahu diri banget, sumpah! Pantesan aja itu orang (terutama si S) nggak pernah ngomong apa-apa soal gitar gue, apalagi punya keberanian buat ngebalikin! Tau deh itu senar putusnya kapan! Babi banget! Stress kali ya tuh dua manusia, tau kan kalo senar gitar itu nggak bisa dibeli per-senar? Kalo satu putus ya harus ganti semuanya, walaupun sebenernya itu senar masih belom harus diganti? Dan tau juga kan, kalo senar baru itu nggak enak, nadanya masih suka keluar-keluar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gue rasa si I dan si S otaknya ada di dengkul, bukan di kepala.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gue sih males ngomelin, walaupun semalem rasanya darah gue udah mau keluar dari ubun-ubun. Abis, mau ngomelin apa? Suruh ganti? Mereka belom terima gaji, dapet duit darimana buat beli senar? Dan lucunya, setelah mereka sadar bahwa gitar itu udah gue ambil, mereka tetep diem-diem aja loh. Seolah-olah masih nggak mau ngomong soal senar gitar yang mereka putusin. Goblok apa bego sih. Jelas-jelas orang yang bisa main gitar pasti tau kalo senar gitar tuh ada 6, dan gitar punya gue sekarang cuma punya 5 senar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emang, sih, pembantu jaman sekarang tuh rata-rata nggak bisa dikasih hati. Kalo kita baik sama mereka, &lt;i&gt;most likely&lt;/i&gt; mereka akan jadi ngelunjak dan memperlakukan kita seolah-olah sama kayak mereka. Kayak dua orang ini, nih. Kalo gue nyuruh apa-apa pasti mereka jawabnya "Oke bos!" sambil ketawa-ketawa gitu. Mending dikerjain, ini kagak. Kalopun dikerjain, hasilnya gak sesuai. &lt;i&gt;On the other hand&lt;/i&gt;, kalo kita tegas ke mereka, nanti mereka bakal ngerjain semuanya dengan rasa takut, terus lama-lama jadi males. Gue jadi bingung, mesti gue apain ini dua pembantu? Masa iya gue jutekin setiap hari (walaupun sepertinya itu adalah tindakan yang paling tepat)?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hal kayak begini semakin bikin gue memantapkan diri untuk nggak punya pembantu kalo nanti gue udah kerja dan tinggal di apartemen sendiri. Ngapain juga buang-buang duit buat ngegaji orang yang (kebanyakan) kerjanya nggak bener. Toh orang barat, sesibuk-sibuknya mereka, masih bisa tuh ngurus rumah dan keluarga tanpa harus punya pembantu. Kenapa orang Indonesia nggak bisa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Huah, rasanya udah rada lega deh abis ngetik disini tentang kekesalan gue selama 2 hari berturut-turut gara-gara si pembantu menyebalkan itu. &lt;i&gt;See you on the next post.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-5081600692404561497?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/5081600692404561497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/08/dilema-mencari-pembantu-yang-syuperrr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/5081600692404561497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/5081600692404561497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/08/dilema-mencari-pembantu-yang-syuperrr.html' title='Dilema Mencari Pembantu yang SYUPERRR.'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-5845691989701571531</id><published>2011-08-19T16:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T16:33:19.939+07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Move on apa nggak, ya?"</title><content type='html'>Mungkin itu pertanyaan yang ada di benak kalian kalo abis putus sama pacar. Apakah harus cepat-cepat &lt;i&gt;move on&lt;/i&gt; atau tidak. Ada konsekuensinya juga sih, di setiap pilihan. Kalo pengen buru-buru&lt;i&gt; move on&lt;/i&gt;, takutnya nanti lo seakan merasa lo cuma nyari pelarian doang. Kalo pengen santai-santai aja &lt;i&gt;move on&lt;/i&gt;-nya, takutnya orang-orang akan melabeli lo sebagai 'orang yang belom &lt;i&gt;move on&lt;/i&gt;', sama kayak lagunya The Script yang &lt;i&gt;'The Man Who Can't Be Moved'&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo ditanya gue udah &lt;i&gt;move on&lt;/i&gt; apa belom, gue akan jawab kalo gue belom &lt;i&gt;move on&lt;/i&gt;. Bukan maksudnya belom &lt;i&gt;move on&lt;/i&gt; yang masih sedih-sedih lebay gitu sih, tapi lebih ke kenyataan bahwa gue belom &lt;i&gt;move on&lt;/i&gt;, tapi gue berusaha merangkul kenyataan itu dan berusaha menjalani hidup gue sebaik-baiknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebelom gue mengakui hal ini ke diri gue sendiri, gue akui gue selalu &lt;i&gt;deny&lt;/i&gt; kalo ada yang bilang gue belom &lt;i&gt;move on&lt;/i&gt;. Gue akan berusaha mencari celah, berusaha menyangkal, nggak mau ngomong apa-apa tentang seseorang itu, kalo diajakin ngomong soal orang itu pasti muka gue bakalan langsung kesel, pokoknya gue berusaha kelihatan normal di mata orang lain. Gue mulai ngegebet sana-sini (walaupun gebetan gue semuanya ancur; ada yang udah punya cewek lah, ada yang beda agama lah) untuk membohongi publik (dan juga diri sendiri) bahwa GUE UDAH &lt;i&gt;MOVE ON&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa gue berusaha membohongi diri sendiri dan orang lain? Karena adanya anggapan dari masyarakat bahwa kalo lo belom &lt;i&gt;move on&lt;/i&gt;, lo pengecut. &lt;i&gt;Is it just me, or you all feel the same opinion?&lt;/i&gt; Ngapain capek-capek belom&lt;i&gt; move on&lt;/i&gt;, padahal orang lain itu udah berhasil &lt;i&gt;move on&lt;/i&gt; dari kehidupannya sama lo? Sistem norma masyarakat yang seolah mengharuskan gue untuk &lt;i&gt;move on&lt;/i&gt; secepatnya, pokoknya suka nggak suka, harus &lt;i&gt;move on&lt;/i&gt;! gitu. Setiap gue curhat sama temen-temen gue, mayoritas dari mereka akan nyuruh gue untuk &lt;i&gt;move on&lt;/i&gt;. Jadilah gue membohongi diri sendiri dan orang lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi yang namanya bohong tuh emang nggak enak, ya. Selalu aja ada hal-hal yang memaksa kita untuk mengakui keadaan, setinggi apapun gengsi kita. Untuk gue, keadaan yang memaksa gue untuk mengakui bahwa gue belom &lt;i&gt;move on&lt;/i&gt; adalah waktu si orang lain itu sakit. Emang sih, gue nggak berani untuk SMS ungkapan &lt;i&gt;'Get well soon'&lt;/i&gt; atau sejenisnya, tapi dalam hati.................... gue panik. Gue takut. Gue kuatir. Perasaan-perasaan aneh dan mengganggu kayak gitu. Gue cerita sama Rey, dan Rey membantu gue untuk membuka mata kalo gue masih belom bisa &lt;i&gt;move on&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;i&gt;But she said I did a great job, though&lt;/i&gt;. Walaupun gue belom bisa &lt;i&gt;move on&lt;/i&gt;, tapi gue berusaha menjalani hidup, berusaha mencari cowok lain... hal-hal yang positif. Bukan diem di kamar, mewek-mewek nangisin masa lalu, terus &lt;i&gt;stuck&lt;/i&gt; aja disana dan nggak ngapa-ngapain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pesan gue untuk kalian semua yang baca ini dan kebetulan belom bisa &lt;i&gt;move on&lt;/i&gt;... Hadapi kenyataan itu. Hadapi kenyataan bahwa untuk sekarang kalian memang belom bisa &lt;i&gt;move on&lt;/i&gt;. Nggak &lt;i&gt;move on&lt;/i&gt; itu bukan dosa besar kok. Ngapain lo berpura-pura udah &lt;i&gt;move on&lt;/i&gt; cuma karena kondisi masyarakat bilang bahwa nggak &lt;i&gt;move on&lt;/i&gt; itu malu-maluin? Mendingan lo mengaku ke diri sendiri, dan berusaha hidup semaksimal mungkin. Suatu saat nanti, gue yakin akan ada seseorang yang bisa bikin lo &lt;i&gt;move on&lt;/i&gt; dengan tulus. &lt;i&gt;Embrace the truth and make the most of it!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-5845691989701571531?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/5845691989701571531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/08/move-on-apa-nggak-ya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/5845691989701571531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/5845691989701571531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/08/move-on-apa-nggak-ya.html' title='&quot;Move on apa nggak, ya?&quot;'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-1287971235960211462</id><published>2011-08-15T12:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T12:57:35.093+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying on GIFs...</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I was very curious if Blogspot can post GIF pictures. I think it would be funny to watch moving pictures in my blog.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I decided to Google it, and turned out that GIF pictures could be put into Blogspot! And here comes some GIFs I just saved to my computer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S.: Feel free to save them on yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j6KHQ0KPIDo/Tkiylniz_4I/AAAAAAAAAeI/wKtCVjT1_dY/s1600/tumblr_lpjgc5N1dA1qjtaeio1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j6KHQ0KPIDo/Tkiylniz_4I/AAAAAAAAAeI/wKtCVjT1_dY/s640/tumblr_lpjgc5N1dA1qjtaeio1_500.gif" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2iwTy-Dcz3g/Tkiy0T0M3BI/AAAAAAAAAeM/y1AZcZqWVOc/s1600/tumblr_lpozdhElUC1qztwte.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="358" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2iwTy-Dcz3g/Tkiy0T0M3BI/AAAAAAAAAeM/y1AZcZqWVOc/s640/tumblr_lpozdhElUC1qztwte.gif" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vw7P6DOP2as/TkizDIHpqcI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/PnuNcgB9n-g/s1600/tumblr_lpsua4c0FH1qiunvpo1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vw7P6DOP2as/TkizDIHpqcI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/PnuNcgB9n-g/s640/tumblr_lpsua4c0FH1qiunvpo1_500.gif" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the most favorite GIF goes to..........................................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CDfk5ozdO-c/Tki1Ay_RHhI/AAAAAAAAAec/6cBkyYQ75HU/s1600/tumblr_le6c0bh2j41qb86xno1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="324" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CDfk5ozdO-c/Tki1Ay_RHhI/AAAAAAAAAec/6cBkyYQ75HU/s640/tumblr_le6c0bh2j41qb86xno1_500.gif" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL Taylor and Joe when they were dating and Taylor's one of Jonas Brothers' guest star in New York concert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which reminds me............ HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOE JONAS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-1287971235960211462?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/1287971235960211462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/08/trying-on-gifs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/1287971235960211462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/1287971235960211462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/08/trying-on-gifs.html' title='Trying on GIFs...'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j6KHQ0KPIDo/Tkiylniz_4I/AAAAAAAAAeI/wKtCVjT1_dY/s72-c/tumblr_lpjgc5N1dA1qjtaeio1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-2794206799871731191</id><published>2011-08-14T13:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T13:04:31.120+07:00</updated><title type='text'>100th post!!!!</title><content type='html'>Yay, my 100th post of this blog! So glad I could finally make it :) As the 100th post I would like to celebrate this stuff with a survey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;My Personality&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m loud.&lt;br /&gt;I’m obnoxious.&lt;br /&gt;I’m sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;I’m cocky.&lt;br /&gt;I cry easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have a bad temper.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;For the most part, I don’t like people.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’m easy to get along with.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to fight.&lt;br /&gt;I have more enemies than friends.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve smoked.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve smoked weed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I drink coffee.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I clean my room daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;My Appearance&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m shorter than 5’5.&lt;br /&gt;I wear makeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I wear a piece of jewelry at all times.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wear contacts.&lt;br /&gt;I wear glasses.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had braces.&lt;br /&gt;I have braces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I change my hair color often.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I straighten my hair often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My ears are pierced.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have small feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Relationships&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m in a relationship now.&lt;br /&gt;I’m single. &lt;br /&gt;I’m crushin’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’ve missed an ex before.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m always scared of being hurt.&lt;br /&gt;An ex has physically abused me at least once.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve told someone I loved them when I didn’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’ve told someone I didn’t love them when I did.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’ve been in love more than two times.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I believe in love at first sight.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe lust is more important than love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friendships&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have a best friend.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have at least ten friends.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve gotten a phone call in the last 48 hours from a friend.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve beaten up a friend.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been in a serious fight with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I can trust at least five people with my life.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Experiences &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’ve been on a plane.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’ve been on a train.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’ve left the state/province.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Someone close to me has died.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’ve taken a taxi.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’ve taken a city bus.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve taken a school bus.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve gone bungee jumping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’ve made a speech.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’ve been in some sort of club.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve won an award.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve spent 24 hours on the computer straight.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been in a physical fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Family Life &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I get along with both of my parents.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My biological parents are still together. &lt;br /&gt;I have at least one brother.&lt;br /&gt;I have at least one sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have at least one step brother/sister.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have at least one half brother/sister.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been kicked out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve ran away from my home.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve sworn at my parents.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve made my parents cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’ve lied to my parents.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’ve lied to my parents about where I am.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’ve lied to my parents about what I’m doing.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’ve lied to my parents so I’d be allowed out.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve walked out when I’ve been grounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;School &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve thrown something at a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’ve yelled at a teacher.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been suspended.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had an in-school suspension.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been sent to the principal’s office.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve walked out of class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’ve skipped an entire day of school.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve skipped a whole month of one certain class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’ve failed a test.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’ve cheated on a test.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve helped someone else cheat on a test.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve failed Art.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve failed P.E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’ve failed Math.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’ve failed Science.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve failed another class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A teacher has called my parents.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been caught skipping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-2794206799871731191?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/2794206799871731191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/08/100th-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/2794206799871731191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/2794206799871731191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/08/100th-post.html' title='100th post!!!!'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-3713237584846744976</id><published>2011-08-13T20:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T20:57:43.052+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship Movie Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WXuzURS5Db4/TkZ94dTq8II/AAAAAAAAAeA/Gwet55u6FXk/s1600/Friendship-thai-movie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WXuzURS5Db4/TkZ94dTq8II/AAAAAAAAAeA/Gwet55u6FXk/s640/Friendship-thai-movie.jpg" width="456" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue baru nonton film ini tadi sore, selesai bantu-bantu di Graduates Gathering IAG camp. Emang udah penasaran banget sama film ini dari lama, soalnya kan ada Mario Maurer main disitu. Pernah coba nonton dari Youtube, tapi baru sampe &lt;i&gt;part&lt;/i&gt; 3 eh tiba-tiba &lt;i&gt;subtitle&lt;/i&gt; Inggris-nya mati. Lu kira gue bisa bahasa Thailand? Jadilah gue &lt;i&gt;desperate&lt;/i&gt; pengen nonton film ini tapi nggak ada DVD-nya. Eeeeeh ternyata diputer juga di Indonesia, walaupun film ini udah lumayan lama (tahun rilisnya tahun 2008).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pas mau nonton film ini, gue udah &lt;i&gt;expect &lt;/i&gt;bahwa 80% dari penontonnya adalah perempuan. Dugaan gue bener. Penonton film ini adalah 80% perempuan dan 90% adalah ABG. Contohnya adalah sekumpulan ABG cewek yang tadi duduk di sebelah gue. Mereka ributnya setengah mati, dikit-dikit tiap ada muka si Mario Maurer mereka selalu ngomong "Gila ganteng banget sih!" dan fangirling sendiri kayak orang gila. Pas di akhir cerita, mereka menatap satu sama lain terus bilang, "Lho, gimana ceritanya sih? Nggak ngerti gue... Ah yang penting Mario Maurer-nya ganteng!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZZZ banget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ceritanya? Standar. Tentang sekelompok geng SMA yang pengen bikin reuni kelas. Salah satu cowok di geng ini, Singha, tiba-tiba keinget sama &lt;i&gt;lost love&lt;/i&gt; dia waktu SMA, cewek pindahan yang namanya Mutina. Pas pertama ketemu Mutina, Singha selalu ngatain dia karena Mutina adalah cewek yang pendiam, walaupun punya beberapa teman. Lama-lama Singha&lt;i&gt; stalking&lt;/i&gt; Mutina dan ketahuanlah kalo ternyata keluarga dia lumayan punya &lt;i&gt;background story&lt;/i&gt; yang menyedihkan. Mereka jadi deket, tapi belom sampe taraf pacaran, karena Singha terlalu malu-malu untuk ngomong perasaannya ke Mutina. Sayangnya, si Mutina ini juga punya banyak rahasia yang nggak sempet dia kasih tau ke Singha. Apakah rahasia itu? Dan apakah Singha bisa ketemu Mutina lagi, setelah bertahun-tahun nggak ketemu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........kok ceritanya ngegantung, Jude? Yeeeee, itu sengaja gue bikin ngegantung biar lo semua nonton! Oke, gue akan memulai nge-&lt;i&gt;review&lt;/i&gt; film ini. Maafkan kalo sedikit ngaco dan agak aneh, namanya juga kritikus film amatiran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari sisi cerita, gue akui film ini masih diramu pake cerita yang 'Thailand banget', khususnya di &lt;i&gt;genre&lt;/i&gt; film drama Thailand. Udah banyak kali kan, film Thailand yang pake ramuan 'pacaran waktu kecil terus pas gede nyari pacarnya lagi', nah film ini adalah salah satu pengikut &lt;i&gt;genre&lt;/i&gt; itu. Standar lah. Tapiiiii, ada tapinya lho ya, gue suka banget film ini karena film ini nggak melulu ngomongin tentang kisah cinta monyet antara Singha dan Mutina. Tapi ada juga beberapa peristiwa penting yang lumayan bikin kita ngerti kenapa film ini dikasih judul&lt;i&gt; 'Friendship'&lt;/i&gt;. Yak, film ini bukan cuma nyorot tentang cinta monyet anak SMA, tapi juga nyorot tentang persahabatan abadi antara Singha dan temen-temen SMA-nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dari segi properti, gue akui ada beberapa bagian yang 'nyelip'. Jadi film ini kan &lt;i&gt;setting&lt;/i&gt;-nya di tahun 1983, pas &lt;i&gt;roller&amp;nbsp;disco&lt;/i&gt; lagi ngetop, pokoknya beberapa bagian masukin hal-hal yang lagi ngetren jaman itu. Tapi kok pemerannya pada pake t-shirt semua ya? Semacem &lt;i&gt;printed tee&lt;/i&gt; gitu, yang anak-anak jaman sekarang suka pake. Emang sih, ada beberapa &lt;i&gt;scene&lt;/i&gt; dimana pemerannya pake kostum yang 80-an banget, tapi sekitar 70% dari film ini tuh kostumnya selalu kaos &lt;i&gt;printed&lt;/i&gt;. Gue jadi bingung, gue nyasar di tahun berapa nih? Buat kostum cewek-ceweknya, menurut gue udah konsisten. Baju-bajunya Mutina bagus-bagus deh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segitu aja ah &lt;i&gt;review&lt;/i&gt;-nya, sebelom gue keburu tambah ngaco.&lt;i&gt; Rating&lt;/i&gt;? 3 dari 5 bintang. Cukup kan? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-3713237584846744976?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/3713237584846744976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/08/friendship-movie-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/3713237584846744976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/3713237584846744976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/08/friendship-movie-review.html' title='Friendship Movie Review'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WXuzURS5Db4/TkZ94dTq8II/AAAAAAAAAeA/Gwet55u6FXk/s72-c/Friendship-thai-movie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-3288410052771787355</id><published>2011-08-11T21:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T21:31:24.878+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have Stuck With Harry Until The VERY End.</title><content type='html'>Today I watched the final installment of Harry Potter movie franchise with Rey. We decided not to watch the movie on premiere week, because we already predicted that it would be too crowded, so we watched it on the second week after the premiere. Inside the theater, there were only about 10 people watching the movie with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I had watched Harry Potter 7 part 2 before (in an online movie-watching website), I couldn't get enough of it. It didn't matter how many people asked me to watch it again and again, I would say yes. Rey had watched this movie before, with her friends, but she said she would automatically said yes if I asked her to accompany me watch it in cinemas. And, as you can see... the movie was definitely worth watching more than once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love EVERYTHING in the movie. The suspense, the thrill, the romantic scenes between Ron and Hermione (I've waited for fucking 10 years for that kissing scene to happen!), and the epic battle between Harry and Voldemort is definitely memorable to me. Although there were some scenes I hope to be shoot longer, for example... Fred's death. In the book, it was a very sad and dramatized moment, but in the movie it was just this small portion of scene. Oh, and I couldn't help to cry during the Snape's pensieve moment. I couldn't believe that the Snape we always loathe for 6 years turned out to be the bravest man alive, even braver than Dumbledore, in my honest opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the final shot, here is a small picture I'd like you to keep in mind and in heart:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A0vQ0tvvQKI/TkPncfq1syI/AAAAAAAAAd8/knUAzg9yw2Y/s1600/tumblr_lphr9tuz6N1qa7cvro1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="386" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A0vQ0tvvQKI/TkPncfq1syI/AAAAAAAAAd8/knUAzg9yw2Y/s640/tumblr_lphr9tuz6N1qa7cvro1_500.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud to say that I have stuck with Harry until the very end. This story will be an everlasting story I will tell to my children, to my grandchildren, and so on. That on my age, a very magical phenomenon existed. Something called Harry Potter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-3288410052771787355?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/3288410052771787355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-have-stuck-with-harry-until-very-end.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/3288410052771787355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/3288410052771787355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-have-stuck-with-harry-until-very-end.html' title='I Have Stuck With Harry Until The VERY End.'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A0vQ0tvvQKI/TkPncfq1syI/AAAAAAAAAd8/knUAzg9yw2Y/s72-c/tumblr_lphr9tuz6N1qa7cvro1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-5429689591647478152</id><published>2011-08-08T20:49:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T20:49:51.406+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ngegembel di Jogja + Surabaya (PART TWO)</title><content type='html'>Kemaren kan udah gue janjiin bakal ada postingan bagian kedua dari acara jalan-jalan ke Jogja + Surabaya minggu lalu... Ini dia beberapa foto jepretan yang gue colong dari Facebooknya si Indra. Oh iya, di postingan kali ini, gambar-gambarnya udah lebih keren karena udah gue olah pake situs edit foto terkeren yang pernah ada (SUPER LEBAY) yaitu &lt;a href="http://pixlr.com/"&gt;Pixlr.com&lt;/a&gt;! Coba deh menu Pixlr-o-matic punya dia, dijamin anda langsung punya foto-foto efek jadul tanpa harus ikut kursus Photoshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ3kzMTMaCY/Tj_jPOaO7jI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/ur8yQ4ZZcp8/s1600/jogja+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ3kzMTMaCY/Tj_jPOaO7jI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/ur8yQ4ZZcp8/s640/jogja+2.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Diambil di salah satu gua di Taman Sari. Mirip 'Chamber of Secrets'-nya Harry Potter lho dalemnya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QqHHbeEiQr4/Tj_jRq1BFqI/AAAAAAAAAdU/lpkN3r7anT8/s1600/jogja+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QqHHbeEiQr4/Tj_jRq1BFqI/AAAAAAAAAdU/lpkN3r7anT8/s640/jogja+1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Di depan Kraton Ngayogyakarta Hadiningrat...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W8d3D4jJx7Y/Tj_nQ4Zp-5I/AAAAAAAAAdY/Mviy65iOtCw/s1600/gereja.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W8d3D4jJx7Y/Tj_nQ4Zp-5I/AAAAAAAAAdY/Mviy65iOtCw/s640/gereja.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Salah satu gereja Katolik terbagus dan tertua yang gue temuin. Ada di Surabaya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5GcAnoVjmHU/Tj_nVfbY6HI/AAAAAAAAAdc/izVUdIvHRSE/s1600/jogja+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5GcAnoVjmHU/Tj_nVfbY6HI/AAAAAAAAAdc/izVUdIvHRSE/s640/jogja+3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Geng jalan-jalan. Dari kiri: Indra, Melanie, gue, Rey, Putri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W2oJWhMR02o/Tj_nZItlS8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/5RgXp46uhYQ/s1600/jogja+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W2oJWhMR02o/Tj_nZItlS8I/AAAAAAAAAdg/5RgXp46uhYQ/s640/jogja+4.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Geng jalan-jalan merambah sampe Prambanan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bthtf-XIHUs/Tj_ncbD9HOI/AAAAAAAAAdk/WWEEVswoTjM/s1600/jogja+5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bthtf-XIHUs/Tj_ncbD9HOI/AAAAAAAAAdk/WWEEVswoTjM/s640/jogja+5.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SJ8blD4QUfw/Tj_neeuENBI/AAAAAAAAAdo/eQJKCZqpzv4/s1600/sby+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SJ8blD4QUfw/Tj_neeuENBI/AAAAAAAAAdo/eQJKCZqpzv4/s640/sby+1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ini di House of Sampoerna, udah di Surabaya. Museum rokok gitu. Bau tembakau deh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c-idLmXpO4g/Tj_ngm1V79I/AAAAAAAAAds/_HzNDaKkDZs/s1600/sby+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c-idLmXpO4g/Tj_ngm1V79I/AAAAAAAAAds/_HzNDaKkDZs/s640/sby+2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bang Indra pengen beli kacang di warungnya Mpok Rey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4SWI7haho-s/Tj_njMKfCkI/AAAAAAAAAdw/lN2oVuP0igY/s1600/sby+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4SWI7haho-s/Tj_njMKfCkI/AAAAAAAAAdw/lN2oVuP0igY/s640/sby+3.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Foto gue di Sampoerna yang mengingatkan sama calon skripsi etnis Tionghoa. *nangis sedih*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hOgeYzKU0ss/Tj_nrvNWOkI/AAAAAAAAAd0/KPyIiuZ7kw4/s1600/taman+sari.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hOgeYzKU0ss/Tj_nrvNWOkI/AAAAAAAAAd0/KPyIiuZ7kw4/s640/taman+sari.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Taman Sari. Bagusnyaaaaa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JVHJRNV31Zo/Tj_n3fm65II/AAAAAAAAAd4/zFS0Pgyde-4/s1600/three+musketeers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JVHJRNV31Zo/Tj_n3fm65II/AAAAAAAAAd4/zFS0Pgyde-4/s640/three+musketeers.jpg" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Three Gembels: diambil di Balai Kota Surabaya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-5429689591647478152?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/5429689591647478152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/08/ngegembel-di-jogja-surabaya-part-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/5429689591647478152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/5429689591647478152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/08/ngegembel-di-jogja-surabaya-part-two.html' title='Ngegembel di Jogja + Surabaya (PART TWO)'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bJ3kzMTMaCY/Tj_jPOaO7jI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/ur8yQ4ZZcp8/s72-c/jogja+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-1203272029132978328</id><published>2011-08-07T19:58:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T20:02:21.727+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ngegembel di Jogja + Surabaya (PART ONE)</title><content type='html'>Yahuuuuu! Akhirnya gue kembali ke dunia perbloggingan setelah ninggalin komputer seminggu untuk jalan-jalan gembel (baca:&lt;i&gt; backpacking&lt;/i&gt;) sama Rey dan Indra! Beginilah cerita kegembelan kami di dua provinsi berbeda selama seminggu penuh kemaren...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sepertinya &lt;i&gt;backpacking&lt;/i&gt; pertama gue ini cukup &lt;i&gt;memorable&lt;/i&gt; dan cukup&lt;i&gt; absurd&lt;/i&gt;, karena ada beberapa kejadian aneh tapi nyata yang terjadi selama seminggu kemarin, yaitu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1) Di dalem ransel gue ada gunting gede. YA, GUNTING. Dan gunting sialan itu sempet jadi masalah kecil pas mau &lt;i&gt;boarding&lt;/i&gt; pesawat ke Jogjakarta. Dalam hati gue mengumpat ke om gue yang ranselnya gue pinjem itu.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2) Di hostel Jogja yang kita tinggalin, kamar mandinya jadi rumah bagi ulat-ulat &lt;s&gt;lucu&lt;/s&gt; dan menggelikan! Zonk abis deh.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3) Gue sebagai orang Jakarta yang nggak percaya bisa makan kenyang maksimal seharga 20 ribu, kaget sama harga makanan di Jogja yang luar biasa murah. Iman gue pun tergoyahkan.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4) Si Rey ketemu ehem-ehem di Surabaya, diajak nonton Transformers pula rame-rame. Hahaha. Sebenernya sih gue sama Indra sengaja mau ngebuntutin, serem men kalo si Rey diapa-apain &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang bikin seru lagi, selama di Jogja dan Surabaya gue ketemu banyak temen baru. Di Jogja, gue dan dua teman gila gue ditemenin sama temennya Rey, namanya Melanie dan Putri. Mereka ini temen SMP-nya Rey. Melanie sekarang kuliah di Atmajaya (di Jogja), si Putri kuliah di Jakarta, tapi dia kampungnya di Magelang. Deket-deket Jogja lah ya. Terus ada juga Bobby, temen kampusnya si Indra yang dijuluki 'anak ilang' sama dia. Gimana nggak, si Bobby ini SD-SMP di Jogja, SMA merantau di Semarang, terus kuliahnya nyasar ke Bandung. Enaknya, pas hari kedua si Bobby nganterin kita pulang karena dia bawa mobil. Terus pas tadi mau pulang, kita pada belanja bakpia di toko nyokapnya. Kalo di Surabaya, kita ditemenin sama Kwang, temen main O2Jam-nya Indra. Anaknya kocak banget dengan medoknya dan suaranya yang lumayan lebay. Lagi-lagi dia berbaik hati mau nemenin kita makan-makan di hari pertama dan kedua pas di Surabaya... anaknya juga gampang membaur kok, belom sehari kenalan aja gue udah bisa ngobrol-ngobrol dan becanda-becanda sama dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oke, saatnya foto-foto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catatan: beberapa foto adalah foto makanan, hati-hati kalo dibuka pas lagi puasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n2AgjCITBD4/Tj6HK545VUI/AAAAAAAAAb8/5Uao-wl6nbY/s1600/IMG-20110801-00342.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n2AgjCITBD4/Tj6HK545VUI/AAAAAAAAAb8/5Uao-wl6nbY/s640/IMG-20110801-00342.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tamansari. Bagus kaaaan... Gue langsung ngebayangin tempat mandi putri raja lho pas kesini.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UEQaaUrhGHg/Tj6HbvvQcVI/AAAAAAAAAcI/KMOvQzGXD9s/s1600/IMG-20110801-00345.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UEQaaUrhGHg/Tj6HbvvQcVI/AAAAAAAAAcI/KMOvQzGXD9s/s640/IMG-20110801-00345.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mie goreng sosis di House of Raminten. House of Raminten itu restoran super murah dengan dekorasi super bagus! Harga makanan mulai dari SERIBU RUPIAH sampe DUABELAS RIBU. Harga minuman mulai dari TIGA RIBU RUPIAH saja. Murah banget kan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ee3v8YQhAbs/Tj6Hfuvwz6I/AAAAAAAAAcM/IyjgKZ_huiw/s1600/IMG-20110802-00346.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ee3v8YQhAbs/Tj6Hfuvwz6I/AAAAAAAAAcM/IyjgKZ_huiw/s640/IMG-20110802-00346.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ngegaul di Kalimilk, tempat minum susu. Susu gue adalah susu jagung. Enak lho. Oh iya, pelanggan Kalimilk disebut "NENENERS". *peluk dada*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8AOXO2yPxxs/Tj6HtGvisWI/AAAAAAAAAcU/ylxx8tlFQzc/s1600/IMG-20110805-00349.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8AOXO2yPxxs/Tj6HtGvisWI/AAAAAAAAAcU/ylxx8tlFQzc/s640/IMG-20110805-00349.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Diorama kapal Laksamana Cheng Ho di Masjid Cheng Ho, Surabaya. Masjidnya kecil tapi bertema Tionghoa gitu. Jadi inget calon skripsi deh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kzS31Z5qYc4/Tj6H6TN9ssI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Wg4xGwOK2tU/s1600/IMG-20110805-00351.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kzS31Z5qYc4/Tj6H6TN9ssI/AAAAAAAAAcc/Wg4xGwOK2tU/s640/IMG-20110805-00351.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lontong balap khas Surabaya! Ada yang jual beginian nggak sih di Jakarta? Super duper enak dan seger lho, apalagi 'lentu'-nya (semacem kacang tanah yang digabung terus digoreng)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-uLyiWs6iE/Tj6IAE5UwPI/AAAAAAAAAcg/RysI8schz5s/s1600/IMG-20110805-00352.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-uLyiWs6iE/Tj6IAE5UwPI/AAAAAAAAAcg/RysI8schz5s/s640/IMG-20110805-00352.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Macadonia ice cream di kedai Zangrandi. Salah satu kedai es krim tertua di Surabaya. Es krim yang ini mengandung banyak rum, minum segelas aja gue nggak kuat saking manisnya. Untung belom mabok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZPIlt2FkQuI/Tj6IGpLqnwI/AAAAAAAAAck/M5IRYocFl0M/s1600/IMG-20110805-00353.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZPIlt2FkQuI/Tj6IGpLqnwI/AAAAAAAAAck/M5IRYocFl0M/s640/IMG-20110805-00353.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Makan di iPot, G-Walk Ciputra! Ini super enak lho. Nasi pake ayam dan telor di mangkok tanah liat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_spORtoXHE4/Tj6INWCj-hI/AAAAAAAAAco/5gO-bTQZTKQ/s1600/IMG-20110805-00355.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_spORtoXHE4/Tj6INWCj-hI/AAAAAAAAAco/5gO-bTQZTKQ/s640/IMG-20110805-00355.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mie yang menurut Kwang (dan gue) adalah mie terenak di seluruh Surabaya. Mau cari? Namanya Mie GNI, gue nemu mie seenak ini di G-Walk. Seporsi cuma tujuh ribu rupiah saja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDhIRG0KwDQ/Tj6IR7jnhzI/AAAAAAAAAcs/71qTyVu_skw/s1600/IMG-20110805-00356.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDhIRG0KwDQ/Tj6IR7jnhzI/AAAAAAAAAcs/71qTyVu_skw/s640/IMG-20110805-00356.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Makanan penutup rangkaian wisata kuliner di G-Walk yaitu es buah puding. Ada pudingnya segala lho. Buahnya tuh ada semangka, melon dan blewah. Harganya cukup tujuh ribuan. Seger banget lho kalo dimakan siang-siang...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NBy5pfC6O3s/Tj6IUVr3y6I/AAAAAAAAAcw/_-Zb2sH8a1Q/s1600/IMG-20110806-00358.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NBy5pfC6O3s/Tj6IUVr3y6I/AAAAAAAAAcw/_-Zb2sH8a1Q/s640/IMG-20110806-00358.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Quote&lt;/i&gt; nyelekit yang gue foto di Museum Kesehatan, Jalan Indrapura. Lha, kok ada museum kesehatan? Hahahaha, ada dong! Isinya lumayan informatif tapi agak nyeremin sih. Masa ada 'celana anti perkosaan' dipamerin disana? Terus ada benda-benda berbau klenik dan paranormal dipajang disana. *krik*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6Xx0N_bYfE/Tj6IayfpwSI/AAAAAAAAAc0/txNNG-SdWMM/s1600/IMG-20110806-00359.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6Xx0N_bYfE/Tj6IayfpwSI/AAAAAAAAAc0/txNNG-SdWMM/s640/IMG-20110806-00359.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bebek goreng penyet. SUPER UENAK TENAN. Gue nemu beginian di pujasera (pusat jajanan serba ada) daerah Indrapura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Segitu dulu foto-foto dari acara jalan-jalan gembel gue, habis ini pasti bakal ada foto-foto gue, Rey, Indra, Putri dan Melanie selama jalan-jalan! (Tunggu Indra nge-&lt;i&gt;tag&lt;/i&gt; gue di Facebook dulu, dab*)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*dab: bahasa Jawa untuk 'sobat' atau 'bro'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-1203272029132978328?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/1203272029132978328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/08/ngegembel-di-jogja-surabaya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/1203272029132978328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/1203272029132978328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/08/ngegembel-di-jogja-surabaya.html' title='Ngegembel di Jogja + Surabaya (PART ONE)'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n2AgjCITBD4/Tj6HK545VUI/AAAAAAAAAb8/5Uao-wl6nbY/s72-c/IMG-20110801-00342.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-3153498889236028850</id><published>2011-07-30T20:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T20:26:05.292+07:00</updated><title type='text'>SCP week one!</title><content type='html'>Gue kemaren udah janji kan bakal nulis pengalaman gue tentang jadi &lt;i&gt;coach&lt;/i&gt; di SCP program, &lt;i&gt;follow-up program&lt;/i&gt;-nya I Am Gifted! camp si Adam Khoo? Oke, gue tepati janji gue, nih!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue harusnya ngajar sesi kedua (jam 10.30 - 12.30), tapi harus dateng dari jam 8 pagi karena gue harus jadi &lt;i&gt;observer&lt;/i&gt; di kelas &lt;i&gt;Coach&lt;/i&gt; Adis. &lt;i&gt;Observer&lt;/i&gt; itu apa? Setiap &lt;i&gt;coach&lt;/i&gt; SCP baru harus jadi &lt;i&gt;observer&lt;/i&gt;, maksudnya harus dateng ke satu kelas tertentu untuk ngeliat cara &lt;i&gt;coach&lt;/i&gt; lain ngajar, biar bisa ngambil sedikit ilmu ngajar gitu loh. Pas jadi &lt;i&gt;observer,&lt;/i&gt; gue duduk di sebelah Ms. R, orang dari kantor pusat AKLTG Singapura yang terkenal&lt;i&gt; killer&lt;/i&gt; dan rada nyebelin. Dia biasanya dateng di pertemuan pertama dan kelima, untuk lihat situasi kelas. Dia cuma duduk ngeliatin coach Adis sambil ketak-ketik komputer, terus sekitar sejam kemudian dia keluar kelas. Mengetahui bahwa si Ms. R kerjaan di kelas cuma ketak-ketik di laptop, gue agak lega, &lt;i&gt;at least&lt;/i&gt; gue dapet bayangan pekerjaan apa yang akan dia lakukan kalo dia dateng ke kelas gue nanti siang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dua jam di kelas Adis berasa kayak setengah jam aja. Tiba-tiba murid-murid udah pada keluar kelas, &lt;i&gt;which means I have to prepare for my OWN class&lt;/i&gt;. Deg-degannya sih nggak kira-kira loh. Kayak nunggu vonis hukuman mati aja rasanya. Berulang kali gue bolak-balik keluar masuk kelas, ngeliat situasi ruang registrasi, masuk kelas lagi, nyiapin materi, masang &lt;i&gt;speaker&lt;/i&gt;, muter lagu, gitu-gitu terus sampe jam setengah 11. Di jam itu, baru ada beberapa anak, jadi gue harus langsung mulai, nggak peduli berapapun anak yang baru masuk di kelas gue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pertama kali........................ gue ngerasa krik krik krik bunyi jangkrik. Baru ada sekitar 5 anak yang masuk. Tapi gue memutuskan untuk membuang rasa malu gue jauh-jauh dan jadi &lt;i&gt;coach&lt;/i&gt; paling nggak tau malu di kelas. Bahkan setelah Ms. R masuk kelas gue, lagi-lagi membawa laptopnya dan mulai ketak-ketik di meja paling belakang. Entah kenapa pas abis gue ngomong kalimat-kalimat pertama gue, dan anak-anak kecil lucu itu mulai ngerespon, ketawa, tunjuk tangan... fisik si Ms. R seolah hilang dari pandangan mata gue. &lt;i&gt;Which is a very good thing&lt;/i&gt;, karena akhirnya gue bisa menunjukkan pada diri sendiri bahwa gue bisa konsentrasi! Sekali-kali gue ngeliat Ms. R, dan kalo gue ngeliat dia, dia selalu lagi ketak-ketik di laptop, nggak lagi ngeliatin gue atau bikin ekspresi wajah yang bisa bikin gue ZONK dalam waktu sepersekian detik. Tapi ada satu peristiwa dimana gue ngeliat dia dan kebetulan ekspresinya saat itu bikin gue "HAH?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi begini ceritanya. Di kelas, gue ngomongin tentang hukuman-hukuman apa yang bakal anak-anak jalanin kalo mereka nggak ngelakuin peraturan yang mereka udah buat sendiri. Poin nomer satu, sebagai contoh, gue ngasih hukuman versi gue. Gue bilang, "Gimana kalo ada yang telat, maju kedepan terus nyanyi reff lagu yang kalian suka?" Udah gitu anak-anak pada ketawa semua sambil nolak-nolak lebay gitu. Gue ikutan ketawa juga dong. Terus pas lagi ketawa itu gue ngeliat &lt;i&gt;split second&lt;/i&gt; ke si Ms. R, dan dia lagi ketawa juga. Terus madep laptop lagi. &lt;i&gt;And I was like, "What the hell? Did you actually LAUGH?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukannya apa-apa lho. Si Ms. R itu terkenal sangat &lt;i&gt;strict&lt;/i&gt; dan kayaknya bikin dia ketawa itu susye banget. Tapi tadi siang, gue dengan lelucon gue yang rada garing, berhasil bikin dia ketawa. Waktu gue cerita sama Igor aja pas selesai ngajar dia kaget gitu dan bilang, "Oh ya? Gila lo! &lt;i&gt;That's a good sign&lt;/i&gt;!" Gue masih nggak nyangka bisa bikin seorang cewek galak jadi ketawa begitu, walaupun cuma sepersekian detik..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oke, kembali ke &lt;i&gt;coaching&lt;/i&gt;. Di kelas gue, ada dua anak yang gue seneeeeng banget buat godain. Bukannya gue menganakemaskan anak-anak ini ya, tapi mereka tuh yang paling menonjol dari semuanya. Namanya Brian sama Jason. Brian adalah anak cowok gendut, sipit, putih, &lt;i&gt;chubby&lt;/i&gt;, pipinya merah, dan kalo ketawa tuh lucuuu banget. Jason adalah cowok kurus, kulit putih, rambutnya kayak lidi. Walaupun mereka baru ketemu, tapi tadi udah duduk sebangku, terus ketawa-ketawa bareng. Lucu banget deh, ibarat ngeliat Suneo sama Giant. Ada juga cewek ABG &lt;i&gt;ignorant&lt;/i&gt; yang namanya Irene. Pertamanya gue agak serem ngadepin ini anak, soalnya dia tuh tipe-tipe ABG kelas 2 SMP yang sok cuek gitu lho, pas gue tanya dia suka denger musik apa dia jawab "Aku ga suka denger musik, &lt;i&gt;coach&lt;/i&gt;". Tapi lama-lama si Irene ini bisa ketawa-ketawa sama temen-temen lainnya dan lumayan aktif ngejawab pertanyaan gue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pas gue ngeliat jam, udah 2 jam aja loh gue nyerocos depan anak-anak lucu dan berisik ini. Akhirnya ya udah gue nutup sesi siang itu, sambil ngingetin PR mereka buat dibawa minggu depan. Tiba-tiba ada anak yang namanya Edbert nanya, "Lho? Udah selesai ya&lt;i&gt; coach&lt;/i&gt;? Kok kayaknya sebentar banget ya?" Terus beberapa anak kayak baru sadar gitu kelas selesai dan mereka ikut nge-iyain kata-kata si Edbert. Gue ngelawak aja gue bilang, "Beneran mau nih kelas ditambahin sejam lagiiiii???" Terus mereka ketawa-ketawa dan langsung balik. Aduh, lucu-lucu banget deh. Seneng aja gitu rasanya buat mereka waktu kayaknya cepet banget, semoga itu karena gaya ngajar gue yang (semoga) menyenangkan buat mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itu deh pengalaman ngajar pertama gue. Intinya...... menyenangkan sekali! Semoga nggak ada halangan berarti selama 10 minggu gue ngabisin &lt;i&gt;weekend&lt;/i&gt; gue bareng anak-anak lucu ini. Sayangnya minggu depan gue nggak bisa ngajar dulu karena hari Senin besok gue bakal pergi &lt;i&gt;backpacking&lt;/i&gt; sama Rey dan Indra! &lt;i&gt;See you on the next post!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-3153498889236028850?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/3153498889236028850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/07/scp-week-one.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/3153498889236028850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/3153498889236028850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/07/scp-week-one.html' title='SCP week one!'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-8605856512344164892</id><published>2011-07-27T19:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T19:26:37.932+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Letter of Disappointment.</title><content type='html'>Dear you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you acknowledge that you're the one whom I writing this letter to. By the time I'm writing this letter, I'm in a state of deep disappointment to you. I hope you understand this, because after all, I'm your friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I met you for the first time, I felt extremely motivated. You're the youngest person I'd ever knew who could be so... so active. I mean, you're just starting your freshman year at high school, yet you already traveled around the world because you're one of a potential young activist. Trust me, I wasn't like you when I was in high school. Back in high school, I was still this fragile kid who did stuffs people told me to. You gave me a new light, making me believe that even teenagers nowadays could be more active and even more initiative than me. Therefore, I was proud to say to myself that you're my role model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had this enormous ideas in your head. I didn't really understand why you could be that creative, that initiative, that brave........... that independent. Suddenly all I saw from you were good, impressive traits, also the fact that you have this one step ahead mature thought than me, made me feel that you're my new inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My impression of you became bigger and better when you asked me to join one of your projects, said would be the biggest youth pledge in this country. I automatically said yes, because I thought, "Hey, I could work with one of the youngest activist in this country. This is a chance of a lifetime!" So I gladly joined your team and met many passionate and talented kids, most were younger than me. But I didn't feel self-conscious, I thought that this chance could give me the opportunity to expand and to push myself. I got appointed as a staff in Public Relations division, making me have to face communities and clubs we had to invite to the festival. Being surrounded by inspirational and passionate people made me feel more inspired and more passionate to do my jobs too. And, as always, you were the 'big boss' and the 'big momma', since you were the Project Leader, so we liked to share our problems (either personal or professional problems) to you, and you always gave us directions in a motherly and leader way. Making we felt important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I think that's all gone. You're not the person whom I thought you were. Come on, mate, where's the fucking passion? Where's the positive thinking trait you always teach me, always teach us? You disappeared for a month, making excuses you were sick, and then you came back, but you became different. Very different. Suddenly you became this pathetic, negative thinking bitch I never knew. You weren't this way, you know. I know you know that. Suddenly your passion and your positiveness for this youth pledge thingy became very blurry, and soon gone. Leaving us with no leader at all, no examples to look up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask me, "Are you mad?" Hell yeah I'm mad. I'm very mad because I didn't expect that you would surrender to this circumstances. I didn't expect &amp;nbsp;you would turn down this project because people push you to. I didn't even believe that the word 'following other's rules' is in your fucking life dictionary. Okay, if you really want to resign from this project, at least you can tell us openly. We're your family, for Christ's sake. You even emphasized that shit, the 'we are family' thingy, on every of our meetings. I didn't really expect you would backfire and backstab your own sentence. At least you could write a mass e-mail. At least you could tell us, including ME, where the hell you've been for the last one month. Sounds like a simple thing to do for a professional like you, right? I guess a professional would resign politely, not leaving their people just like that. We're not robots who just do what we're assigned to do. We have the right to know the real reason why you turn to someone new and even resign from this project, the one whom you told us was your 'passion'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That makes me wonder, do people really get over from their passion that easily?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all what I want to write. If you happen to stumble on this blog and see this post, I do hope you realize that you're the one whom I address this letter to. I know, I don't write names. But I think if you read my words carefully, deep down inside you know that you're the subject on this so-called disappointment letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you realize that out there, a lot of people are less fortunate than you. You should be thankful that you've given so much talent and passion, you know. I guess you're just another people that I know, who waste their passion and talent just like throwing garbage to the garbage bin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-8605856512344164892?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/8605856512344164892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/07/letter-of-disappointment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/8605856512344164892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/8605856512344164892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/07/letter-of-disappointment.html' title='A Letter of Disappointment.'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-224011067515278168</id><published>2011-07-25T18:55:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T19:25:08.770+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apakah Harus Tajir Untuk Jadi Modis?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_619u2UDXeQ/Ti1fojWy-rI/AAAAAAAAAbw/PszvLqifs44/s1600/fashion.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_619u2UDXeQ/Ti1fojWy-rI/AAAAAAAAAbw/PszvLqifs44/s400/fashion.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633263859200621234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Barusan gue abis ngobrol sama temen gue si &lt;a href="http://babyskiffie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mariska&lt;/a&gt;, ngobrolin tentang &lt;i&gt;fashion blogs&lt;/i&gt; gitu, dan beberapa pemilik dari&lt;i&gt; fashion blogs&lt;/i&gt; yang udah ngetop banget sampe ke luar negeri. Kebetulan gue dan dia kenal beberapa&lt;i&gt; fashion blogger&lt;/i&gt; yang kayaknya namanya udah ngetop banget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kadang-kadang gue suka iri deh sama orang-orang yang punya seni&lt;i&gt; fashion&lt;/i&gt; yang tinggi. Mereka bikin &lt;i&gt;blog&lt;/i&gt;, pamer hari ini pake baju apa, terus kalo hoki bisa ngetop deh, dan bisa dapet barang-barang gratis dari toko-toko baju, sepatu atau aksesoris. Sayangnya gue cuma tipe orang yang cukup nyaman dengan pake celana &lt;i&gt;jeans&lt;/i&gt;, kaos dan sepatu &lt;i&gt;sneakers&lt;/i&gt;... paduan yang sangat biasa untuk dimasukkin ke sebuah&lt;i&gt; fashion blog&lt;/i&gt;. Tapi walaupun gue buta &lt;i&gt;fashion&lt;/i&gt;, gue seneng banget liat-liat &lt;i&gt;fashion blog&lt;/i&gt;, sekedar untuk lihat baju-baju yang lagi ngepop, syukur-syukur gue suka dan gue cari model yang mirip di toko yang harganya cukup dengan kantong gue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Di mata gue seorang blogger yang bodoh ini, gue mengkategorikan para&lt;i&gt; fashion blogger&lt;/i&gt; menjadi 2 kategori besar:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ka-ching! Fashion Blogger&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;: &lt;i&gt;Fashion blogger&lt;/i&gt; yang baju-bajunya bagus-bagus dan mahal-mahal, bahkan sampe menginjak angka juta-jutaan hanya untuk sebuah celana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Affordable Fashion Blogger&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;: &lt;i&gt;Fashion blogger&lt;/i&gt; yang bajunya lucu-lucu, kelihatan mahal, tapi begitu dicek harganya ternyata cukup &lt;i&gt;affordable&lt;/i&gt; untuk kaum menengah yang mau mencoba lebih modis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oke, gue bakal ngomongin dua kategori besar yang barusan gue tulis itu. Yang pertama adalah bloggers yang termasuk dalam kategori &lt;i&gt;'Ka-ching! Fashion Blogger'&lt;/i&gt;. Buat yang nggak tau,&lt;i&gt; 'ka-ching'&lt;/i&gt; adalah bahasa keren dari 'duit'. Seterusnya, kategori ini akan gue singkat jadi KFB. Rata-rata &lt;i&gt;fashion bloggers&lt;/i&gt; yang gue temuin di Internet adalah orang-orang dari kategori KFB ini. Mereka masukin foto mereka, yang udah di &lt;i&gt;touch-up&lt;/i&gt; sedemikian rupa (atau memang fotografernya mejik banget...) terus di bawah foto itu ada tulisan baju-bajunya dapet dari toko mana aja. Hampir 60% lebih KFB hasil pandangan mata gue memasukkan merek-merek mahal, yah, nggak usah gue sebut kali ya merek-mereknya. Suatu hari gue memutuskan untuk main ke &lt;i&gt;fashion blog&lt;/i&gt; seorang &lt;i&gt;fashion blogger&lt;/i&gt;, dan gue naksir sama baju dan kalung yang dia pake di tulisan terbaru hari itu. Pas gue ngeliat &lt;i&gt;credit&lt;/i&gt; toko baju dan aksesorisnya, alamak............................................... sepotong baju dan sebuah kalung yang dihargai berjuta-juta rupiah langsung menghantui pikiran gue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gue sebagai orang yang skeptis (dan cuek) langsung berpikir, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Apakah harus ngeluarin duit sebanyak itu untuk jadi semodis dan secantik mereka?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Terus beberapa hari kemudian gue jalan-jalan di &lt;i&gt;mall&lt;/i&gt;, dan gue ngeliat beberapa baju di &lt;i&gt;fashion blogs&lt;/i&gt; itu yang ternyata modelnya hampir sama di sebuah toko yang &lt;i&gt;range&lt;/i&gt; baju paling mahalnya adalah sekitar 700 ribuan. Di toko sebelah, gue ngeliat kalung yang modelnya hampir sama kayak kalung di gambar yang gue lihat tempo hari, dengan harga yang nggak kalah miringnya dengan harga si baju.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sialan. Gue ditipu. Ternyata untuk jadi modis dan cantik nggak harus ngeluarin banyak duit. Terus gue langsung teringat sama &lt;i&gt;fashion blog&lt;/i&gt; KFB yang gue lihat kemaren itu. Terus untuk apa dong dia ngeluarin duit banyak kalo sebenernya mau jadi modis tuh nggak usah mahal-mahal amat? Gengsi? Prestise? Tekanan &lt;i&gt;social circle&lt;/i&gt; lo?&lt;i&gt; Call me a freak,&lt;/i&gt; tapi gue dari dulu nggak pernah peduli sama merek baju atau sepatu gue. Selama itu cocok dan enak gue pake, kenapa nggak. Untuk apa gue &lt;i&gt;stuck&lt;/i&gt; di satu merek mahal cuma untuk dapat respek lebih besar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;On the other hand,&lt;/i&gt; beberapa bulan kemudian, gue mampir ke sebuah &lt;i&gt;fashion blog&lt;/i&gt; yang kayaknya sederhana banget. Pas gue lihat foto-foto di blog itu, gue langsung suka. Emang sih bajunya kelihatan biasa aja, tapi si pemilik tuh kelihatan nyaman banget. Dan pas gue lihat &lt;i&gt;credit&lt;/i&gt; toko bajunya, wow... ternyata itu adalah toko baju yang juga ada di &lt;i&gt;mall&lt;/i&gt; deket rumah gue! Yaaaa, kali ini kayaknya harga maksimal di toko itu adalah 700 ribu rupiah. Sepatunya juga. &lt;i&gt;Credit&lt;/i&gt; toko itu nyebutin satu merek sepatu yang juga buka cabang di mall deket rumah gue, yang harga maksimalnya adalah 400 ribu untuk sepasang sepatu hak tinggi. Gue tambah suka lagi waktu dia pamerin baju-baju hasil beli dari &lt;i&gt;online shop&lt;/i&gt; Facebook (yang seperti kita tahu, harganya lumayan&lt;i&gt; affordable&lt;/i&gt;) dan ternyata baju-baju itu bagus-bagus dan lucu-lucu. Ini adalah jenis fashion blogger AFB (&lt;i&gt;Affordable Fashion Blogger&lt;/i&gt;). Lebih menekan bujet, tapi hasilnya nggak kalah keren daripada baju-baju punya KFB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Menurut gue, inilah saatnya dimana orang-orang (terutama orang muda Indonesia) mulai membuka mata. Mau jadi cantik dan modis itu nggak harus mengorbankan uang banyak. Kalo lo mampu untuk beli-beli barang yang harga minimalnya adalah enam angka nol di belakang nominalnya sih terserah aja. Tapi jangan sampe lo beli barang-barang itu cuma buat meningkatkan gengsi doang, biar orang-orang tau kalo lo itu punya banyak duit jadi bisa beli barang-barang bagus. &lt;i&gt;Being creative doesn't hurt&lt;/i&gt;, kok. Jangan sampe semangat konsumerisme jadi mendarah daging di diri lo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S.: Tulisan ini tidak dibuat untuk merendahkan fashion bloggers manapun. &lt;i&gt;Really guys, I do admire your fashion sense, I'm just trying to be critical a wee bit&lt;/i&gt; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-224011067515278168?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/224011067515278168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/07/apakah-harus-tajir-untuk-jadi-modis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/224011067515278168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/224011067515278168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/07/apakah-harus-tajir-untuk-jadi-modis.html' title='Apakah Harus Tajir Untuk Jadi Modis?'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_619u2UDXeQ/Ti1fojWy-rI/AAAAAAAAAbw/PszvLqifs44/s72-c/fashion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-7780810129131355843</id><published>2011-07-24T20:36:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T21:15:42.421+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Date a guy who plays guitar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWPs00OlsVM/TiwoxCwdmsI/AAAAAAAAAbo/r8keOFu04Q8/s1600/guitar.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWPs00OlsVM/TiwoxCwdmsI/AAAAAAAAAbo/r8keOFu04Q8/s400/guitar.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632922056952486594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernah baca tulisan berjudul&lt;i&gt; 'Date a Girl who Reads'&lt;/i&gt;? Gue pernah baca tulisan itu di blog &lt;a href="http://keziagabriellaagusta.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gaby&lt;/a&gt;, dan gue setuju banget sama beberapa kalimat di tulisan itu, terutama di paragraf terakhir:&lt;i&gt; "Date a girl who writes"&lt;/i&gt;, karena itu gue banget sih... #shyshycat&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kali ini gue membuat versi sendiri dari tulisan &lt;i&gt;'Date a girl who reads'&lt;/i&gt;, yaitu seperti judul tulisan gue kali ini: Pacarilah cowok yang bisa main gitar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kalo ditanya soal kriteria cowok, yaaaa pasti jawaban gue hampir sama kayak jawaban cewek-cewek lajang (bukan jalang) lainnya... Ada yang kriterianya cowok tinggi, kulit putih, gigi putih, mata putih (eh salah), ada juga yang suka cowok yang jago main basket, jago nulis, jago bikin lagu... Tapi buat gue itu bukan apa-apa kalo si cowok nggak bisa main gitar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Kenapa harus gitar?"&lt;/b&gt; Hahaha, gue juga nggak tau. Gue respek sama cowok-cowok yang bisa main alat musik, tapi entah kenapa level respek itu jadi melonjak tinggi kalo ternyata dia bisa main gitar. Seolah-olah asosiasi gue adalah: gitar itu alat musiknya cowok, jadi wajib hukumnya kalo cowok bisa main gitar. Cowok yang bisa main piano memang menarik buat gue, tapi entah kenapa piano malah ngejadiin dia agak kemayu. Beda sama kalo cowok main gitar. Rasanya tuh semua kejantanan mereka keluar saat mereka metik senar gitar terus mulai ngegenjreng dan mainin lagu. Bisa-bisa lutut gue langsung lemes, apalagi kalo ternyata cowok yang main gitar itu adalah gebetan atau pacar gue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Pernah ngegebet atau pacaran sama cowok yang jago main gitar?"&lt;/b&gt; Huahahaha pernah! Si 'Edward Cullen' itu jago banget lho main gitarnya. Hahaha. Tanpa sadar, kayaknya dari faktor A sampe Z, ada 1% faktor 'jago main gitar' saat gue menentukan siapa yang jadi pacar gue. Jadi bukan cuma sekedar suka-sukaan doang liat cowok bisa main gitar. Enaknya punya pacar yang bisa main gitar adalah lo bisa &lt;i&gt;request&lt;/i&gt; lagu sesuka lo buat dimaenin sama dia, lebih bagus lagi kalo dia jago nyanyi. Makin lengkap deh kebahagiaan lo. Yang makin mantep adalah kalo lo jago main gitar juga (minimal bisa nyanyi), terus bisa menghabiskan &lt;i&gt;quality time&lt;/i&gt; dengan cara &lt;i&gt;cover&lt;/i&gt; lagu orang atau bikin lagu bareng-bareng. Bermanfaat, kan? Sayangnya, gue memutuskan untuk belajar main gitar setelah gue putus sama dia. Jadi nggak ada temen duet lagi deh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nggak tahu kenapa, kayaknya otak gue sangat mengagumi cowok yang bisa main gitar. Preferably gitar akustik, karena gitar macem itu adalah yang paling bisa dibawa kemana-mana... Nggak perlu jago nulis lagu, nggak perlu jago nyanyi. Cihuy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-7780810129131355843?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/7780810129131355843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/07/date-guy-who-plays-guitar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/7780810129131355843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/7780810129131355843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/07/date-guy-who-plays-guitar.html' title='Date a guy who plays guitar.'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWPs00OlsVM/TiwoxCwdmsI/AAAAAAAAAbo/r8keOFu04Q8/s72-c/guitar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-9020278715540271866</id><published>2011-07-23T18:45:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T19:12:12.890+07:00</updated><title type='text'>What to Miss or not to Miss</title><content type='html'>Ini bukan tulisan 'berandai-andai' seandainya gue kuliah di luar negeri, tapi merupakan jawaban dari sebuah pertanyaan simpel di sebuah survey yang pernah gue baca beberapa bulan lalu:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"If you go abroad for a long period of time, what will you miss the most about your home country?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pertanyaan simpel, memang. Tapi otak gue seketika bekerja dan langsung mempertanyakan nasionalisme gue. Kira-kira kalo gue ke luar negeri untuk waktu yang lama (sekolah atau kerja atau tinggal disana), apa ya yang bakal gue kangenin luar biasa dari Indonesia, tanah air gue?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hal pertama yang bakal gue kangenin dari Indonesia adalah udah pasti makanannya. Sebagai orang Timur, gue termasuk mayoritas dari orang Indonesia yang bakal bilang "gue belom makan" kalo perut gue belom nyentuh nasi. &lt;i&gt;So I'm pretty much a rice consumer&lt;/i&gt;. Dan gue juga bisa bilang "gue belom makan" kalo gue belom makan makanan pedes. Nasi dan pedes, cita rasa otentik dari makanan Indonesia. Dan lucunya, kalo gue makan makanan pedes tapi bukan di Indonesia, kayaknya kok ada yang kurang, ya. Bahkan di Singapura sekalipun. Pernah nih, gue ke restoran Padang di Singapura, terus beli nasi sama ayam gule sama sambel ijo. Sambel ijonya sama sekali nggak pedes, men! Gue lihat-lihat lagi penjualnya, orang Indonesia kok. Mungkin karena bahan-bahannya kali ya. Tapi masa sih cabe Singapura beda sama cabe Indonesia? Masa sih kari Melayu beda sama kari orang Padang? Gue ngebayangin kalo gue jadi tinggal di New York dan tiba-tiba gue kangen nasi Padang... &lt;i&gt;Oh my&lt;/i&gt; :( Sampe sekarang, misteri 'kenapa makanan negeri sendiri nggak enak kalo dimakan di negeri orang' masih belom bisa gue pecahkan. Ada yang mau bantu gue memecahkan misteri ini?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hal kedua adalah keramahan orang Indonesia. Yah, mungkin menurut gue sih keramahan orang Indonesia lama-lama bisa jadi nyebelin yaitu bisa jadi 'mau tau urusan orang', tapi kayaknya orang-orang Indonesia yang ramah bakal jadi hal yang gue kangenin kalo gue tinggal di luar negeri. Kesediaan (atau kesotoyan) mereka kalo gue minta tunjukin jalan, senyum mereka kalo kita nanya sesuatu, hal-hal kecil kayak begitu kayaknya susah gue temuin di luar negeri. &lt;i&gt;Well, except in California. In California, people are so happy. You can even pay for something, and when you go to the cashier, the employee will give you their biggest smile and ask you about your day.&lt;/i&gt; Gue mengalami hal itu lho. Mungkin kalo di Indonesia, yang kayak begini cuma sekedar basa-basi atau etika pekerjaan. &lt;i&gt;But seems like the Californians are connected too deep with their work ethics.&lt;/i&gt; Gue pernah belanja di satu &lt;i&gt;factory outlet&lt;/i&gt;, dan pas gue bayar belanjaan gue di kasir, si cewek kasir langsung senyum lebar banget terus nanya, &lt;i&gt;"Hello, how are you?"&lt;/i&gt; Errrrr gue nggak tau mau bilang apa, karena kaget dong, ya udah gue jawab aja &lt;i&gt;"Errrr... fine."&lt;/i&gt; Terus dia tanya lagi sambil senyum (dan sambil melakukan pekerjaan dia), &lt;i&gt;"How's your day?" That very moment, I realized that this cashier girl really wanted to know how my day was. She didn't do it just for work ethics, she was trying to get to know her customers better.&lt;/i&gt; Mungkin budaya mereka yang&lt;i&gt; laid-back&lt;/i&gt; (ada perbedaan besar lho antara budaya orang-orang East Coast dan West Coast) bikin mereka jadi orang-orang yang &lt;i&gt;approachable&lt;/i&gt; dan lebih santai menjalani hidup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tadi kan hal-hal yang bakal gue kangenin, sekarang hal yang nggak enaknya nih. Kalo gue tinggal di luar negeri,&lt;i&gt; one thing I definitely wouldn't miss about Indonesia is their political situations.&lt;/i&gt; Duh, di Indonesia aja gue capek banget lho, nonton berita terus isinya hal-hal buruk terus. Korupsi lah, Presiden yang seolah nggak ngapa-ngapain lah, kemiskinan lah... Kayaknya hal-hal itu yang bikin gue menghindari nonton stasiun TV berita, karena mereka nyiarinnya berita jelek melulu. Mungkin dari situ sifat tidak nasionalis gue tumbuh. Hohoho. &lt;i&gt;I definitely wouldn't miss Indonesia's political situation, and I wouldn't tell the situation to the people I'm gonna be living with.&lt;/i&gt; Se-nggak nasionalisnya gue, tetep aja gue malu kalo disuruh buka aib negara sendiri ke orang lain yang berbeda ras sama gue. Mungkin mereka sering liat berita tentang Indonesia dan mungkin image Indonesia udah jelek di mata mereka,&lt;i&gt; so I don't think I would exaggerate their opinions more than before.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Udah ah, cukup sekian &lt;i&gt;blabbering&lt;/i&gt; saya sore ini. Kayaknya tulisan berikutnya bakal tentang pengalaman pertama gue jadi guru di SCP, yang bakal diadain minggu depan. &lt;i&gt;Soooo, wish me luck!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-9020278715540271866?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/9020278715540271866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-to-miss-or-not-to-miss.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/9020278715540271866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/9020278715540271866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-to-miss-or-not-to-miss.html' title='What to Miss or not to Miss'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-1498527498373576668</id><published>2011-07-20T10:26:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T17:15:00.806+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Liburan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sudah lama saya tidak menulis!!!!!! Woohooooo! #pelukblogkencengkenceng&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Halo semua, apa kabar? Gue masih liburan, nih. Bosen iya, nggak bosen juga iya. Bosen karena nggak ada kegiatan pasti yang bisa dilakuin selama liburan. Paling-paling main ke mall atau nunggu ajakan orang jalan-jalan ke luar kota. Nggak bosen karena selama liburan ini gue bisa melakukan apapun yang gue mau. Ha-ha-ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapi selama liburan ini paling tidak gue melakukan beberapa hal yang cukup berguna, lah. Kemaren gue udah &lt;i&gt;coaching&lt;/i&gt;, dan hari Jumat sampe Minggu besok gue bakal&lt;i&gt; training&lt;/i&gt; SCP. Intinya gue lagi-lagi jadi &lt;i&gt;coach&lt;/i&gt;, tapi bedanya kali ini gue dibayar. Hohohoho. Liburan yang menghasilkan uang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sementara menunggu &lt;i&gt;training&lt;/i&gt; SCP, gue nggak ada kerjaan.&lt;i&gt; Jobless&lt;/i&gt;, bahasa kerennya. Jadi, untuk membunuh waktu, gue beli Nintendo DS (karena ada duit, bukan minta!) dan mengisi konsol mainan itu dengan berbagai mainan menarik buat gue (baca: mainan detektif, pengacara, belajar bahasa). Gue juga beli serial baru terus mencoba untuk nonton serial lain, apapun selain Grey's Anatomy, Glee dan Dexter. Pilihan gue jatuh ke serial No Ordinary Family dan Miami Medical. Belom gue tonton semua sih, tapi menurut gue serial No Ordinary Family tuh bagus banget, semacem film The Incredibles tapi versi orang. Dan... oh iya, gue juga beli beberapa buku. Tapi bukan novel. Melainkan buku berbau etnis Tionghoa. Huh, ini kan liburan Jude, ngapain juga lo menuh-menuhin rak buku sama buku macem begituan? -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oke. Sebenernya tulisan ini adalah tulisan perkenalan sama Zeus, Nintendo DS gue yang baru beli sekitar 2 minggu lalu. Inilah penampakannya...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nKwC1DXr68I/TiZN0yV_KZI/AAAAAAAAAbY/avaMer8wUMU/s400/dslite_01-thumb.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 382px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631273953335912850" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Gue beli pacar baru gue ini di ITC Mangga Dua, karena berpikir bahwa semua hal pasti akan lebih murah kalo dibeli di Mangga Dua. Ternyata bener aja loh... Cuma dengan 1,3 juta, gue bisa beli Nintendo DS ini udah sama anti gores, tas, dan &lt;i&gt;memory card&lt;/i&gt; 8 GB. Di toko lain, harga segitu bisa dapet semua tapi &lt;i&gt;memory card&lt;/i&gt;-nya cuma 4 GB. Di &lt;i&gt;memory card&lt;/i&gt; itu udah disediain macem-macem &lt;i&gt;games&lt;/i&gt;, tapi kok kayaknya terlalu cewek ya... Sementara gue demennya &lt;i&gt;game&lt;/i&gt; cewek dan beberapa&lt;i&gt; game&lt;/i&gt; nggak penting. Ini dia beberapa &lt;i&gt;game&lt;/i&gt; yang sekarang suka gue maenin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A10fYv6lDFs/TiZQd3nznOI/AAAAAAAAAbg/InROKSQOHP8/s400/games.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 278px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631276858150722786" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-1498527498373576668?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/1498527498373576668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/07/liburan.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/1498527498373576668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/1498527498373576668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/07/liburan.html' title='Liburan.'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nKwC1DXr68I/TiZN0yV_KZI/AAAAAAAAAbY/avaMer8wUMU/s72-c/dslite_01-thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-8020499200987963876</id><published>2011-06-26T09:11:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T10:38:45.089+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coaching!</title><content type='html'>Hal besar pertama yang gue lakuin di umur 20 adalah menjadi seorang &lt;i&gt;coach*&lt;/i&gt;. Tepatnya di acara I Am Gifted Senior Camp, tanggal 21-25 Juni kemarin. Selama ini gue merasa nggak cocok jadi &lt;i&gt;coach&lt;/i&gt;, soalnya gue orangnya nggak sabaran, nggak bisa ngajarin orang, pokoknya nggak cocok deh. Tawaran jadi &lt;i&gt;coach &lt;/i&gt;dari Adam Khoo juga gue terima karena gue mau ngabisin liburan, nggak lucu amat gue liburan 3 bulan tapi nggak ke luar kota sama sekali.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tulisan ini gue dedikasikan untuk mereka, teman-teman sesama &lt;i&gt;coach&lt;/i&gt; yang mau merelakan waktu liburan mereka demi mengajar dan jadi inspirasi bagi anak-anak yang ikut &lt;i&gt;camp&lt;/i&gt; 5 hari kemarin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waktu gue pertama kali ikut &lt;i&gt;camp briefing&lt;/i&gt;, gue bingung dan nggak tau mau ngapain. Orang-orang yang ikut &lt;i&gt;briefing&lt;/i&gt; kayaknya udah kenal satu sama lain, jadi gue cuma diem-diem aja. Untung ada satu anak yang ngajak gue kenalan, namanya Claudia. Dia bilang dia juga pertama ikut camp briefing dan belom ada temen. Selain itu, ada cowok namanya Farhan yang ngajak gue kenalan juga. Gue langsung ngerasa nyaman. Sebelom &lt;i&gt;camp briefing&lt;/i&gt; dimulai, gue ketemu cewek namanya Janice yang ngajak gue kenalan juga. Yes, gue udah dapet 3 temen baru.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pas gue dateng ke Bandung (acaranya di Bandung), gue kaget lagi karena ternyata disana udah ada banyak &lt;i&gt;coach&lt;/i&gt; yang nggak ada di &lt;i&gt;camp briefing&lt;/i&gt;, dan kayaknya mereka udah sering &lt;i&gt;coaching&lt;/i&gt; jadi kenal satu sama lain. Gue pikir bakal ada semacam &lt;i&gt;gap&lt;/i&gt; antara anak-anak baru dan anak-anak lama. Ternyata nggak! Tanpa kenalan, kita udah bisa kenal nama masing-masing. &lt;i&gt;Coaches&lt;/i&gt; dari Singapura juga seru-seru dan nggak mengelompokkan diri sesama Singaporean. FYI, &lt;i&gt;coaches&lt;/i&gt; di &lt;i&gt;camp&lt;/i&gt; kemarin umurnya bervariasi, dari yang paling muda si Albertus (kayaknya dia umur 15 tahunan) sampe umur 20 lebih. Bahkan yang udah pada kerja juga ikutan &lt;i&gt;coaching&lt;/i&gt;. Ketawa bareng-bareng, &lt;i&gt;briefing&lt;/i&gt; bareng-bareng, curhat sama-sama, bener-bener nggak ada &lt;i&gt;gap&lt;/i&gt;, yang cowok gabung sama yang cewek, pokoknya kekeluargaan banget, deh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Di camp, gue satu kamar sama 3 cewek gila: Kristi, Janice dan Sasa. Kristi adalah cewek lulusan Northwest University (Seattle) yang suka ngomong campur-campur bahasa Inggris dan Indonesia, tapi nggak keliatan &lt;i&gt;bitchy&lt;/i&gt; dan sok pinter kayak Cinta Laura. Janice adalah calon mahasiswa kedokteran di Maranatha yang keliatannya pendiem, tapi ternyata kalo ketawa bisa ngikik banget. Sementara Sasa adalah mahasiswa tingkat akhir di LSPR yang (dilihat dari kelakuannya) adalah cewek manja yang kalo ngomong kadang suka nyelekit, tapi sebenernya seru banget buat diajak ngobrol (kalo kelakuan manjanya nggak keluar).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Salah satu&lt;i&gt; passion&lt;/i&gt; yang kita bawa sebagai coach adalah &lt;i&gt;motivating passion&lt;/i&gt;. Selama 5 hari, lo harus bisa memotivasi peserta lo, baik itu di group sendiri maupun group orang lain. Gue belajar banyak banget dari pekerjaan gue sebagai&lt;i&gt; coach&lt;/i&gt;. Tanpa disadari, pasti gue pernah ragu sama diri sendiri, pernah males, pernah jatuh... dan gue meyakinkan peserta gue bahwa mereka nggak boleh ragu sama diri sendiri, harus disiplin dan komitmen dalam menjalankan sesuatu. Memotivasi mereka = memotivasi diri gue sendiri juga. Mereka berkembang, gue juga berkembang. Mereka jadi maju, gue juga maju. Untungnya gue dapet &lt;i&gt;group&lt;/i&gt; yang super seru dan super menghargai &lt;i&gt;coach&lt;/i&gt; selama camp ini. Kalo dilihat-lihat, nasib gue cukup hoki dapet &lt;i&gt;group&lt;/i&gt; yang manis-manis kayak begini, mengingat ada banyak &lt;i&gt;coach&lt;/i&gt; yang dapet anak menyebalkan dan nggak mau aktif di group mereka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jadi &lt;i&gt;coach&lt;/i&gt; membawa banyak pengalaman baru untuk gue. Dapet temen-temen baru, yang ajaibnya, walaupun cuma ketemu 5 hari tapi ujung-ujungnya bener-bener kayak keluarga besar (tanpa harus ada pelonco-peloncoan). Ngerasain jadi seksi sibuk bagian semua, mulai dari ngeberesin &lt;i&gt;Coach Corner,&lt;/i&gt; bantu ini-itu, semua dilakuin dengan satu kata: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;FASTER&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Yah, di &lt;i&gt;camp&lt;/i&gt; ini gue dituntut harus super cepat dalam menjalankan sesuatu. Tidur jam 1 pagi, bangun jam 6 pagi. Bikin gue keluar dari &lt;i&gt;comfort zone&lt;/i&gt;. Ditambah lagi, suara gue abis gara-gara harus teriak-teriak pas outbound dan ngegalakin peserta. Huakakakakak...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Udah kali ya, itu aja. Yang jelas gue sangat senang jadi seorang &lt;i&gt;coach, and I look forward to coach again :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;*coach: Semacam mentor untuk setiap group di camp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-8020499200987963876?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/8020499200987963876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/06/coaching.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/8020499200987963876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/8020499200987963876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/06/coaching.html' title='Coaching!'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-5782308630612668722</id><published>2011-06-16T09:39:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T10:20:08.013+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dari Om Leo Sampai Om Heuken</title><content type='html'>Mungkin kalian bakal rada mengernyitkan dahi waktu baca judul tulisan gue ini. Tenang aja kok, itu bukan om gue, apalagi om-om yang suka main sama gue (haiyaaaah, amit-amit dah!). Tulisan ini ditujukan pada Om Leo Suryadinata dan Om Adolf Heuken, &lt;i&gt;practically&lt;/i&gt; idola gue di dunia persejarahan (lagi-lagi, bahasa ini yang dipake).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Om Leo Suryadinata ini adalah salah satu tokoh yang lagi gue demenin akhir-akhir ini. Bukan, bukan karena dia ganteng dan bukan karena selera gue adalah om-om, tapi sepengetahuan gue, Om Leo adalah ahli studi etnisitas Tionghoa yang masih hidup (salah satu ahli etnisitas lain, Onghokham (yang juga temennya dia) udah meninggal), dan Om Leo sekarang tinggal di Singapura, jadi guru besar di National University of Singapore. Sebelom jadi guru besar, dia sempat kuliah di UI jurusan Sejarah (kakak dari kakak dari kakak senior gue, kyaaaa!), terus dia kuliah sampe dapet gelar Ph.D di Amerika. Pokoknya kalo lo mau ngomongin soal etnis Tionghoa, rata-rata buku yang dipake adalah buku karangan dia. Daaaaan......... gue sih menganggap Om Leo ini sebagai guru gue tidak langsung.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mengapa gue menganggap dia sebagai guru gue tidak langsung? Pertama, karena gue sering baca bukunya. Buku karangan dia sih baru ada 3 yang gue punya (diantara buku karangannya yang udah seabrek dan makin susah dicari dimana-mana karena jarang ada yang cetak ulang), tapi menurut gue 3 buku itupun udah cukup banget loh, buat gue tau tentang etnis Tionghoa dari mata seorang Om Leo. Kedua, penulisan dia tuh simpel, bahasanya juga bahasa praktikal yang gampang dimengerti orang awam, seolah-olah dia bikin buku tuh untuk kalangan umum, bukan cuma sejarawan tingkat tinggi doang yang bisa baca. Jadinya dari dia gue bisa ngerti segala sesuatu tentang etnis Tionghoa, termasuk hubungan luar negeri Indonesia jaman Orde Baru (gue baca buku itu juga gara-gara satu mata kuliah). Dari Om Leo, gue juga bisa belajar berbagai dilema orang keturunan Tionghoa, yang sepertinya dari dulu sampe sekarang tetap menjadi anggota masyarakat &lt;i&gt;middlemen minority&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Salah satu cita-cita gue adalah gue pengen ketemu Om Leo secara langsung di Singapura (atau kalo dia bikin kuliah umum di UI, mau jam berapa aja, gue jabanin deh, namanya juga ketemu idola) terus minta dia tandatanganin buku-buku karangan dia yang gue punya. Pasti seru bangeeeet aaaaa!!! (Tuh kan, gue mulai mimpi lagi)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Om kedua adalah Om Adolf Heuken. Sebenernya sih dia lebih pantes disebut 'Opa' ya, karena emang usianya udah kayaknya nggak pantes dipanggil 'Om'. Tapi demi ke-sok-akraban, marilah kita panggil dia Om Heuken. Om Heuken ini aslinya seorang romo, dia tinggal di Jakarta lho, aslinya dia dari Jerman. Denger-denger, dia juga jadi salah satu staf pengajar di sebuah universitas Katolik terkenal di Jakarta, tapi nggak tau bener apa nggak. Selain jadi romo, Om Heuken menekuni pekerjaan menjadi seorang penulis, terutama penulis buku-buku sejarah. Tapi bedanya dengan Om Leo yang menekuni sejarah yang abstrak (cuma sekedar ide), Om Heuken menekuni sejarah tentang bangunan-bangunan kuno dan kota Jakarta. Kalo lagi main-main ke toko buku, coba deh cari buku judulnya&lt;i&gt; 'Historical Sites of Jakarta'&lt;/i&gt;, bukunya gede dan tebel dan banyak warna dan juga mahal (terakhir kali gue cek harganya sekitar 400 ribu-an, cukup impulsif kalo gue memutuskan untuk beli buku semahal itu). Tenang, itu bukunya udah diterjemahin ke bahasa Indonesia kok. Bukan cuma meneliti gereja-gereja tua, dia juga meneliti mesjid-mesjid tua di Jakarta, pokoknya semua bagian Jakarta kayaknya udah dia telusuri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apa yang gue bisa pelajari dari dia? &lt;i&gt;Well&lt;/i&gt;, tentunya gue bisa pelajari situs-situs bersejarah Jakarta dari bukunya (atau dari kata orang dari bukunya, karena gue sendiri sepertinya ogah beli buku itu pake duit sendiri). Tapi yang lebih penting, Om Heuken menyadarkan gue kalo gue yang adalah orang Indonesia ini harus punya kesadaran untuk mempelajari sejarah daerah sendiri. Om Heuken aja orang Jerman, dan malah dia yang bikin buku yang komprehensif tentang Jakarta, bukan orang Jakarta. Bisa dilihat kan kalo mental orang Indonesia tuh banyak yang nggak pedulian sama sejarah negara sendiri. Masa sih orang dari negara lain yang malah semangat nyari tahu tentang sejarah kita, dan bukan kita sendiri?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-5782308630612668722?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/5782308630612668722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/06/dari-om-leo-sampai-om-heuken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/5782308630612668722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/5782308630612668722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/06/dari-om-leo-sampai-om-heuken.html' title='Dari Om Leo Sampai Om Heuken'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-7293875954564947412</id><published>2011-06-10T08:51:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T09:08:26.996+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the twenties club.</title><content type='html'>Yak. Tulisan pertama di umur baru: kepala 2.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm officially twenty, people!!!! Woohoo!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ternyata ulang tahun itu menyenangkan juga. Maksudnya, kayak ada rasa lega di hati lo, yang bilang "Makasih Tuhan, gue udah dikasih satu tahun lagi". Ini diluar gerascophobia yang gue alami beberapa hari yang lalu, lho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuma... gue sedikit benci hari ini. Fakta bahwa ada aja orang nggak tau diri yang berani-beraninya ngerusak hajatan lo, bikin lo sedih, marah dan kesal di hari ulang tahun lo, itu yang membuat gue sedikit benci hari ini. Kesel nggak sih. Orang itu mengklaim diri tahu semua tentang lo, tapi dia bahkan nggak tau gimana cara bikin lo bahagia, di hari ulangtahun lo sendiri. Hebat, hebat banget. &lt;i&gt;Two thumbs up for that old bitch.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Siapa sih yang nggak sakit hati, pas ulangtahun bukannya dapet doa, hadiah atau harapan-harapan baik, tapi malah dimarahin, diomelin, seolah-olah lo nggak ada gunanya. Siapa sih yang nggak sakit hati? &lt;i&gt;Fuck&lt;/i&gt; banget, sumpah. Padahal orang ini adalah salah satu bagian dari keluarga lo, yang seharusnya mendukung lo waktu ulangtahun, bikin lo senang, kasih lo hadiah, dll dsb. Tapi ini malah bikin lo marah, kecewa, sakit hati. Oke deh, kalo emang dia ada masalah di luar, bisa kan nggak usah bawa-bawa pulang? Kenapa harus dilampiasin ke gue yang harusnya hari ini senang-senang?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heran gue, kenapa ada orang macem begitu, yang sebegitu &lt;i&gt;heartless&lt;/i&gt;-nya sampe bisa ngancurin hari orang yang lagi ulangtahun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oke, sekarang udahan ngomongin soal orang nggak tau diri yang berani-beraninya ngancurin ulangtahun gue. Pokoknya buat lo yang ngerasa udah ngehancurin pagi ulangtahun gue, bikin gue marah, sedih, nangis, ini kata-kata buat lo: &lt;i&gt;You'll be regretting the shit you did to me today. You, and your fucking huge prestige, will die. Trust me. No sin is bigger than ruining someone's birthday. Can't you just wait for another day for that?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sekarang bener-bener udahan. Oke, mau ngomongin berbagai ucapan ulangtahun yang banyak dikasih ke gue baik itu di Facebook atau Twitter. Yang paling lucu, ada yang bikin wish supaya gue bisa foto di patung Liberty lah, ke Smithsonian lah, bisa S2 di NYU lah, sampe yang paling ngaco... ada yang doain semoga gue bisa dapet pacar seperti Don Flack. Itu tuh, karakter favorit gue di CSI: NY. Pada aneh-aneh semua dah! Tapi yaaaa semuanya gue aminin, karena itu yang disebutin kan&lt;i&gt; wish&lt;/i&gt; gue juga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ya udah deh, gue mau mencoba untuk bersenang-senang hari ini. Melupakan kejadian orang nggak tau malu yang segitu teganya ngerusak ultah gue... &lt;i&gt;Fuckers gonna hate, seriously.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-7293875954564947412?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/7293875954564947412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/06/welcome-to-twenties-club.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/7293875954564947412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/7293875954564947412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/06/welcome-to-twenties-club.html' title='Welcome to the twenties club.'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-7857729326952379934</id><published>2011-06-07T19:04:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T19:58:09.578+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari-hari Terakhir Menjadi Seorang Remaja</title><content type='html'>Tulisan ini gue tulis tepat 3 hari sebelom ada tulisan gede muncul di otak gue: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;WELCOME TO THE TWENTIES CLUB.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adakah diantara kalian, teman-teman gue, pembaca setia blog ini, yang takut nambah umur? Kalo jawabannya 'iya', mari kita lakukan tos virtual bersama! Tapi kalo jawabannya 'nggak', &lt;i&gt;well&lt;/i&gt;... gue tos sama angin aja deh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 hari lagi, gue akan lepas dari umur remaja gue, dan beranjak ke umur yang depannya ada angka 2. Yap, umur duapuluhan. Tepatnya gue akan jadi 'anak bawang' di klub duapuluhan. Entah kenapa, seperti gue di tahun-tahun sebelomnya yang selalu takut nambah umur, tahun ini sindrom &lt;i&gt;'gerascophobia'&lt;/i&gt; alias 'takut nambah umur' kembali terjadi. Dan kali ini gue agak lebih takut daripada tahun-tahun sebelumnya, karena ya itu tadi, gue akan masuk ke umur duapuluh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Susah sebenernya untuk &lt;i&gt;track down&lt;/i&gt; sejak kapan gue punya ketakutan tersendiri akan menjadi dewasa kayak begini. Dari umur 0 sampe 17 tahun, gue menganggap bahwa ulangtahun adalah hal yang menyenangkan. Waktu umur 0-11 tahun, gue mikir: "Asyik, bisa bikin pesta ulangtahun, undang badut, undang temen-temen, dapet hadiah banyak". Waktu umur 12-17 tahun, gue mikir: "Asyik, bisa ngajak temen-temen makan siang bareng, bisa dapet 'salam tempel' banyak dari keluarga, gue semakin dewasa dan bisa membuktikan diri ke orang-orang". Tapi entah kenapa semua 'asyik, blablabla' itu hilang waktu gue berulangtahun ke-18. Seketika itu juga, semangat ulangtahun gue ilang. Sejak itu, gue jadi mikir: "Mampus, gue tambah tua, gue belom ngapa-ngapain, gimana kalo begini, gimana kalo begitu", dan ratusan gimana-gimana lainnya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apalagi ini seakan jadi &lt;i&gt;huge breakdown&lt;/i&gt;, teman-teman pembaca. Sebagai orang berumur kepala dua, katanya lo udah harus punya tujuan mau jadi apa, habis kuliah mau ngapain, intinya lo udah harus ada gambaran bagaimana lo mau menjalani kehidupan lo. &lt;i&gt;And I find that idea is no fun at all.&lt;/i&gt; Kenapa sih semuanya nganggep bahwa umur duapuluhan itu adalah titik balik dimana lo harus berubah dari yang namanya main-main jadi serius? Seolah-olah ada tuntutan "WOI, LO UDAH TUA, UDAH KEPALA DUA, HARUS SERIUS NGEJALANIN IDUP, WOI!" yang dicap tebel-tebel di jidat gue, sampe nembus ke otak gue sekalian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gue takut menjalani umur ini, teman-teman sekalian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Plis deh Jude, &lt;i&gt;you're taking this too fucking seriously. What are you afraid of?&lt;/i&gt;" mungkin jadi pertanyaan kalian. Oke. Gue akan ngasih tau hal-hal yang bikin gue takut menjalani umur duapuluh - dan seterusnya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;KETAKUTAN MENJELANG UMUR DUAPULUH ...........DAN SETERUSNYA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. Gue takut pribadi senang-senang gue ilang. Dibalik senyum serius atau tatapan mata sinis yang sering gue lemparkan ke orang-orang di dunia nyata, sebenernya gue adalah orang yang suka bersenang-senang. Gue suka jalan-jalan, cari tahu hal-hal baru, ngenye' sesuatu dengan bahasa sarkastik, pokoknya hal-hal yang lo sebut sebagai senang-senang, deh. Di umur duapuluh dan seterusnya ini, gue takut gaya senang-senang gue ganti. Bahasa gue kok aneh ya. Pokoknya gitu deh, &lt;i&gt;you understand what I say, don't you?&lt;/i&gt; Gue takut di umur ini gue malah berubah jadi orang kaku yang nggak tau gimana cara senang-senang, cuma karena hidup memaksa gue jadi orang yang serius.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2. Gue takut nggak dapet jodoh. Ini bener lah. Siapa juga yang nggak mau dapet jodoh? Gue sih mau banget - walaupun kelihatannya gue belom mau sekarang. Umur duapuluhan kan diidentikkan dengan 'umur mencari jodoh', bukan lagi mencari pacar untuk senang-senang. Doh. Pokoknya semua harus dipertimbangkan dengan serius. Oh, &lt;i&gt;the disadvantage of being twenty.&lt;/i&gt; Gue takut di umur ini dan seterusnya, gue nggak dapet jodoh. Salah satu &lt;i&gt;peer pressure&lt;/i&gt; yang bikin gue takut dengan hal ini adalah ejekan keluarga gue yang nanya-nanya terus kapan gue punya pacar, seakan-akan gue disuruh nikah besok. Bikin gue gondok aja. Apalagi ada salah satu anggota keluarga gue yang menekankan bahwa sebelom umur 26 tahun, gue harus nikah. Woi, gue masih harus ke New York, masih harus kerja, baru cari laki! &lt;i&gt;WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT, BITCH? Please, don't make me hate life more!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3. Gue takut jadi orang yang kurang dewasa daripada sesama orang umur duapuluhan lainnya. &lt;i&gt;Some kind of a late-bloomers syndrome, I admit.&lt;/i&gt; Gue takut, sikap gue ini belom bisa mencerminkan kedewasaan orang-orang di klub umur duapuluhan. Gue takut nggak bisa berkompetisi sekuat mereka, yang menjadikan gue selalu ketinggalan. &lt;i&gt;This is my worst fear, I guess.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;4. Gue takut rencana masa depan gue belom gue &lt;i&gt;plan&lt;/i&gt; dengan pasti. Ya, memang, gue berambisi tinggal dan hidup di New York, pokoknya yang senang-senang deh (tuh kan, semua kembali ke kata 'senang-senang'). Cuma gue takut masa depan itu tidak bisa gue realisasikan dengan baik, karenaaaaaaaaaaaaa....... lihat poin tiga. Gue takut gue masih punya mental ABG - &lt;i&gt;even though I hate being called with that name.&lt;/i&gt; Gue takut nggak bisa seserius dan sekompeten orang lain di umur duapuluhan mereka, jadi gue nggak bisa tinggal di New York, nggak bisa kerja disana, nggak bisa S2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;5. Ada yang bilang kalo di umur duapuluhan, waktu hidup lo akan terasa dipercepat 2 kali lipat oleh Tuhan. Jadi katanya umur duapuluhan tuh bakal cepet banget. Ini juga salah satu ketakutan gue menjelang umur duapuluhan. &lt;i&gt;Please God, I don't want You to fast forward my life - putting my life on normal mode is confusing enough.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yap, demikian adalah ketakutan-ketakutan gue menjelang umur 20. &lt;i&gt;By the time I write another posts, I'll guarantee you I'm already in the twenties club. &lt;/i&gt;Semoga semua kekuatiran dan ketakutan gue disini tidak akan terjadi selama gue berada di dekade duapuluhan. Semoga gue masih bisa senang-senang, dapat jodoh, lebih PD, merealisasikan mimpi gue untuk tinggal di New York, dan semoga gue bisa memperlakukan waktu seefektif mungkin, disaat waktu gue dipercepat 2 kali lipat di dekade ini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-7857729326952379934?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/7857729326952379934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/06/hari-hari-terakhir-menjadi-seorang.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/7857729326952379934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/7857729326952379934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/06/hari-hari-terakhir-menjadi-seorang.html' title='Hari-hari Terakhir Menjadi Seorang Remaja'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-7849841589603577559</id><published>2011-05-30T08:06:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T09:33:33.291+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dramasterchef Indonesia</title><content type='html'>Heran deh gue, tayangan &lt;i&gt;reality show&lt;/i&gt; Indonesia tuh kenapa sih isinya dramaaaaaaa melulu. Nggak ubahnya sama sinetron. Gue nonton &lt;i&gt;reality show&lt;/i&gt; buat melarikan diri dari sinetron yang isinya drama dan mewek, eh begitu di &lt;i&gt;reality show&lt;/i&gt;, formula yang dipake sama juga. Termasuk acara masak yang berlisensi luar negeri yang lagi menghiasi layar TV berlogo rajawali, setiap Sabtu dan Minggu sore.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jujur aja nih ya, pas pertama kali gue liat &lt;i&gt;teaser&lt;/i&gt; acara ini diputer di TV, gue langsung semangat. Soalnya gue suka banget nonton 'sodaranya' yang dari Amerika dan Australia. Kalo di Australia jurinya baik-baik dan suportif, terus kalo versi Amerika tuh jurinya galak-galak, tapi kritik yang dikasih tuh membangun banget, bukan cuma nyela doang bisanya. Eeeeeh pas gue nonton tayangan perdana versi Indonesia di TV... Langsung kecewa men!!! Sejak nonton tayangan perdananya, gue langsung nggak pernah tahan nonton setiap episodenya sampe abis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kalo gue bilang sih, acara masak ini niru konsep sodaranya yang versi Amerika. Jurinya galak-galak gitu deh. Tapi pas gue nonton acara ini pertama kali, kok jurinya nggak gue kenal ya? Pas cari di internet, katanya sih mereka koki-koki ternama Indonesia yang udah belajar sampe ke negeri Cina (gak literally Cina sih, pokoknya belajar masak di luar negeri deh!). Errrr... koki ternama Indonesia, begitu katanya. Tapi kok gue nggak pernah liat ya? Apa gue yang nggak gaul apa emang ini koki nggak pernah masuk TV? Kalo mau jadi komersil tuh ya mending jurinya yang orang-orang udah tau, kayak Farah Quinn, Bara Pattiradjawane, atau Rudy Choirudin dan Sisca Soewitomo sekalian yang udah profesional.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oke, back to 'juri yang galak-galak'. Di konsep Amerika, emang sih jurinya galak-galak, gue bahkan sampe kebingungan kenapa si juri bisa setega itu ngatain makanan yang dibuat peserta, bahkan sampe dibuang ke tempat sampah. Nah, versi Indonesia ini niru gaya juri yang galak dan kaku pula, sama kayak versi Amerika. Cumaaaa yang bikin sebel, makin diliat kok juri-juri versi Indonesia bukannya kritik membangun tapi malah kritik menjatuhkan ya? Adegan marahin peserta dengan kata-kata kalo masakan dia 'nggak enak' udah jadi menu sehari-hari acara ini, belom lagi adegan ngebuang makanan yang dibikin 'semakin dramatis ngebuangnya, semakin keren'. Buset, di versi Amerika aja jurinya jarang banget ngebuang makanan, kalo ngebuang juga cuma satu-dua episode. Itu bukannya malah nge-&lt;i&gt;bully&lt;/i&gt; pesertanya secara psikologis yah? Terus kalo makanan buatan si peserta nggak sesuai sama lidah juri, dia langsung nge-&lt;i&gt;judge&lt;/i&gt; makanan itu sebagai &lt;b&gt;NGGAK ENAK&lt;/b&gt;. Duh, enak nggak enak makanan itu kan relatif. Kalo emang makanannya nggak enak di mulut juri, bisa kan pake kata-kata lebih membangun seperti &lt;i&gt;"Hari ini kamu tidak mengeluarkan kemampuan maksimal kamu"&lt;/i&gt; atau yang nyerempet, &lt;i&gt;"Makanan ini bisa lebih enak kalo kamu lebih maksimal ngerjainnya"&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ada tuh, satu juri yang bikin gue gemes banget tiap nonton acara ini. Kayaknya dia dibayar buat jadi juri yang galak, mungkin cerminannya Gordon Ramsay di versi Amerika. Emang sih, si Gordon Ramsay tuh galak, tapi galaknya tuh nggak dibuat-buat, di acara-acara lain macem &lt;i&gt;'Hell's Kitchen'&lt;/i&gt; juga dia emang udah galak macem begitu. Lah si juri cerminan Ramsay ini galaknya keliatan banget dibuat-buat. Dia tuh yang sering banget nyindir peserta, bahkan pas lagi masak, bikin pesertanya nggak PD. Terus kalo sesi icip-icip makanan, kritik pedas (dan tidak membangun) lagi-lagi sering keluar dari mulut dia. Sejauh ini menurut pandangan gue, kata favorit yang sering dilontarkan dari mulutnya adalah kata 'menjijikkan', &lt;i&gt;which is&lt;/i&gt; sangat membuat gue nggak nyaman karena kata 'menjijikkan' itu kan selama ini dipake untuk mendeskripsikan sesuatu yang jorok. Jadi menurut lo makanan peserta acara itu jorok, gitu? Masih untung ini acara TV. Kalo ini kehidupan nyata, mungkin juri itu udah disantet gara-gara orang nggak terima kata-katanya yang selalu bikin sakit hati.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Terus, pesertanya. Oke, emang sih peserta acara ini adalah orang-orang yang suka masak yang datang dari berbagai profesi. Makanya ada yang kerja jadi wiraswasta, arsitek, sampe &lt;i&gt;office boy&lt;/i&gt; juga masuk. Bukan itu yang mau gue kritik, yang mau gue kritik adalah banyaknya drama yang terjadi dari peserta acara lomba masak ini. Gue pernah nonton 1 episode dimana salah satu peserta makanannya nggak terlalu menarik di mata dan lidah para juri. Terus pas ditanya kenapa makanannya kurang enak, dia jawab (dengan tatapan menerawang dan muka sedih), "Saya hari ini kurang konsentrasi karena... karena ayah saya lagi masuk rumah sakit". Terus ada tayangan beberapa detik tentang betapa akrabnya hubungan dia dan bapaknya. Hello, gue nggak mau tau lah yaaa, drama-drama yang terjadi dalam kehidupan lo. Lagian ngapain juga sih nyorot permasalahan seseorang cuma buat naikin rating acara TV. Udah gitu kalo giliran masakannya mau dieksekusi, pasti udah ada yang nangis. Yah elah, masakannya belom dicicipin sama juri, si juri nyolot belom bilang "Masakan kamu menjijikkan, nggak enak!", dia udah mewek! Salah-salah itu air mata bisa masuk makanannya, bikin makanannya jadi asin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Udah gitu, makanannya. Walaupun ini makanan Indonesia, tapi entah kenapa kalo nonton acara ini gue nggak pernah pengen buat nyicipin makanan pesertanya. Anehnya, kalo di versi Amerika/Australia, gue bisa sampe ngiler-ngiler ngeliat makanan kreasi pesertanya, bahkan saking penasaran sama rasanya gue sampe bisa cari resepnya &lt;i&gt;online&lt;/i&gt; dan bikin sendiri. Yang versi Indonesia? Ngeliat pembuatannya aja udah ilfil gara-gara pesertanya rata-rata pada nggak bersih. Ada satu kontestan, cantik kayak model, tapi kalo masak....... buseeeet dah, gue nggak bisa bedain mana sampah sama mana bahan yang mau dimasak. Dari situ aja udah nggak menarik. Pas masakannya jadi, otomatis gue udah nggak mau nyicip karena pas masaknya aja udah amburadul begitu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kesimpulannya: Indonesia masih belom mampu bikin reality show standarisasi internasional yang nggak pake drama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-7849841589603577559?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/7849841589603577559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/05/dramasterchef-indonesia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/7849841589603577559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/7849841589603577559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/05/dramasterchef-indonesia.html' title='Dramasterchef Indonesia'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-3169405624619140063</id><published>2011-05-27T19:50:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T20:13:28.427+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishes are TRULY Prayers -_-</title><content type='html'>Emang bener ya, ada orang yang bilang "kata-kata adalah doa" dan bahasa Inggris &lt;i&gt;"Be careful of what you wish for"&lt;/i&gt;. Karena pengalaman gue hari ini benar-benar memberi kesan bahwa gue harus berhati-hati dengan apa yang gue bilang, karena bisa jadi apa yang gue bilang itu kejadian.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Flashback&lt;/i&gt; dulu ah ke minggu lalu, karena semuanya berasal dari sini. Minggu lalu, temen main gue dari SMA, si Indra, pulang ke Jakarta karena kampusnya lagi libur. Terus gue pikir itu adalah kesempatan yang tepat biar gue sama Indra bisa ketemu sama Rey buat ngomongin rencana &lt;i&gt;backpacking&lt;/i&gt; kami bulan Agustus. Jadi minggu kemaren gue bilang sama Indra, "Ndra, hari Selasa jemput Rey di kampusnya yuk, biar kita bisa &lt;i&gt;booking&lt;/i&gt; tiket pesawat/kereta dll nih!" Terus si Indra setuju. Abis dia bilang dia setuju, gue ngomong iseng, "Kali aja kalo lo ikut ke kampusnya Rey, gue bisa ketemu 'Edward Cullen'... Abisan setiap gue main ke kampus Rey, gue nggak pernah ketemu sama dia, liat dia sekelebat aja nggak pernah!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Siapa sangka kata-kata iseng gue itu berubah jadi bumerang buat gue?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hari ini, gue sama Indra pergi ke kampusnya Rey. Tadinya kan maunya hari Selasa, tapi hari Selasa si Rey pulang sore karena ada seminar skripsi, jadilah kita janjian hari Jumat. Gue sama Indra nunggu di spot yang lumayan sepi dan lumayan adem, terus disitu kita ngobrol-ngobrol nunggu si Rey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entah kenapa setiap gue main ke kampusnya Rey, koneksi internet di Giulietta selalu kacrut. Mau BBM, &lt;i&gt;pending&lt;/i&gt;. Mau buka Twitter, lama. Jadilah gue nggak bisa ngapa-ngapain. Terus si Indra nanya, "Kok si Rey bisa dapet sinyal sih?" Terus gue jawab, "Yaaa kelas dia kan di lantai atas Ndra, pasti ada banyak sinyal lah," sambil nunjuk ke belakang (arah gedung).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beberapa detik kemudian, si Indra nanya sambil senyum-senyum, "Jude, itu siapa tuh?" sambil nunjuk orang lagi lewat. Gue nengok....................... dan gue ngeliat 'Edward Cullen' lagi jalan dari arah yang barusan gue tunjuk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rasanya gue langsung membeku selama sedetik-dua detik. Gue otomatis mengeluarkan jargon gue waktu lagi kaget yaitu kata "&lt;i&gt;shit&lt;/i&gt;". Gue yakin suara gue cukup keras, karena itu termasuk gerak refleks, apalagi gue ngucapin kata itu berkali-kali. Si Indra mesem-mesem aja liat kelakuan gue yang (katanya) salting. Walaupun gue nggak ngeliat mukanya (karena mukanya ketutup sama rambut singanya yang semakin mengembang), tapi gue yakin banget itu si 'Edward Cullen' dari gaya jalan dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dan jahatnya si Indra pake manas-manasin segala, dia pake bilang "Gue panggil ya Jude?". Sialan. Pengen gue tonjok itu anak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waktu si 'Edward Cullen' lewat, waktu berasa langsung jadi kayak lambat banget. Sepanjang dia lewatin bangku gue itu gue cuma bisa berdoa dalam hati supaya jangan ada orang yang manggil dia dari belakang yang bikin dia nengok terus ngeliat gue disitu, lagi duduk bengong ngeliatin dia. Gue juga berdoa dalam hati supaya kuping dia 'ditulikan' sesaat supaya nggak bisa denger suara gue, dan rasa sensor dia dimatiin sesaat supaya dia nggak nyadar kalo ada gue lho, duduk sekitar 3 langkah jauhnya dari dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Terus? Ya udah. Gue biarin aja gitu dia jalan, tanpa manggil dia sekalipun. Ya emang gue nggak mau manggil. Emang gue nggak mau dia nyadar ada keberadaan gue disekitar situ. Waktu ngeliat dia itu, seolah-olah gue ditutupin sama &lt;i&gt;invisibility cloak&lt;/i&gt; punya Harry Potter :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yah, kembali ke inti awal. Jangan pernah ngomong sesuatu yang &lt;i&gt;most likely&lt;/i&gt; akan kejadian. Kalo bagus, mending. Lah kalo jelek? Bisa nyesel seumur idup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tambah lagi, pas pulang si Rey bikin takut gue aja. Gue sama dia lagi ngobrol soal kejadian-kejadian kebetulan yang aneh tapi nyata, terus gue iseng-iseng nyeletuk, "Tuh kayak tadi gue ketemu 'Edward Cullen', aneh tapi nyata kan. Aneh: setiap gue main ke kampus lo sendirian gue nggak pernah ketemu dia. Tapi yang ini nyata bok." Si Rey cuma menjawab dengan kata-kata misterius, "Jude, gue percaya kalo nggak ada suatu hal yang kebetulan. Pasti semua udah ada yang ngatur dan ada pelajaran yang terkandung dari kejadian itu. Mungkin peristiwa lo ketemu 'Edward Cullen' ini adalah pintu dari berbagai hal yang bakal lo temui di hari mendatang. Atau mungkin lo bisa tahu jawaban dari peristiwa hari ini tuh sekitar 3-4 tahun kemudian." Gue lagi-lagi iseng, ngerespon, "Maksud lo, bisa jadi habis ketemu dia sekarang, gue bakal sering-sering ketemu dia kalo main ke kampus lo, gitu?" Terus si Rey makin nakutin, "Yaaaa, mungkin aja."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tampang gue langsung: -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Udah ah, gue mau nonton video klip Taylor Swift yang '&lt;i&gt;The Story of Us&lt;/i&gt;'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-3169405624619140063?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/3169405624619140063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/05/wishes-are-truly-prayers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/3169405624619140063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/3169405624619140063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/05/wishes-are-truly-prayers.html' title='Wishes are TRULY Prayers -_-'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-1511938838127188325</id><published>2011-05-25T14:37:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T15:18:48.034+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Belajar Tentang Ras versus Menjadi Rasis</title><content type='html'>Kalo lo masih termasuk orang berpikiran sempit dan nggak mau buka wawasan, mending nggak usah baca tulisan gue ini.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bukan, tulisan gue kali ini bukan untuk menyebarkan rasisme terhadap satu suku/agama/ras tertentu. Melainkan gue mau menunjukkan kepada orang-orang lain kalo yang namanya 'belajar tentang ras' itu bukan harus selalu menjadi rasis.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ceritanya begini. Kemaren gue ngisi diskusi di &lt;i&gt;timeline&lt;/i&gt; @Potensi2011 (&lt;i&gt;follow&lt;/i&gt; ya!) tentang tema yang menurut gue cukup menarik, yaitu 'Sejarah Migrasi Orang Cina ke Indonesia'. Gue sengaja pilih topik itu sebagai topik bahasan diantara puluhan topik yang udah disediain, karena mengingat di jurusan gue, gue lumayan vokal dan lumayan mendalami materi tentang etnisitas Tionghoa di Indonesia. Jadi gue pikir kalo gue ngisi diskusi ini, nggak usah butuh terlalu banyak buku bacaan atau tab internet yang dibuka, karena 70% materi di diskusi ini gue hafal diluar kepala.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sekitar jam 7 malem, gue mulai buka forum. Gue jelasin tuh proses gimana orang Tionghoa mulai dateng ke Indonesia, kehidupan orang Tionghoa pada masa penjajahan Belanda, Jepang, Indonesia merdeka, sampe diskriminasi orang Tionghoa di masa Orde Baru dan perbaikan di era Reformasi. &lt;i&gt;So far&lt;/i&gt;, responnya cukup bagus, banyak yang nge-RT, bahkan nanya-nanya tentang etnis Tionghoa di Indonesia. Banyak juga yang cukup kaget sama fakta-fakta yang gue kasih, diantaranya adalah fakta bahwa sebenarnya PKI itu adalah partai komunis terbesar di Asia dan mereka nggak mau terima suruhan dari negara komunis Cina (di tahun 1960-an).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Di segmen terakhir, gue sengaja bikin agak spesial karena gue mau menjawab pertanyaan salah satu &lt;i&gt;follower &lt;/i&gt;yang nanya, &lt;b&gt;"Jelasin dong kenapa terjadi diskriminasi terhadap orang Tionghoa di Indonesia?"&lt;/b&gt;. Karena gue pikir penjelasan tentang itu nggak bisa cuma dirangkap jadi satu-dua &lt;i&gt;tweet&lt;/i&gt;, gue jadi bikin satu segmen yang agak panjang untuk menjelaskan awal-awal dari rasa &lt;i&gt;insecure&lt;/i&gt; orang Indonesia pribumi terhadap orang pendatang (terutama orang Tionghoa) dan praktek diskriminasi yang nyatanya memang pernah terjadi di Indonesia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Satu &lt;i&gt;tweet&lt;/i&gt;, dua &lt;i&gt;tweet&lt;/i&gt;, tiga&lt;i&gt; tweet&lt;/i&gt;... Masih aman. Bahkan ada satu &lt;i&gt;follower&lt;/i&gt; yang dengan baiknya mau ngebantuin gue ngasih fakta-fakta tentang penyebab diskriminasi orang Tionghoa di &lt;i&gt;mention&lt;/i&gt; gue, dan gue RT otomatis &lt;i&gt;tweet&lt;/i&gt; dia biar bisa diliat sama orang banyak. Beberapa orang juga banyak yang ngasih pertanyaan/tanggapan dengan nada positif, jadi gue jawab dengan positif juga. Ada juga orang yang kayaknya mau ngejawab gue dengan nada diskriminatif tapi masih agak sopan, contohnya ada yang nanya, "Wah berarti nanti gue nggak dapet jatah dong?" (menanggapi tweet gue yang bilang kalo dulu ada kecenderungan PTN untuk membatasi jumlah calon mahasiswa turunan Tionghoa) dan gue jawab, "Bersaing secara sehat, dong. Mereka kan orang Indonesia juga, mereka lahir disini juga kan?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pas gue udah mau nutup sesi diskusi malam itu, tiba-tiba ada dua orang 'sok rasis', begitu gue bilang, nge-&lt;i&gt;tweet&lt;/i&gt; gue dengan kata-kata yang luar biasa subyektif. Yang satu nge-&lt;i&gt;tweet&lt;/i&gt; begini, &lt;i&gt;"Menurut saya, kata-kata anda telah membuka lembaran buruk tentang rasialisme terhadap orang Tionghoa. Lebih baik anda berhenti sekarang."&lt;/i&gt; Yang satu lagi lebih nyolot, &lt;i&gt;"Tweet anda malam ini sangat provokatif!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Njir. Gila. Gue kaget. Langsung sebel, kaget, bingung, semua campur-aduk. Gue kembali ngeliat tweets yang barusan gue pajang. Enggak, sepengelihatan gue nggak ada yang berbau rasialis atau provokatif atau diskriminatif, seperti yang orang-orang ini bilang. Gue nanya ke beberapa orang keturunan Tionghoa di akun pribadi gue, apakah &lt;i&gt;tweets&lt;/i&gt; gue di Potensi malam itu berbau rasial, dan mereka semua jawab nggak ada yang salah dengan&lt;i&gt; tweets&lt;/i&gt; gue, apalagi sampe berbau rasial segala.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Akhirnya dengan menahan gondok, sebel, pengen ngebacok dan lain-lain, gue ngebales &lt;i&gt;tweets&lt;/i&gt; dua orang sok rasis itu dengan kata-kata yang sama: &lt;b&gt;"Maaf, saya hanya menjawab pertanyaan dari beberapa orang tentang penyebab diskriminasi kaum Tionghoa yang pernah terjadi di Indonesia. Kami mohon maaf jika anda merasa tersinggung."&lt;/b&gt; Terus gue nutup diskusi malem itu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gila. &lt;i&gt;I've never been so furious before while conducting a discussion in Potensi 2011. &lt;/i&gt;Gue langsung ngeluarin uneg-uneg di &lt;i&gt;group&lt;/i&gt; BBM panitia Potensi, nyuruh mereka semua liat &lt;i&gt;tweets&lt;/i&gt; gue, dan sekali lagi meyakinkan diri gue APAKAH ADA &lt;i&gt;TWEETS&lt;/i&gt; GUE YANG BERBAU RASIALIS? Dan mereka semua kompak menjawab, "Enggak. Justru &lt;i&gt;tweets&lt;/i&gt; lo sangat membuka wawasan tentang sebuah etnis yang cukup banyak keturunannya di Indonesia."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oke. Cukup cerita yang kemaren. Sekarang gue mau nanya sama diri sendiri dan sama kita semua: apakah belajar tentang ras bisa lama-lama membuat kita menjadi rasis?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Menurut gue, nggak. Justru, belajar salah satu etnis/ras, membuat kita semakin menghargai perbedaan, bukannya memaksa untuk menyatukan perbedaan-perbedaan tersebut. Kalo lo mau memutuskan untuk menjadi rasis terhadap suatu etnis, lebih baik lo belajar dulu deh tentang etnis tersebut, baru lo bisa memutuskan mau jadi rasis terhadap mereka apa nggak. &lt;i&gt;Most importantly:&lt;/i&gt; lo ngerti nggak sih arti rasis yang sesungguhnya? Emangnya kalo seseorang ngomong tentang etnis tertentu, bisa langsung lo kategorikan jadi sesuatu yang rasis? Nih ya, gue tunjukkin kalo rasis tuh contoh ngomongnya kayak gini:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;"Eh, gue benci banget deh sama suku X. Dia tuh cuma pendatang tapi masa lebih maju daripada gue sih!" &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;THAT'S WHAT YOU CALL RACISM.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Masa gue ngomong tentang suatu etnis tertentu, dengan tidak menjelek-jelekkan apalagi menghina etnis tersebut, langsung dicap rasis? Yang rasis tuh lo apa gue jadinya? Heran gue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yang paling menyedihkan adalah kata-kata 'rasis' yang ditujukan ke gue itu datangnya dari orang muda. Orang muda, yang harusnya belajar untuk menghargai perbedaan. Orang muda, yang seharusnya tahu perbedaan kalimat rasis dan bukan rasis. Orang muda, yang tahu definisi pasti dari kata 'rasis'. Orang muda, yang hidupnya udah berdampingan sama orang-orang dengan beda agama, ras dan suku. Dikatain rasis oleh orang muda Indonesia membuka mata gue bahwa masih banyak orang di Indonesia, terutama generasi muda, yang nggak bisa bedain mana kata-kata rasis dan mana kata-kata yang menguak sebuah fakta tentang praktek diskriminasi yang dulu pernah dilakukan kepada saudara-saudara kita sesama orang Indonesia. Dan itu adalah tugas gue untuk mencelikkan mata orang-orang &lt;i&gt;so-called&lt;/i&gt; buta ini untuk berpikir dua kali kalo mau ngecap seseorang dengan cap RASIS di jidatnya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pagi harinya (hari ini), gue iseng-iseng buka akun @Potensi2011 terus gue ngeliat &lt;i&gt;mention&lt;/i&gt;, apa ada &lt;i&gt;mention&lt;/i&gt; baru yang masuk. Ternyata setelah diskusi semalem gue tutup, &lt;i&gt;followers &lt;/i&gt;jadi nambah, dan lumayan banyak orang yang masih RT diskusi sebelomnya. Terus gue nemuin &lt;i&gt;mention&lt;/i&gt; dari salah satu orang 'sok rasis' tadi, yang bilang kalo dia merasa &lt;i&gt;tweets&lt;/i&gt; gue itu MASIH berbau rasialis (setelah gue balas lho).&lt;i&gt; What the fuck&lt;/i&gt;. Gue nggak jawab, karena toh diskusi itu emang udah kadaluwarsa, tapi gue iseng buka &lt;i&gt;timeline&lt;/i&gt; orang itu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Orang itu ternyata keturunan Tionghoa. Sama seperti gue. Rasanya, kalo diskusi itu gue adakan di akun sendiri, pengen gue bales &lt;i&gt;mention &lt;/i&gt;dia dan bilang, &lt;i&gt;"Saya juga ada keturunan Tionghoa. Apa iya menurut anda saya akan bersikap rasis terhadap nenek moyang saya sendiri?"&lt;/i&gt; Kan nggak mungkin di akun Potensi, sebelom gue nge-&lt;i&gt;tweet&lt;/i&gt;, gue ngasih tau orang kalo yang nge-&lt;i&gt;tweet&lt;/i&gt; ini ada keturunan Tionghoa-nya. Nggak penting banget, kan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Intinya, gue cuma mau bilang kalo belajar tentang ras tertentu tidak harus menjadi rasis. Harusnya kalian bisa membedakan jenis kalimat bernada rasialis/diskriminatif dengan kalimat yang membuka fakta tentang praktek rasisme itu sendiri. Sekian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-1511938838127188325?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/1511938838127188325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/05/belajar-tentang-ras-versus-menjadi.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/1511938838127188325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/1511938838127188325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/05/belajar-tentang-ras-versus-menjadi.html' title='Belajar Tentang Ras versus Menjadi Rasis'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-1690332884589179753</id><published>2011-05-23T21:05:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T21:16:13.883+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uno, Dos, Tres</title><content type='html'>Bloghopping to &lt;a href="http://babyskiffie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mariska's blog&lt;/a&gt; and I found this survey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.What do you like most about your home town ?&lt;br /&gt;• The foods and the atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Who was your favorite friend growing up ?&lt;br /&gt;• I even forget who my growing up friends are...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.What was your favorite childhood activity ?&lt;br /&gt;• Playing with miniature toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.What was your best christmas that you remember ?&lt;br /&gt;• Probably 3 years ago because I got a prezzie from my boyfriend (now ex)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Who was your favorite teacher ?&lt;br /&gt;• Ma'am Evie and Mr Kuncoro! How I miss my high school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.What was your favorite meal at school or to get in your lunch ?&lt;br /&gt;• Seafood fried rice or meatballs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.What was your favorite school subject ?&lt;br /&gt;• English and History - both seems to be my strength nowadays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.What was your favorite school trip ?&lt;br /&gt;• 12th grade retreat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.What is your favorite month ?&lt;br /&gt;• June and December just because it's holiday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.What is your favorite season ?&lt;br /&gt;• Autumn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.What is your favorite animal ?&lt;br /&gt;• I have this weird obsession to turtles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.What is your favorite style e.g. goth , emo , punk , trendy ?&lt;br /&gt;• Casual. I dress whatever I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.What is your favorite theme park ?&lt;br /&gt;• Disneyland of course!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.What is your favorite theme park ride ?&lt;br /&gt;• Roller coaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.what is your favorite TAKE AWAY food ?&lt;br /&gt;• McDonalds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.What is your favorite item of technology ?&lt;br /&gt;• iPod, iPad, iMac... Whatever begins with an 'i'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.What piece of technology would you love to own ?&lt;br /&gt;• An iMac!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.What type of car would you like to own ?&lt;br /&gt;• Vintage VW beetle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be ?&lt;br /&gt;• NEW YORK. DEFINITELY HAS TO BE NEW YORK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.What is your favorite smell ?&lt;br /&gt;• CK one summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.What is your favorite method of transport e.g. train , plane car ?&lt;br /&gt;• Plane... Faster and much more comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.What is your favorite band ?&lt;br /&gt;• Muse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.What is your favorite item of clothing ?&lt;br /&gt;• T-shirts. I have zillions of them in my closet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.What is your favorite alcoholic beverage ?&lt;br /&gt;• Definitely Heineken beer... And also old red wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.What is your favorite non alcoholic beverage ?&lt;br /&gt;• Milkshake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.Who is your favorite comedian ?&lt;br /&gt;• Adam Sandler FTW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.What is your favorite soap opera?&lt;br /&gt;• none. Like, ewwww, do people still watch them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.What is your favorite major television show e.g. LOST , DH ?&lt;br /&gt;• Glee and Grey's Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.Do you prefer recording to VCR , DVD or HDD ?&lt;br /&gt;• DVD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.Do you want television to digitally switch over ?&lt;br /&gt;• Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.Are you afraid of spiders ?&lt;br /&gt;• Not that I count of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.Are you afraid or snakes ?&lt;br /&gt;• Not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33.Are you afraid of anything silly e.g. socks ?&lt;br /&gt;• I'm globophobic (afraid of balloons). Yes I know that's kinda lame...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.Are you against things you dont understand e.g. homophobic?&lt;br /&gt;• Nope. Why should anyone be homophobic, duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.Are you afraid of the recession ?&lt;br /&gt;• I kinda not affected to that issue so I don't really give a damn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36.Do you worry about how people perceive you ?&lt;br /&gt;• I perceive people, not them. *evil grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37.Do you enjoy your job ?&lt;br /&gt;• College student? Fuck no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38.Do you grit your teeth when people make a comment to you or do you speak up ?&lt;br /&gt;• I speak up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39.Do you prefer hot or cold weather ?&lt;br /&gt;• Cold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40.Do you wear no coat even if its freezing ?&lt;br /&gt;• I wear jackets. Wearing long coat in Indonesia is a social suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41.If you couldn't have children would you adopt?&lt;br /&gt;• Maybe... Due to the fact that I hate kids :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42.If you were going to die ( morbid i know ) would you donate your money to a charity if there was no one else to give it to ?&lt;br /&gt;• Of course. We don't bring our wealth to the grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43.Are you a tea or coffee person ?&lt;br /&gt;• Coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44.What is your favorite holiday eg halloween , xmas , easter?&lt;br /&gt;• Christmas coz I get tons of prezzies and money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45.Do you prefer Disney or Warner Bros ?&lt;br /&gt;• Disney all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46.Do you like your appearance at this moment ?&lt;br /&gt;• Nope. Greasy face is not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47.Would you have plastic surgery ?&lt;br /&gt;• I hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48.Would you want to be a celebrity ?&lt;br /&gt;• I don't. I'm more of a backstage person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49.Would you appear on Big Brother ?&lt;br /&gt;• THAT IS THE LEAST THING I WANT TO DO ON EARTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50.Would you pass on this tag ?&lt;br /&gt;• Anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-1690332884589179753?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/1690332884589179753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/05/uno-dos-tres.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/1690332884589179753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/1690332884589179753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/05/uno-dos-tres.html' title='Uno, Dos, Tres'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-2720468919577835884</id><published>2011-05-09T19:33:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T20:07:20.100+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sedikit Curhatan Karena Pengen Mengeluh</title><content type='html'>Gue emang jarang banget mengeluh secara terang-terangan, tapi ada kalanya saat gue merasa bahwa perasaan sebel gue ke sesuatu atau seseorang udah ada di ambang batas... Dan sekarang sepertinya udah melebihi ambang batas. Dan kali ini gue akan sedikit curhat tentang seseorang yang belakangan ini gue jauhin. Tau deh, dia ngeh apa nggak.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jadi begini... Dia salah satu temen kuliah gue. Temen main, bahkan. Sebut aja namanya si H. Gue sama si H udah temenan dari semester 2. Pas semester 1 emang udah deket sih, tapi jarang main bareng karena si H lebih deket sama temen-temennya yang lain. Baru pas semester 2 kita jadi suka main bareng sama 2 temen gue lainnya, sebut aja T dan F.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;By the way&lt;/i&gt;, si H ini cowok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dari luar, si H ini emang anaknya seru banget. Pantesan aja dia punya banyak temen di kampus, bahkan sepertinya kalo lagi jalan bareng dia, selalu aja ada anak yang nyapa dia. Terus kalo jalan bareng dia juga seru, soalnya anaknya bener-bener &lt;i&gt;fun&lt;/i&gt; dan asyik banget buat diajak seneng-seneng. Tapi entah kenapa belakangan ini kok malah sifat jeleknya yang banyak keluar. Tadinya gue kira cuma gue doang yang ngerasa begini, ternyata temen main dia yaitu si T juga ngerasa hal yang sama kayak gue. Mau tahu kenapa gue dan T belakangan ini ngerasa rada kesel sama si H? Berikut akan gue jelaskan lewat beberapa poin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peringatan: Kalo sebel sama tipe-tipe orang macem begini, mending langsung di-&lt;i&gt;close&lt;/i&gt; aja. Daripada gue bikin kalian sebel dan gemes sendiri.&lt;i&gt; You've been warned, guys.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Orangnya nggak mau tau&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Terutama soal tugas. Anaknya bener-bener nggak mau tau, kesannya kayak gue atau temen-temennya yang lain bakal langsung ngasih tau dia soal tugas. Misalnya gini deh, di satu mata kuliah X, si H nggak masuk, sementara gue, T dan F masuk. Nah, begitu ketemu si H, dia tuh nggak bakal nanya "Eh gimana kuliah X tadi, ada tugas apa nggak?". Gue yakin kalo gue nggak cukup baik buat ngingetin dia duluan kalo ada tugas, pasti dia gak bakal nyadar kalo di mata kuliah X itu sebenernya ada tugas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;H, &lt;i&gt;let me remind you&lt;/i&gt;, gimana kalo lo masuk kelas yang nggak ada temennya. Apa lo bakal diem-diem aja, gitu? Emangnya temen lo bakal selalu ada di belakang lo dan ingetin lo soal tugas, UTS, UAS, dan lain-lain? Gimana lo bisa diandelin dalam hidup kalo kerjaan lo cuma ngandelin orang lain doang?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Nggak punya kemauan buat ngerjain tugas sendiri&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anaknya selalu ngikut gue atau temen-temennya yang lain. Misalnya di mata kuliah Y, tugas akhirnya adalah disuruh bikin makalah. Malah dia yang minta pendapat gue, cocoknya dia ngebahas tema apa buat makalah mata kuliah Y. Kalo udah gue kasih, dia cuma iya iya doang, ujung-ujungnya nggak dikerjain. Sekarang lagi ada kejadian kayak begini, dan gue sama si T nggak pernah nyinggung apa-apa soal makalah ke si H ini, biar dia sadar sendiri aja kalo ada tugas makalah yang belom dia bikin sama sekali.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ini anak sama sekali nggak punya &lt;i&gt;effort&lt;/i&gt; untuk ngerjain sebuah kerjaan sendirian. Harus ada dorongan atau suruhan dari orang laen, baru dia mau. Heran gue... Kalo kayak gini terus, gimana lo bisa jadi &lt;i&gt;leader&lt;/i&gt; di kehidupan nanti?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. COMEL.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ya, comel. &lt;i&gt;Did I mention that H was a guy?&lt;/i&gt; Kenapa dia cowok tapi dia comel? Entahlah... Emang sih, anaknya kecewek-cewekan. Padahal dia sangat &lt;i&gt;deny&lt;/i&gt; kalo ada orang bilang dia ngondek. Tapi di mata gue, &lt;i&gt;sorry to say&lt;/i&gt;, dia emang kelihatan seperti itu. Kenapa gue bisa bilang dia comel? Karena dia sangat norak. Misalnya gue bilang sama dia, "Eh si (masukkan nama disini) itu lucu ya." Terus dia nganggep itu adalah hal yang sangat besar, jadi tiap orang yang gue bilang lucu itu lewat, dia selalu ngeledekin gue. Apalagi kalo ternyata dia kenal sama orang itu, beuh, bisa makin lebay lagi itu anak. Padahal sebenernya gue cuma suka ngeliatin orang itu, dan nggak pengen kenalan atau apalagi ngegebet. Cuma ngeliatin doang udah bikin dia lebay, apalagi kalo gue beneran ngegebet? That's why I call him comel, dan sejak gue sadar akan hal itu, gue nggak pernah ngomong lagi ke dia kalo ada anak kampus yang lucu atau ganteng di mata gue. Gara-gara dia yang comel pula, gue harus bohong sama T dan F tentang perasaan gue ke seseorang (jelas gue bohong, karena gue susah banget ngomong jujur kalo si H ini ada).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Bakat &lt;i&gt;copycat&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bukan baju sih yang diikutin, tapi lebih ke nada bicara dan kata-kata yang sering gue ucapin. Gue adalah orang yang sarkastik dan kalo gue ngomong kadang bisa penuh dengan kata makian dalam bahasa Inggris. DIIKUTIN LHO sama dia, padahal dia tau kalo kayak gitu tuh nggak baik. Halo? Bisa nyari identitas diri sendiri kan, mas? Bisa nggak usah ngikutin kata-kata yang sering gue ucapin kan, mas? Bukan cuma itu doang. Kadang kalo gue ngucapin/ngelakuin sesuatu, dia kayak langsung ngulang apa yang gue ucapin/lakuin, kayak pengen ngerasain ngomong/ngelakuin itu doang. Terus kalo lagi lebay, bisa diulang berulang kali. Bikin gue gengges banget ngeliat tingkahnya yang kayak anak-anak itu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sebenernya sih ada banyak lagi sifat dia yang belakangan ini muncul ke permukaan dan bikin gue gerah, tapi kayaknya 4 diatas tuh sifat yang sering dia munculin deh. Mungkin setelah baca tulisan ini kalian akan bertanya, "Kenapa lo nggak ngomong langsung aja, Jude?" &lt;i&gt;Which concludes to the final point:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Orangnya susah buat dibilangin/diajarin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gue adalah tipe orang yang frontal, kalo gue nggak suka, gue bakal bilang langsung gue nggak suka. Dan gue udah sering ngomong sama ini anak tentang apa yang harus dia ubah, menurut pandangan gue. Mau tau reaksinya apa? Dia ngeliatin gue dengan tatapan nggak tertarik terus cuma jawab, "Iya iya iya", sambil melengos. Terus ujung-ujungnya gue disindir-sindir. Apaan banget deh. Contoh lain, dia ikut di asosiasi tenis yang sama kayak gue, dan kami berdua emang nggak terlalu bisa main. Tapi gue mau belajar. Lah dia? Kerjaannya cuma petantang-petenteng setiap latihan, ngeliatin orang, sama sekali nggak mau belajar main tenis. Kalo diajarin, tampangnya langsung kesel dan bilang "Ya gue kan cuma mau jadi penggembira doang kok!" Gue heran, sebenernya yang dia lakuin secara tulus tuh apa sih.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ya, segitu aja deh keluhan gue hari ini. Percayalah, kalo itu orang gampang buat ditegur, nggak bakalan gue curhat di blog publik macam begini. Sekian dan semoga minggu kalian lancar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-2720468919577835884?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/2720468919577835884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/05/sedikit-curhatan-karena-pengen-mengeluh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/2720468919577835884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/2720468919577835884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/05/sedikit-curhatan-karena-pengen-mengeluh.html' title='Sedikit Curhatan Karena Pengen Mengeluh'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-7925269910684231407</id><published>2011-05-08T17:00:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T17:53:04.553+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ilmu Traveling</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"Seandainya di universitas gue ada jurusan 'Ilmu Traveling'. Untuk skripsi, tugasnya disuruh bikin laporan perjalanan ke negara manapun yang kita pengen, gratis."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yak, barusan adalah angan-angan liar kedua gue yang gue tulis di akun Twitter pribadi. Angan-angan liar pertama gue tulis sekitar dua jam lalu, yaitu: "Seandainya gue punya mesin waktu, gue bakal minta tinggal di &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Weltevreden*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; abad ke-19".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keren kali ya, kalo ada universitas yang menawarkan jurusan seunik dan sekeren itu. Oke, emang sih ada sekolah tinggi pariwisata, atau universitas yang nawarin program pariwisata dan perhotelan, tapi jelas-jelas 'pariwisata' dan&lt;i&gt; 'traveling'&lt;/i&gt; itu kan sesuatu yang beda. Dari nama dan jumlah hurufnya aja udah beda. Kalo di jurusan pariwisata, mungkin cuma diajarin seluk-beluk kepariwisataan, sejarah tentang sebuah negara/kota, tetek-bengek lain yang diperlukan buat orang yang pengen terjun ke dalam dunia &lt;i&gt;tourism&lt;/i&gt;. Tapi di ilmu &lt;i&gt;traveling&lt;/i&gt;, pasti akan diajarin gimana cara bertahan hidup selama lo berada di negeri orang, bahkan dalam keadaan seminim apapun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yah, kalo ada orang yang nanya gue pengen kerja jadi apa, gue selalu jawab "Apapun yang berkaitan dengan jalan-jalan."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gue rasa, darah &lt;i&gt;traveler&lt;/i&gt; gue menurun dari oma gue, yang dulunya adalah seorang &lt;i&gt;tour leader&lt;/i&gt;. Konon, dulu dia punya &lt;i&gt;travel agent&lt;/i&gt; yang memungkinkan dia untuk pergi ke luar negeri dua kali setahun, GRATIS pula, sayangnya &lt;i&gt;travel agent&lt;/i&gt; itu harus tutup di tahun gue lahir (sial di gue). Sampe sekarang oma gue tetep semangat kalo diajak jalan-jalan, hanya saja dia udah jarang pergi ke luar negeri lagi. Terus, ditambah lagi sekarang bokap gue yang kerjanya selalu nemplok di daerah manapun di kawasan Indonesia setiap bulan - dia sering banget bikin gue sirik dengan status BBM-nya yang kadang bertuliskan "Palu", "Manado", "Aceh", bahkan dia mengklaim udah pergi hampir ke seluruh Indonesia, kecuali Papua. Kerjaan macam apa tuh, enak banget!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sejak kecil, gue udah diajarin oma gue tentang gimana cara jadi tukang jalan-jalan yang baik dan benar. Gue inget banget tuh, waktu itu umur 5 tahun, dan kami sekeluarga pergi jalan-jalan ke Ujung Pandang (sekarang Makassar). Di &lt;i&gt;airport&lt;/i&gt;, setelah dapet kertas &lt;i&gt;boarding pass&lt;/i&gt;, gue diajarin oma gue gimana cara baca &lt;i&gt;gate&lt;/i&gt; tempat kita nunggu pesawat, nanti di pesawat dapet tempat duduk nomer berapa, dan lain-lain. Dia juga ngajarin gue untuk selalu lihat papan penunjuk jalan di &lt;i&gt;airport&lt;/i&gt;, biar nggak kesasar sendiri. Sejak itu, gue selalu jadi orang yang jalannya paling cepat di &lt;i&gt;airport&lt;/i&gt; untuk jadi penunjuk jalan orang lain yang serombongan sama gue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Believe it or not,&lt;/i&gt; gue sampe sekarang selalu jadi orang yang jalannya paling cepat, &lt;i&gt;when it comes to airports.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pertama kali gue ke luar negeri adalah ke Negeri Kanguru alias Australia, di umur yang sama yaitu 5 tahun. Nggak banyak yang bisa gue inget dari perjalanan gue saat itu (kecuali bagian dimana gue sakit flu di Adelaide gara-gara sok-sokan minta pergi ke pantai padahal waktu itu lagi musim dingin dan bagian waktu gue nonton pencukuran bulu domba), jadi marilah kita &lt;i&gt;skip&lt;/i&gt; cerita ini (terus ngapain gue tulis dong?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nah, sampe gue umur 15 tahun, setiap perjalanan domestik atau internasional yang gue ikuti adalah perjalanan keluarga. Di umur 16 tahun, gue pergi jalan-jalan ke Bali sama temen-temen SMA gue dan sama anak-anak OSIS (padahal gue bukan anak OSIS). Dari situ gue mulai tertarik sama jalan-jalan dengan teman, apalagi sendirian. Gue merasa kalo pergi sama teman itu sangat mempertajam sisi kemandirian kita. Kalo sama keluarga kan apa-apa bisa dibayarin keluarga, mulai dari oleh-oleh sampe akomodasi selama disana. Tapi kalo pergi sama teman-teman, kita harus tanggung jawab sendiri, berapa uang yang bakal kita habisin selama pergi liburan itu. Juga kita bisa lebih bertanggung jawab soal &lt;i&gt;time management&lt;/i&gt;. Waktu gue pergi ke Bali, ada satu temen gue yang setiap malem kerjaannya dugem melulu, tapi kalo pagi susah banget dibangunin. Ada juga yang kalo jalan ke tempat wisata, pasti dia ngilang pergi entah kemana, tapi kalo udah mau balik dia bisa ngumpul bareng rombongan lagi. Itu yang gue sebut dengan &lt;i&gt;time management&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waktu gue umur 18 tahun, gue memutuskan untuk melakukan sesuatu yang agak gila di umur gue saat itu: pergi &lt;i&gt;traveling&lt;/i&gt; sendirian. Mending kalo gue rencanain dari jauh-jauh hari, ini gue rencanain sebulan sebelum pergi! Waktu itu gue lagi dalam masa patah hati (cie ileeeehhh), terus gue ngerasa boseeeen banget sama kehidupan gue. Dan tiba-tiba ada semacam malaikat yang mengingatkan gue kalo bokap gue pernah bilang, "Lo mau pergi kemana bilang aja sama gue, nanti gue bayarin ongkosnya". NAAAAH. Karena kata-kata dia itulah, makanya gue nekad minta izin sama bokap untuk jalan-jalan singkat selama 3 hari ke Singapura, sendirian. Gue kira si bokap bakal nanya dari A sampe Z, ternyata dia malah langsung OK aja gitu. Gimana gue nggak mau kegirangan, coba? Walaupun harus bayar lebih dari 1 juta untuk tiket pesawat, tapi gue berhasil jalan-jalan ke negeri orang dan sendirian pula, walaupun masih dekat sama Indonesia. Di liburan singkat 3 hari 2 malam itu, gue mengunjungi berbagai museum di Singapura, yang ternyata jauh lebih bagus daripada museum-museum Indonesia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sejak itu, gue mulai semangat untuk bisa pergi sendiri. Entah kenapa gue lebih suka pergi secara mandiri, daripada ikutan paket &lt;i&gt;tour&lt;/i&gt; yang menjamur di Indonesia. Males banget nggak sih, hidup lo di negara tersebut ada di tangan seorang &lt;i&gt;tour leader&lt;/i&gt; yang dengan niat luar biasa ngebangunin lo pagi-pagi, nganter-nganter lo ke tempat wisata cuma buat foto-foto, nganter lo ke tempat belanja buat soping-soping, terus pulang ke hotel, tidur, dan siklus yang sama akan berulang selama lo ikutan paket &lt;i&gt;tour&lt;/i&gt;. Mendingan lo atur sendiri lo mau kemana, tinggal dimana, berapa hari perginya, dengan begitu lo akan lebih menghargai uang dan waktu, bukan? Kalo kebingungan mau pergi kemana di negara tersebut, tinggal datang ke salah satu hotel berbintang, mereka biasanya punya program &lt;i&gt;city tour&lt;/i&gt;, terus ikutan deh. Waktu juga nggak banyak terbuang, karena &lt;i&gt;city tour&lt;/i&gt; punya waktu luang yang lebih banyak daripada &lt;i&gt;tour&lt;/i&gt; terikat dari negara asal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Selama gue hidup, berarti gue udah 4 kali jalan-jalan sendirian - ke Bali, ke Singapura dua kali, dan ke Hong Kong (walaupun di HK ujung-ujungnya nyusul nyokap dan adik-adik, tapi gue pergi dan pulang dari sana sendirian). Dan gue sangat nagih dengan acara pergi sendirian ini. Seru banget! Keseruannya bisa dibilang hampir sama dengan kalo lo pergi jalan-jalan rame-rame dengan temen-temen lo. Nggak serunya itu, lo nggak bisa sering foto-foto narsis karena pasti susah megang kamera sendiri, hehehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sebagai penutup tulisan gue kali ini, gue pengen nulis 10 tempat yang harus gue kunjungi sebelum gue meninggal (sebenernya nggak cuma 10, tapi ini 10 teratasnya dan dalam urutan acak):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Melbourne, Australia&lt;/b&gt; - kota idaman sejak gue kelas 3 SD, gue lagi nabung biar akhir tahun depan bisa pergi kesana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Labuan Bajo, Flores&lt;/b&gt; - terinspirasi dari cerita mbak Trinity, apalagi gue cinta sama pantai, ya jadinya kebelet banget pengen pergi kesini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Wakatobi, Sulawesi Tenggara &lt;/b&gt;- sama dengan alasan diatas, dan gue pengen ngerasain &lt;i&gt;snorkeling&lt;/i&gt; disana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Tokyo, Jepang&lt;/b&gt; - gue pengen naik Shinkansen, sesimpel itu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. London, Inggris&lt;/b&gt; - gue pengen mewujudkan imajinasi gue: duduk di salah satu &lt;i&gt;coffee shop&lt;/i&gt; tua di London di sebuah musim dingin dan ngeliatin orang lewat sambil nyeruput kopi hangat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Forks, Seattle&lt;/b&gt; - ya, kebawa suasana film &lt;i&gt;'Twilight'&lt;/i&gt; sih, tapi gue kepengen banget ngerasain hujan yang nggak berhenti disini, karena gue cinta hujan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Afrika Selatan&lt;/b&gt; - setelah nonton salah satu episode &lt;i&gt;'The Amazing Race'&lt;/i&gt;, kok kayaknya tempat ini menarik banget yah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. Israel &lt;/b&gt;- salah satu negara yang doyan konflik, tapi gue pengen mengunjungi negara ini, walaupun satu-satunya cara adalah ikut biro perjalanan religius.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. Paris, Perancis&lt;/b&gt; - walaupun gue nggak romantis, tapi rasanya pengen nyari cerita romantis sendiri di kota romantis ini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. Washington DC, Amerika Serikat&lt;/b&gt; - penasaran banget sama kota yang katanya didesain sesuai dengan arsitektur Masonic, apa benar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;*weltevreden: Daerah sekitar Medan Merdeka abad ke-19.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S.: Gue pengen sekali-kali keleleran di suatu negara yang sama sekali asing buat gue. &lt;i&gt;It'll be a lifetime experience for me :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-7925269910684231407?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/7925269910684231407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/05/ilmu-traveling.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/7925269910684231407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/7925269910684231407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/05/ilmu-traveling.html' title='Ilmu Traveling'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-8035554405388294984</id><published>2011-04-28T19:21:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T19:36:15.521+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to kill the time</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Who introduced you to your boyfriend/girlfriend/crush?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ex-boyfriend. Well, we introduced ourselves because we were in one class together in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you believe exes can be friends?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they do, if they want to work things out, and commit that they work things out for the sake of being friends, and nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you eat breakfast daily?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I think I would pass out if I didn't eat breakfast in a day :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When you and your friends are out and about do you usually get dirty looks?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so. I still label myself somehow normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The last person you kissed hates you. Why?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who kissed me for the last time? I even forget. Well obviously I remember, but I want to forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Is green your favorite color?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only if it's mixed with blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Is there anyone you couldn’t live without?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who were you with the last time you went to the movie theater?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rey. We watched this silly-but-cute Thailand movie called 'Suckseed'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What do you usually do when the clock turns 11:11?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you like to cuddle?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With whom? Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you like your cell phone?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, although I always want to make it more prettier, like those cell phones in Tumblr sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you prefer to call or text?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Text. Saves credit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you think someone misses you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you love where you live?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you kidding? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What were you doing 12 AM last night?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Would you go out in public looking like you do now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope... I am in my house outfits, no way I'd go out wearing loose shorts and tees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;So, what do you want for your birthday?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money. I need fresh ca-chings for my backpacking trip this upcoming holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever sang to you?&lt;br /&gt;Yes and it was kinda embarrassing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you think you will be in a relationship 3 months from now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How was your weekend?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same shit - as in watching TV, being online and sleeping all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Was your last kiss drunk or sober?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sober.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you know anyone with the same birthday as you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't. If I know them it would be super awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you feel right now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blank...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Does any part of your body hurt right now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands are itchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you a mean person?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think sometimes I can be intimidating and straight to the point and some people might think I'm mean. No biggie, though. It's their opinion, I can't let them form my personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Interested in anyone at the moment?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm... Maybe? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;So, what if you married the last person you kissed?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMEN TO THAT MY LORD. AMEN TO THAT!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you ever had a really big fight with a best friend?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly nope, because I can't really express my feelings openly to those whom I care the most, including feelings of anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Is there someone you’d like to fix things with?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Edward Cullen' was the first name that popped up in my head when I saw this question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you plan on moving out within the next year?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you listening to at the moment?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What color shirt are you wearing?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Can you leave the house without makeup?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always leave the house without makeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so - I still have a lot of goals to reach, and marriage is not one of my priority at the moment. But we'll see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What was the first thing you did when you woke up?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn off the alarm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Is life good?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good or bad, I have to take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If someone liked you right now, would you want them to tell you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you think anyone has feelings for you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. Probably the guy who keep checking me out every Wednesday and Thursday does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where is the person you have feelings for?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I even have feelings for anyone right now? I doubt it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What color are your eyes?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark blue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-8035554405388294984?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/8035554405388294984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/04/something-to-kill-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/8035554405388294984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/8035554405388294984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/04/something-to-kill-time.html' title='Something to kill the time'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-5911511226212800162</id><published>2011-04-27T18:28:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T19:19:41.022+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Menjadi Mahasiswa Sejarah</title><content type='html'>Situasi dan percakapan di bawah ini sering sekali gue alami jika ketemu sodara yang udah lama banget nggak ketemu (dan biasanya mereka jauh lebih tua daripada gue). Karena mereka lebih tua, mari kita sebut mereka 'Tante/Om'.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tante/Om:&lt;/b&gt; Ya ampun, Judy udah besar ya! Terakhir ketemu masih kecil! (tangan ngasih ekspresi sesuatu yang dikategorikan 'kecil')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gue:&lt;/b&gt; Hehehe, iya tante/om... (nyengir berbudaya)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tante/Om:&lt;/b&gt; Sekarang masih sekolah apa udah kuliah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gue:&lt;/b&gt; Kuliah, tante/om...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tante/Om:&lt;/b&gt; Kuliah dimana?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gue:&lt;/b&gt; *menyebutkan universitas gue*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tante/Om:&lt;/b&gt; Wah, pinter banget ya bisa masuk situ! Jurusan apa? (ekspresi masih berseri-seri)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gue:&lt;/b&gt; Sejarah. (tampang nggak berdosa, menunggu ekspresi mereka berikutnya)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tante/Om:&lt;/b&gt; (tampang datar) Hah? Sejarah? Emang kamu cita-citanya mau jadi apa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gue:&lt;/b&gt; ........................ zonk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ya, dialog seperti itu sering sekali gue alami dalam kehidupan sehari-hari. Sebenernya ada dua kemungkinan sih, bisa jadi si tante/om itu mukanya masih berseri-seri (tapi gue tau mereka maksa berseri-seri abis denger jurusan gue) sambil bilang "Wah, keren ya!", atau contoh yang tadi gue kasih lihat diatas itu. Bahkan ada yang lebih frontal lagi, pernah ada yang komentar "Emang lulusan Sejarah bisa kerja jadi apa?" dan biasanya meninggalkan gue dengan rahang jatoh kemana-mana sambil dalam hati bilang "Sialan lo."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ya, gue sekarang lagi kuliah di jurusan Ilmu Sejarah di salah satu universitas paling beken se-Jabodetabek dan sekitarnya. Sekarang udah tahun kedua, semoga aja dua tahun lagi beneran lulus, AMIIINNNNNN. Kalopun lulusnya nggak dua tahun lagi, gue harap telatnya kelulusan gue itu dikarenakan oleh dapet beasiswa &lt;i&gt;exchange&lt;/i&gt; ke luar negeri selama setahun, bukannya ngulang mata kuliah setahun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Percayalah, sebenernya gue bukan manusia yang mengagung-agungkan sejarah sejak dulu. &lt;i&gt;Trust me.&lt;/i&gt; Beginilah sejarah kenapa gue terdampar di jurusan aneh bin ajaib ini... Cekidot! (gaya Dahsyat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jadi, sebenernya cita-cita impian gue sejak dulu itu adalah menjadi pengacara pernikahan. Yaaa, tipe-tipe Elsa Syarif gitu lah. Gue udah yakin akan menjadi seorang pengacara dari gue kelas 4 SD, saat gue selesai nonton film yang judulnya &lt;i&gt;'Legally Blonde'&lt;/i&gt;. Menurut gue, jadi pengacara itu kelihatan intelek banget sih, apalagi cewek. Gue kira obsesi gue jadi pengacara itu bakal hilang seiring dengan waktu, ternyata obsesi gue ini bertahan sampe gue SMP, dan sampe gue SMA kelas 2. Bahkan waktu gue SMP, temen-temen gue melabeli gue dengan sebutan 'calon pengacara'. Apalagi dulu gue itu &lt;i&gt;studying abroad-minded&lt;/i&gt; banget deh, sama sekali nggak pernah kepikiran mau ngelanjutin sekolah di Indonesia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lalu, waktu gue kelas 2 SMA, gue diminta bantuan oleh seorang 'koko jadi-jadian' gue untuk ngerjain tugasnya dia, yaitu tugas yang berkaitan dengan hukum. Gue semangat banget ngerjainnya, tapi entah kenapa gue jadi &lt;i&gt;blank,&lt;/i&gt; dan ujung-ujungnya ngeforsir diri dan jadinya sakit. Padahal nilai juga bukan nilai gue ini. Karena gue sakit, terpaksa tugas dia gue anggurin, terus gue suruh dia kerjain sendiri. Eh, ujung-ujungnya gue diomelin. Sejak itu entah kenapa gue jadi ilfil mau jadi pengacara. Gue jadi semacem menggampangkan diri gue dan menganggap diri tidak pantas untuk jadi pengacara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nah, lalu kelas 3 SMA dimulai. Pas liburan sekolah, gue bekerja keras untuk menemukan jawaban dari: "Mau kuliah jurusan apa?" Terus entah kenapa selama liburan sekolah itu, gue mencekoki diri dengan nonton banyak film arkeologi semacam Indiana Jones lah, The Mummy lah, bahkan ke film teori-teori konspirasi semacam Da Vinci Code, Angels and Demons dan dua film National Treasure. Setelah cukup mabok dengan film-film seperti itu, gue langsung memutuskan jurusan gue: gue mau masuk jurusan Sejarah. Lucu ya, kenapa sih cita-cita gue itu selalu ditentuin sama film? Tapi entah kenapa gue yakin banget sama yang ini, dan walaupun orangtua gue rada-rada gimanaaaa gitu pas gue bilang mau kuliah Sejarah (walaupun mereka menjunjung tinggi asas 'kuliah apapun yang kamu suka'), gue tancap gas aja. Dan ujung-ujungnya gue masuk di ranah persejarahan ini (bahasa gue jelek banget, ya?).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Serius, waktu semester pertama, gue merasa agak nyesel milih jurusan ini. Kenapa? Karena mata kuliahnya adalah semua yang gue pelajari waktu SMA! Sejarah Indonesia? Sampe eneg denger nama Budi Utomo, VOC dan politik etis diulang-ulang (sampe sekarang). Dan berbagai mata kuliah teoritis seperti Metode Sejarah lah, Pemikiran Sejarah, lah... Otomatis di semester pertama ini gue ngerasa bosen dan jatah absen gue selalu gue pake semua di setiap mata kuliah. Apalagi waktu semester pertama gue selalu jadi salah satu mahasiswa yang dicari-cari senior karena gue nggak pernah ikut kumpul-kumpul buat ngomongin ospek jurusan, berasa buronan aja gue waktu jadi anak baru.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tapi sejak semester dua, gue jadi merasa lebih enak. Selain beban jadi maba udah nggak terlalu berat lagi, di semester ini gue dapet temen-temen yang sejalan sama gue, jadi gue nggak main sendirian lagi. Sampe sekarang, puji Tuhan gue merasa gue nggak salah pilih jurusan, karena ternyata jadi mahasiswa Sejarah itu membuka mata gue akan banyak sekali hal. &lt;i&gt;There is more than meets the eye, you know.&lt;/i&gt; Ada banyak sekali hal-hal tersembunyi yang gue lihat dan gue curi ilmunya di jurusan ini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dulu gue emang mikir paling lulusan Sejarah ujung-ujungnya jadi guru Sejarah doang. Ternyata persepsi gue itu salah besar. Setidaknya, itu yang gue dapat dari dua tahun kuliah di jurusan ini. Ternyata, kalo lo melihat semua lewat kacamata sejarah, lo akan lebih bisa berhati-hati dalam menyampaikan suatu opini, apalagi kalo opini lo belom didukung oleh sumber dan data-data yang valid. Kalo lo lebih mendalami sejarah, orang nggak akan ngecap lo sebagai orang yang asbun doang. Justru, belajar sejarah membuat jiwa kritis lo semakin berkembang, karena kami dididik untuk tidak menerima fakta/data/sumber secara mentah-mentah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soal karir? Jangan kuatir, men! Gue percaya sama kata-kata 'kalo udah rejeki pasti dateng sendiri', apapun jurusan yang gue ambil. Waktu gue ngobrol-ngobrol sama dosen, sih, dia bilang lulusan sejarah itu bisa jadi hampir apa aja. Ahli ekonomi? Bisa. Ambil aja S2 Ilmu Ekonomi. Pengacara? Bisa. S2 dan studi profesi Hukum aja begitu lulus. Wartawan? Apalagi! Psikolog? Aduh, salah satu fondasi dari Psikologi adalah sejarah. Kata dia (yang gue percaya dan amini), sejarah itu adalah permulaan dari segala hal. Justru kalo kita berangkat dari sejarah, kita lebih bisa menggali data dan fakta secara lebih dalam, karena kita dibiasakan menggabungkan sumber primer terus diaplikasikan ke kehidupan kontemporer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jadi, bukan saatnya lagi untuk lo menganggap remeh sejarah, kan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-5911511226212800162?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/5911511226212800162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/04/menjadi-mahasiswa-sejarah.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/5911511226212800162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/5911511226212800162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/04/menjadi-mahasiswa-sejarah.html' title='Menjadi Mahasiswa Sejarah'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-2408434784575584659</id><published>2011-04-26T19:45:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T20:23:38.860+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saya jatuh cinta dengan film Thailand.</title><content type='html'>Sejak Indonesia semacam ngelarang film-film Hollywood untuk mampir di bioskop-bioskop sini, gue jadi punya cinta baru: film Thailand.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nggak baru-baru amat, sih. Berterimakasihlah sama Blitz Megaplex, yang sering nayangin film-film non-Hollywood sehingga gue bisa kenal judul-judul film yang kalo nggak di-bahasa Inggris-in, jadi aneh-aneh semua dan bikin lidah belibet nyebutnya. Pertama kalo nggak salah dimulai setahun lalu, pas gue nonton film Thailand yang judulnya 'Bangkok Traffic Love Story'. Itu film bener-bener ngebuka perspektif gue tentang film Thailand yang bagus, maklum, sebelom itu gue menjauhi film Thailand karena rata-rata jenis filmnya horor semua. Tapi film BLTS itu bikin gue jadi seneng nonton film Thailand karena ceritanya ringan, biasa ditemui di kehidupan sehari-hari, nggak lebay, dan cowoknya ganteng (ngaku aja deh, Jude, cowok ganteng itu salah satu faktor X yang membuat film itu bagus apa nggak di mata lo!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Terus abis itu tiba-tiba gue jadi males nonton film Thailand lagi, karena emang lebih tertarik sama film Hollywood dibanding film Thailand. Dan tiba-tiba film Hollywood jadi jarang ditayangin lagi di bioskop, dan karena gue orangnya haus nonton bioskop, jadi gue terpaksa nonton apa aja yang ada. Bukan terpaksa sih sebenernya, tapi lebih ke pengen nonton bioskop lagi. Pilihan jatuh ke film Thailand (lagi-lagi Blitz) yang judulnya 'Crazy Little Thing Called Love'. Sejak itu, gue dengan resmi bisa mengikrarkan kepada dunia bahwa gue jatuh cinta dengan film Thailand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sampe sekarang, secara berturut-turut gue udah nonton 3 film Thailand, yaitu CLTCL (yang tadi), 'Hello Stranger' sama barusan gue nonton 'Suckseed'. Makin suka aja gue sama film Thailand. Menurut gue, dibandingkan dengan film Indonesia, film Thailand punya banyak sekali kelebihan, beberapa diantaranya adalah:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Ceritanya ringan dan nggak dibuat-buat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Film 'Bangkok Traffic Love Story' nyeritain tentang cewek umur 30-an yang mengalami krisis karena temen-temennya udah nikah semua, CLTCL nyeritain tentang cerita cinta anak ABG, 'Suckseed' tentang anak band. Gampang dicerna, kan? Coba bandingin sama film-film Indonesia yang berusaha bikin cerita sekreatif mungkin, tapi jatohnya malah jadi maksa atau kadang lebay. Kalopun lebay, lebaynya film Thailand cuma ada di beberapa &lt;i&gt;scene&lt;/i&gt; dan jatohnya malah bikin kita ketawa, bukannya garing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Konsisten sama genre film&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Horor ya horor, nggak ada tuh campuran horor-bokep (mungkin ada, tapi horor-bokep Thailand kelihatan lebih berseni). Drama ya drama. Komedi ya komedi. Konsisten, gitu loh. Film Indonesia? Film komedi, ujung-ujungnya pamer cewek-cewek bodi semok. Film horor, penonton niatnya liat orang ketakutan ketemu pocong/kuntilanak, ini malah disuguhi cewek-cewek pake beha+celana dalem sebelom dia mati.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Semuanya pas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Humornya, sedihnya, dramanya, kalo horor, seremnya, semuanya pas dan nggak dilebih-lebihkan. Bikin penonton seneng nontonnya, karena berasa nonton kehidupan sehari-hari. Kalo film horor, setannya serem banget, sampe-sampe gue kapok nonton film horor Thailand setelah nonton film 'Coming Soon'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jadi, siapa yang mau jadi penggemar film Thailand jugaaaa? Gue baru nemu link judul film-film Thailand nih, silahkan buka &lt;a href="http://movie.douban.com/tag/%E6%B3%B0%E5%9B%BD%E7%94%B5%E5%BD%B1"&gt;http://movie.douban.com/tag/%E6%B3%B0%E5%9B%BD%E7%94%B5%E5%BD%B1&lt;/a&gt; ya. Itu tapi tulisan Mandarin semua jadi harus di-translate dulu (kalo kalian pake Google Chrome).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Selamat nonton film Thailand!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-2408434784575584659?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/2408434784575584659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/04/saya-jatuh-cinta-dengan-film-thailand.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/2408434784575584659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/2408434784575584659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/04/saya-jatuh-cinta-dengan-film-thailand.html' title='Saya jatuh cinta dengan film Thailand.'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-2602295973889747976</id><published>2011-04-21T17:50:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T18:38:03.029+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skeptis Tentang Hari Kartini</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"Ibu kita Kartini, putri sejati... Putri Indonesia, harum namanya... Ibu kita Kartini, pendekar bangsa, pendekar kaumnya untuk merdeka..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hari ini, tanggal 21 April, adalah Hari Kartini. Seorang 'pahlawan' wanita pembela emansipasi. Dari kecil, pasti kutipan lagu di atas udah kita hafalin sampe ngelotok diluar kepala, dong. Dan dari kecil, pasti ada beberapa dari kalian yang ikut lomba busana daerah waktu hari Kartini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waktu dulu, gue menanggapi Hari Kartini dengan perasaan biasa-biasa aja, karena sekolah gue dari TK sampe SMA emang nggak pernah ngadain acara Kartinian. Apalagi dari SD sampe SMA sekolah gue adalah sekolah Katolik yang sepertinya lebih mentingin libur Tri Hari Suci daripada nyuruh anak-anaknya ke sekolah pas Kamis Putih sambil pake kebaya dan busana daerah lainnya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gue juga mengenal Kartini sebagai sosok emansipasi wanita. Yaaaah, berdasarkan pelajaran Sejarah di sekolah sih, dia itu anak bupati daerah Jepara yang menikah pada umur remaja. Dari kecil dia mau sekolah, tapi nggak boleh sekolah karena ketentuan zaman dulu bilang kalo yang boleh sekolah itu cowok doang. Akhirnya dia diem-diem belajar sendiri di rumah. Terus dia mulai baca-baca buku pergerakan zaman di Eropa dan muncullah ide emansipasi wanita dari pikirannya. Sayangnya, dia yang 'cuma' seorang perempuan, nggak bisa ngutarain ide itu gede-gedean, nggak kayak kita zaman sekarang. Akhirnya dia cuma nyeritain ide-idenya itu ke temennya di Belanda lewat surat. Setelah meninggal, baru deh ada orang Belanda yang ngumpulin surat-surat Kartini terus dijadiin buku. Dan baru setelah dia meninggal pula, van Deventer ngediriin Sekolah Kartini. Hari lahirnya Kartini diperingati bangsa Indonesia sebagai Hari Kartini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Penasaran kenapa gue memberikan judul tulisan ini agak frontal yaitu bahwa gue sedikit skeptis dengan ide Hari Kartini? Oke, biar gue jelaskan. Gue nggak terlalu setuju Hari Kartini itu digembar-gemborkan, karena dia itu &lt;b&gt;cuma&lt;/b&gt; peletak dasar emansipasi. Garisbawahi kata 'cuma'. Seandainya Kartini nggak ngirim surat ke temen-temennya di Belanda tentang pemikiran emansipasi wanita, pasti nama Kartini nggak bakal terlalu dikenal orang Indonesia. Dia itu cuma berfilosofi tentang emansipasi, tapi nggak mewujudkan emansipasi wanita itu sendiri. Sekolah Kartini yang akhirnya dibuat van Deventer juga nggak pake persetujuan Kartini karena waktu sekolah itu didirikan, Kartini udah meninggal. Malah akhirnya dia memutuskan untuk menuruti prinsip patriarki yang selama ini dibebanin sama dia, yaitu menikah sama Adipati Rembang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Logika gue, kalo Indonesia menghormati tokoh peletak dasar emansipasi wanita yaitu Kartini dengan cara meresmikan hari kelahirannya sebagai hari nasional, Indonesia juga harus menghormati perempuan-perempuan yang bener-bener &lt;i&gt;take action&lt;/i&gt; untuk kesejahteraan hidup perempuan Indonesia, bukan cuma berfilsafat doang, untuk dijadikan hari nasional. Contohnya Dewi Sartika. Nggak tau Dewi Sartika? Dia itu salah satu tokoh Indonesia yang memajukan pendidikan Indonesia - terutama pendidikan wanita Indonesia - lewat cara meresmikan Sakola Istri (Sekolah Perempuan) yang adalah sekolah khusus cewek pertama se-Hindia Belanda. Dibandingin dengan Sekolah Kartini yang tadi gue singgung, Sakola Istri ini didiriin tahun 1902, 2 tahun lebih cepat daripada Sekolah Kartini. Menurut gue, kalo emang Indonesia mau sedikit subyektif dalam pemilihan tokoh wanita untuk dijadiin hari besar, Dewi Sartika adalah orang yang lebih tepat, karena perjuangan dia bukan cuma perjuangan kedaerahan (Sakola Istri buatan dia masuk sampe Bukittinggi), berbeda sama Kartini yang cuma daerah sekitar Jawa doang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mau lihat tokoh wanita Indonesia yang lebih jadul lagi? Christina Martha Tiahahu, tuh. Justru dia adalah pahlawan yang &lt;i&gt;literally&lt;/i&gt; bener-bener pahlawan, karena dia ikut perang lawan Belanda di Laut Banda. Pahlawan wanita lain yang lebih jadul adalah Cut Nyak Dien, yang juga ikut perang lawan Belanda di Aceh barengan sama suaminya yaitu Teuku Umar. &lt;i&gt;Better check your history book if you forget their names.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Makanya gue nggak mau dipanggil sebagai salah satu 'Kartini modern'. Seorang Kartini cuma berani menyatakan prinsip dan pemikirannya lewat tulisan dan surat-surat, sementara gue? Gue mau &lt;i&gt;take action&lt;/i&gt; seperti Dewi Sartika, Christina Martha Tiahahu dll. Gue nggak mau cuma jadi perempuan yang diem aja, padahal punya potensi dan bakat yang besar untuk dikembangkan. Seandainya Kartini berani untuk sekolah, berani untuk memperjuangkan nasib wanita secara terang-terangan, gue akan lebih menghargai dia. Menurut gue, Kartini cuma seorang perempuan yang punya banyak ide cemerlang tapi takut &lt;i&gt;speak up&lt;/i&gt; tentang ide-idenya itu, karena dia masih dikungkung budaya patriarki yang menempatkan perempuan sebagai nomor dua. Kenapa takut, Kartini? Bukannya untuk berpikiran &lt;i&gt;out of the box&lt;/i&gt; dan berani &lt;i&gt;break the rules&lt;/i&gt; adalah hal-hal yang sangat berani untuk dilakukan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ngerti kan kenapa gue menamakan tulisan ini sebagai pandangan gue yang skeptis tentang Hari Kartini? Semoga kalian yang baca bisa mengerti ada sisi pemikiran lain dari orang-orang yang nggak merayakan Hari Kartini karena memang merasa bahwa Kartini bukan salah satu pahlawan nasional.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-2602295973889747976?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/2602295973889747976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/04/skeptis-tentang-hari-kartini.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/2602295973889747976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/2602295973889747976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/04/skeptis-tentang-hari-kartini.html' title='Skeptis Tentang Hari Kartini'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-7332064626424074263</id><published>2011-04-11T17:33:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T17:46:14.723+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Penyanyi Lipsing Youtube dan Pers Indonesia</title><content type='html'>*Perhatian: Waktu gue nulis tulisan ini, di otak gue ada lagu 'Chaiyya Chaiyya' dan joget Briptu Norman.*&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sekarang siapa sih yang nggak tau Briptu Norman? Si polisi dari Gorontalo ini tiba-tiba ngetop setelah video dia lipsing lagu India dimasukin ke Youtube dan ditonton sama jutaan &lt;i&gt;viewers&lt;/i&gt; setelah media memberitakan soal video itu. Padahal sebelom diberitain media, video itu cuma ditonton sama beberapa ratus orang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gue udah nonton video Briptu Norman, dan menurut gue video itu sangat menghibur, jarang-jarang men bisa ngeliat polisi joget selentur itu (rata-rata kalo joget poco-poco badannya kaku kayak robot, soalnya...). Tapi buat gue, cukup sekali gue nonton video itu, dan cukup sekali gue denger berita Briptu Norman. Tapiiiiiiii.............................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kenapa pers Indonesia (terutama divisi pergosipan) masih terus ngomongin Briptu Norman, sih?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haduh, plis deh ya. Gue yakin nih, seheboh-hebohnya video Briptu Norman, pasti lama-lama orang juga bakalan bosen sama dia. Kayak si duet Sinta-Jojo tuh. Masuk Youtube, di-&lt;i&gt;blow up&lt;/i&gt; sama media, ngetop sebulan-dua bulan, terus ilang deh. Siklus yang sama juga pasti akan dialami oleh video Briptu Norman yang menghebohkan itu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't get me wrong,&lt;/i&gt; gue suka sama Briptu Norman. Yang gue nggak suka adalah cara media Indonesia membesar-besarkan berita &lt;i&gt;'polisi-yang-joget-lipsing-heboh-masuk-Youtube'&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gara-gara media pula, si Briptu Norman sampe pergi ke Jakarta, buat muncul di serentetan acara A, acara B, &lt;i&gt;talent show&lt;/i&gt; C, dan kegiatannya diliput sama infotainment Nyilet-nyilet, infotainment tukang investigasi, dll. Sehari bisa ada 5 sampe 6 kali muka si Briptu muncul di TV, dengan berita yang sama aja satu dengan lainnya. WOI GUE BOSEN WOI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seandainya aja media dan pers Indonesia tau, ada banyak lho tentara luar negeri yang nyalurin bakat mereka, bahkan dengan cara lebih heboh daripada si Briptu Norman. Kalo Briptu Norman kan cuma joget-joget kecil di pos jaga doang, di luar negeri sana. Coba deh lo ulik-ulik Youtube dikit, pasti nemu video tentara Amerika Serikat yang lagi dinas di Irak/Afghanistan (pokoknya negara Timur Tengah sana deh) yang joget pake lagu &lt;i&gt;'Telephone'&lt;/i&gt;-nya Lady Gaga. Mereka bener-bener joget lho. Lebih heboh kan daripada Briptu Norman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lagian, penting ya, nge-&lt;i&gt;blow up&lt;/i&gt; berita polisi yang menyalurkan bakat lewat lipsing? Mending pada nge-&lt;i&gt;blow up&lt;/i&gt; insiden orang DPR yang ketauan buka situs bokep pas rapat Paripurna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-7332064626424074263?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/7332064626424074263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/04/penyanyi-lipsing-youtube-dan-pers.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/7332064626424074263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/7332064626424074263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/04/penyanyi-lipsing-youtube-dan-pers.html' title='Penyanyi Lipsing Youtube dan Pers Indonesia'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-1786047774816065886</id><published>2011-04-03T09:10:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T09:30:06.313+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking of TEN...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Ten things about yourself:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am an ultimate grammar Nazi. Period.&lt;br /&gt;2. I love plain pancakes with maple syrup.&lt;br /&gt;3. I always find myself on the urge of eating meatballs, all the time.&lt;br /&gt;4. I love instant noodles, I sometimes eat them as snack.&lt;br /&gt;5. I hate the color purple, but my Blackberry silicone case is purple.&lt;br /&gt;6. If I want to buy things, I always write them down.&lt;br /&gt;7. I am a very detail-oriented person.&lt;br /&gt;8. At most times, I can be the most sarcastic person you'll ever know.&lt;br /&gt;9. I collect unique Japanese erasers with unique shapes.&lt;br /&gt;10. I always lose my guitar pick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nine favorite songs:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. (I've Had) the Time of My Life - Glee soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;2. You Belong With Me - Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;3. Forget You - Cee Lo Green&lt;br /&gt;4. Born This Way - Lady Gaga&lt;br /&gt;5. Clocks - Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;6. The Resistance - Muse&lt;br /&gt;7. A View to a Kill - Duran Duran&lt;br /&gt;8. Breakeven - The Script&lt;br /&gt;9. Kokomo - The Beach Boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eight things you love/like:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Blackberry&lt;br /&gt;2. iPod&lt;br /&gt;3. Tumblr pictures&lt;br /&gt;4. Scrapwalls&lt;br /&gt;5. Sparkly guitars&lt;br /&gt;6. Strawberry/plain frozen yoghurt with strawberry/jelly/gummi bears topping&lt;br /&gt;7. Starbucks' caramel javachip&lt;br /&gt;8. UberSocial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seven people you're glad to have in your life:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. daddy&lt;br /&gt;2. late mother (although I've never met her, but without her I wouldn't be born)&lt;br /&gt;3. nanny&lt;br /&gt;4. grandparents&lt;br /&gt;5. aunt&lt;br /&gt;6. Rey&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God, I don't know who else I should write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Six things you dislike:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. lightning and thunder and its' friends&lt;br /&gt;2. TV with super loud volume&lt;br /&gt;3. the activity of snooping&lt;br /&gt;4. cockroaches and its' friends&lt;br /&gt;5. stupid firecrackers children set up during New Year/Idul Fitri/any holiday occasions&lt;br /&gt;6. lagged laptop/computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Five things you wish to say to five different people right now:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When will my monthly allowance come out??????????????????????&lt;br /&gt;2. If only you would stop - just stop being a noisy person.&lt;br /&gt;3. I think I should announce a law for NOT copying everything about me - my jokes, my swear words, and things I say a lot. Just for you.&lt;br /&gt;4. Holy cow, would you please stop flooding my feeds with Grey's Anatomy spoilers? I envy you.&lt;br /&gt;5. We should definitely spend more time before you head out to Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Four ways to win your heart:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Not being a kaypoh manwhore.&lt;br /&gt;2. Enough with the mushy attentions.&lt;br /&gt;3. Listen to my stories.&lt;br /&gt;4. Don't be such a cheap shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Three things you'll most likely never forget:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The age SEVENTEEN - everything I experienced in it.&lt;br /&gt;2. Singapore trip alone.&lt;br /&gt;3. The period between September 2008 to October 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Two things you do everyday:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Blackberry activities.&lt;br /&gt;2. Eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;One confession:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I should be studying for tomorrow's mid-term exam...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-1786047774816065886?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/1786047774816065886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/04/speaking-of-ten.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/1786047774816065886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/1786047774816065886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/04/speaking-of-ten.html' title='Speaking of TEN...'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-8911873085285728653</id><published>2011-03-30T19:53:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T20:17:07.292+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Postingan Galau</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Orang-orang bilang, lo akan sulit jatuh cinta................ Bagaimana kalo lo merasa lo nggak bisa jatuh cinta lagi?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Itu yang lagi gue rasain sekarang. Hati gue kayak udah ketutup, bahkan kayak udah kekunci. Kayak pintu. Seolah-olah ada orang dari masa lalu yang pergi dari kehidupan gue dengan membawa kunci pintu hati gue, sementara gue nggak punya kunci cadangan untuk buka pintu hati gue buat orang-orang yang berusaha masuk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aneh ya. Hmm. Itu yang gue rasain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gue kayak, hmm... kayak takut buka hati. Takut kecewa. Takut ditolak. Takut ternyata dugaan-dugaan gue salah. Takut gue nggak pantas disandingin sama orang-orang. Berbagai takut yang bikin gue mundur dan semakin mundur. Gue jadi takut ngambil langkah yang benar. Waktu ada orang yang mau ngedeketin gue, gue dengan begonya malah ngebiarin dia pergi cuma gara-gara dia bikin gue ilfil. Padahal sebenernya kalo gue mau buka hati dikit aja, pasti dia nggak bakal pergi dan nggak bakal ilang dari hidup gue. Padahal sebenernya gue udah mulai suka, sayangnya dia bikin satu langkah fatal itu, yang bikin gue jadi nggak mau kenal dia lebih jauh lagi. Padahal orangnya sangat potensial. Ah, gue kok kebanyakan pake kata 'padahal' ya...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sejak itu nggak tau kenapa gue selalu berasa nggak siap. Kapan mau siapnya, Jude? Segitu terlukanya-kah lo gara-gara ditinggal Edward Cullen bego itu? Sejak itu, setiap ada yang deketin gue, gue selalu mundur teratur. Ini entah karena ketinggian standar, atau alam bawah sadar gue masih suka ngebeda-bedain calon pacar sama Edward Cullen, atau gue beneran masih males memulai hubungan pacaran, atau hati gue bener-bener udah digembok sama si Edward Cullen yang dengan tololnya nggak ngebalikin kuncinya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Segi positifnya dari hati yang berasa udah ketutup ini, gue jadi gampang fokus sama hal-hal diluar masalah percintaan. Gue jadi lebih fokus kuliah, fokus organisasi, dan bahkan fokus nanggepin masalah percintaan orang lain dengan pikiran jelas dan logis (maklum, tadi pagi abis ujian Filsafat, jadi masih ada sisa-sisa hafalannya). Segi negatifnya? Gue jadi pengen bisa buka hati lagi ke orang lain. Tapi kenapa sekarang rasanya nggak bisa? Kenapa giliran ada orang yang mendekat, gue malah jadi menjauh, dan begitu orang itu menjauh, gue serasa ingin mendekat? Grrrrrh, yang namanya urusan hati emang bisa bikin orang kebingungan, ya...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gue juga pengen minta maaf. Pengen minta maaf sama orang yang kemaren ini sempet deketin gue terus dengan jahatnya gue tinggal pergi. Serius, ini jadi kayak Taylor Swift yang minta maaf sama Taylor Lautner pake lagu 'Back to December'. Halo, kalo lo baca. Gue minta maaf banget. Nggak sepantasnya gue 'ngusir' lo dari kehidupan gue begitu aja, padahal gue juga belom tau apa-apa soal lo dan kehidupan lo. Andai lo tau apa yang gue rasain waktu itu. Seandainya doang, ya. Soalnya pasti lo nggak tau karena gue nggak kasih tau (APAAN SIH JUDE). Gue kebingungan, kaget. Anehnya gue nggak ngerasa seneng sama sekali. Tapi nggak tau kenapa gue mau minta maaf aja sama lo. Mungkin karena gue tau, orang sebaik dan setulus lo nggak seharusnya gue tinggalin begitu aja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sekarang gue cuma bisa menunggu, menunggu dan menunggu. Siapa tau orang yang sebenernya punya kunci serep ke hati gue itu datang. Dan siapa tau gue udah siap buat nerima dia masuk ke dalam hati gue. Mungkin, lagi?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-8911873085285728653?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/8911873085285728653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/03/postingan-galau.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/8911873085285728653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/8911873085285728653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/03/postingan-galau.html' title='Postingan Galau'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-778752506451624476</id><published>2011-03-29T20:09:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T20:16:22.211+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Desperation to Study Abroad</title><content type='html'>Back with me, Judy, here, in my newly updated blog... This morning I was so bored and then I looked at my blog and decided that the old layout should be renewed.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, what's up, blogosphere? Right now I'm in the middle of hectic situation, facing mid-term tests and busy approaching communities for my organization's next event called POTENSI... I think I might need a day to relax and just do nothing but sleep and watch DVDs all day long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The purpose of me writing this post besides boredom is to tell you that my best friend, &lt;a href="http://vie-van-allegre.blogspot.com"&gt;Rey&lt;/a&gt;, got accepted in a student exchange program! She's going to JAPAN!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I received the news while I was studying Philosophy for my tomorrow's mid-term test, and I automatically jumped off from my seat. Boy, she just got one of her wildest dreams came true. She told me she would stay in Japan for a year, and she's going to study in a university in Chiba. I asked her what the exchange would be all about, and she told me she would learn about Japan's language, culture, social life, and also having fun. AAAAAH I ENVY HERRRR (in a good way, Rey, don't worry, I still love you, you're still my person) :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hearing Rey's good news suddenly made me thinking about an exchange program I've been eyeing for a while. It's from United States of America, called Global Undergraduate Exchange Program. I have downloaded the form, and was planning to fill it, who knows I'll pass the selections and be one of the Indonesian delegates who goes to America for a year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For a year. A goddamn year. A year full of new experiences.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I guess I have to try, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-778752506451624476?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/778752506451624476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/03/desperation-to-study-abroad.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/778752506451624476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/778752506451624476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/03/desperation-to-study-abroad.html' title='The Desperation to Study Abroad'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-2295603266521299778</id><published>2011-03-15T18:21:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T18:39:31.687+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bag Police</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So everyone's been doing this. On Tumblr, on Twitter, even on blogs. I guess why not make one too? Presenting... Judy's bag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fjrImBj2IK0/TX9MJUdraKI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/jGlIY0zUEqE/s1600/IMG_8005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fjrImBj2IK0/TX9MJUdraKI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/jGlIY0zUEqE/s400/IMG_8005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584265785958426786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My bag is now a dark brown Marie Claire. I used to go with a brown Billabong tote, but now it's already rotten (despite of the age), so now I'm using this one. Thinking of buying another bag soon, since I'm not too comfortable with this bag.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Since it's rainy season, I always bring my purple umbrella where ever I go. This is an umbrella I bought accidentally near my campus, because it was raining and my old umbrella had already broken.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There goes my Blackberry, the one with the purple silicon case... I name it Giulietta. Been accompanying me since July 2010. I just spilled it on water this afternoon and thank God it's okay! Ooooh my cellphone is a strong one :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Next to my cellphone is my cute pink iPod. I name it Persephone because I am so obsessed with Greek gods and goddesses names (I even name my laptop 'Perseus'). It holds over than 400 songs, and I really want to update it, but I haven't copied my old songs in my old laptop to the new one. Now playing in my iPod: Taylor Swift's 'Speak Now'. This song always reminds me to her concert in Singapore.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The long black thing is my purse. I always have a thing for simple purses, and I always stick to black as the color. Maybe because black is a neutral color. And I always go with long purses because I love it if the money is not folded. In my purse, I hold several customer cards, as well as my cinema tickets collection.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The blue pencil case besides the purse is where I keep my medicines. Hell yes, I'm a hypochondriac. I always get sudden headaches, sudden gastric problems, dysmenorrhea... That's why I need to bring my medicines where ever I go. In the picture, you can see that I always bring each one strap of Panadol, Panadol Menstrual (for menstrual cramps), Promag (for gastric problems), and a small bottle of cajuput oil. Actually I also like to bring patches (you know, like Salonpas) in case I get sudden cramps.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Under the medicines, there's a pack of wet tissues. In case I eat somewhere dirty and there's no place to clean my hands.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saving the best for last! Besides the wet tissues pack, see the 'New York' notebook? I call it as Inspiration Book. I bring it everywhere, with a pen, for me to write everything that goes through my mind. Kind of like a diary. But in this book, I put them into songs. So if I open the book, you can see my songs, whether it's done or not. The best part of my bag!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all. Now I'm gonna go grab my dinner. See you later, everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-2295603266521299778?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/2295603266521299778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/03/bag-police.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/2295603266521299778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/2295603266521299778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/03/bag-police.html' title='Bag Police'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fjrImBj2IK0/TX9MJUdraKI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/jGlIY0zUEqE/s72-c/IMG_8005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-1947956975378486066</id><published>2011-03-09T20:04:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T20:41:29.318+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Believe in Second Chance?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P5zOFyfYXD4/TXeDYR7gMhI/AAAAAAAAAYI/VtlFbdTriEU/s1600/tumblr_lgy5de6szl1qey3sro1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P5zOFyfYXD4/TXeDYR7gMhI/AAAAAAAAAYI/VtlFbdTriEU/s400/tumblr_lgy5de6szl1qey3sro1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582074716302094866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Picture taken from &lt;a href="http://zoedolphin.tumblr.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, an inspirational post. Thank you for my new hobby: watching National Geographic Channel.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday morning, I woke up and automatically turned on the TV, trying to find a good channel to watch. And then my hand stopped pressing the remote control when I saw a very interesting scene in National Geographic Channel. I decided to watch it, and the program was titled 'Locked Up Abroad'. It was a program that showed people who got locked up in other countries' jails. That time, the episode shown a story of a young woman who got trapped by becoming a heroin smuggler to Bangladesh to Switzerland, that's why the title was 'Locked Up Abroad: Bangladesh'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The woman's name was Lia McCord, you can Google it if you didn't believe her story. She just graduated from high school and decided to pursue a career as a model. She rented a house with some roommates, and one day her roommate came back to the house, bringing $10,000 cash. She told Lia that she got the money by smuggling diamonds to United States. Forced by her situation (she didn't have much money when that happened), she told her friend to bring her to people whom her friend worked to. Long story short, Lia met her so-called boss, who told her to smuggle drugs from Bangladesh to Switzerland. She was shocked, because her friend told her that she got the money from smuggling diamonds and not drugs. But in her tight financial situation, she reluctantly accepted the offer. She flew to Bangladesh and stayed in a 5-star hotel for about 2 weeks. 2 weeks later, her visa got expired and on her last day in her visa, she decided to go home. She taped the handful bags of heroin to her hips, and covered them by wearing long dress and jacket. She decided to go to the airport a little bit late, hoping that she would get the final call and hoping the immigration officer wouldn't really paid attention to her. Turned out the fate was conspiring against her. Every person, men or women, would be inspected in a small booth, where a female/male officer would inspect their bodies. Unfortunately she got caught trying to smuggle the heroin. She was sent to a big female prison and she was threatened with death sentence. Fortunately, an American congressman visited Bangladesh and knew her story, and he tried his best to free her. She was finally set free, she went back to USA, and she pursued her bachelor's degree and worked a decent job. &lt;b&gt;She realized that she was given a second chance, something that people didn't get, and she decided to work on the second chance as best as she could.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just now, I accidentally watched another episode of 'Locked Up Abroad'. Today's theme was Bangkok, telling me a story about a middle-class Australian expatriate living in Bangkok. His name was Tim Schrader. He came to Bangkok to pursue his educating career. He worked in a small elementary school, teaching English. He said that it didn't matter about the fee, as long as he got many experiences. Contrary to his small salary, he spent his nights by hanging out on various Bangkok bars, although he knew his salary wouldn't keep up to his nightlife habit. Summer began, and he lost his job because the school he worked for had a long holiday. He needed money so much. That's why he came to his friend named Bradley to get some suggestions using tarot cards. In spite of predicting his career, Bradley introduced him to an American guy who owned a bar in Bangkok. Bradley came clean to Tim, saying that he worked for a fake visa syndicate, who married Bangkok girls with fake marriage certificate, brought them to other countries, and then left them to work there illegally. He told Tim that he could get $1000 per job. Since he was in lack of money, he accepted the job. He succeeded to smuggle 3 prostitutes/girls to several Asian countries. One night, Tim was introduced to another American guy, but this time the business was leveled up to another height: drug smuggling. Foolishly, Tim agreed to smuggle heroin from Bangkok to Los Angeles. The guy told Tim that he would be smuggling around 4-8 kg of heroin, which was put into a luggage. Long story short, Tim got caught in the airport, without managing to get to his flight safely. He was sentenced to a lifetime punishment, and got sent to an all-men prison in outer side of Bangkok. There, he learnt that Bradley was actually an informant who pretended to be a member of the syndicate, and he found out that he was trapped. He got frustrated, so he started using heroin, since the prison was very corrupted and people could easily buy heroin there. He became an addict and he got HIV. He started to rearrange his life when his mother visited him. His mother strengthened him, told him that he should keep thinking positive, keep thinking that one day he would get out from this jail. When his mother went back to Australia, she kept on focusing on her son's issue and kept on doing rallies, begging for the government to give him royal pardon. Finally, after 5 years living in jail, Tim Schroeder was released due to royal pardon of medical issues. He went back to Australia and started to be cured. Right now, he is married to a woman who really accepts him for who he is, and they've been married for 6 years. &lt;b&gt;Tim realized that a second chance may come or may not come at all. In this case, a second chance came to him and he decided to grab it to live something better.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough of the stories. Let's read the sentences above which I bold. Second chance. Seems like an easy thing, huh? Sometimes we do a lot of mistakes and we just let them pass by because we think we will get second chances. Mind you, people: Not all of you will get second chances. If God or the Universe decides not to give you them, I ensure you will live in lifetime regrets, hoping that someday it will all reverse and you can do something to prevent it/to get away from it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Face the facts: Not all of us will be granted those rare second chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are some people who live their life with freedom, doing things they want to do without even considering it, and finally living up the rest of their lives with regrets. There are also some people who live their life, doing things they love to do, but still giving boundaries. These are responsible people. They think before they act. They might look like people who don't really enjoy life, but trust me, these kinds of people are those who will live their elder lives with a smile on their face, knowing that they don't have anything to regret from their youths.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teenagers, consider yourself first if you want to do an unprotected sex. There are chances of you might get pregnant, or even worse, get STDs. Lovers, consider your significant other before breaking their heart. Unemployed people, think first before you apply to a job. Not all jobs are safe out there, and you might end up just like Lia or Tim in the stories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope this post will enlighten and broaden your mind about something we like to take for granted: chances.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-1947956975378486066?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/1947956975378486066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/03/do-you-believe-in-second-chance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/1947956975378486066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/1947956975378486066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/03/do-you-believe-in-second-chance.html' title='Do You Believe in Second Chance?'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P5zOFyfYXD4/TXeDYR7gMhI/AAAAAAAAAYI/VtlFbdTriEU/s72-c/tumblr_lgy5de6szl1qey3sro1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-1097522768500516374</id><published>2011-03-08T07:57:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T08:03:43.878+07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Things that Comes from Boredom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;BOLD&lt;/b&gt; what applies to you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. You’re currently confused about someone’s feelings for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;02. You have been in a serious relationship before.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;03. You own an iPod of some sort.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. You do not like your sibling’s girlfriend/boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;05. You drink too much alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;06. You have been to the Olive Garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;07. You have taken medicine of some sort this week.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. It is really cold in your house right now.&lt;br /&gt;09. You are extremely dependent on others.&lt;br /&gt;10. You do not like to express your feelings in front of others.&lt;br /&gt;11. You ate a lot of food today.&lt;br /&gt;12. It doesn’t take much for you to cry.&lt;br /&gt;13. People consider you as a happy sort of person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14. Someone in your family is rich.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. You have been to Disney World or Disneyland before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;16. You hate when people constantly talk about themselves.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. You are a good listener, but you hate complainers.&lt;br /&gt;18. Someone has called you for a serious medical emergency before.&lt;br /&gt;19. You have had a serious surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;20. Your house has a spare bedroom.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Your house is old.&lt;br /&gt;22. You have at least one cousin under the age of three.&lt;br /&gt;23. You have never held a baby before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;24. You can’t handle toddlers.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;25. You have a painting in your room.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. You have been to Canada.&lt;br /&gt;27. You have been to Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;28. You love cherry flavored lollipops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;29. You celebrate Easter.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. You observe Lent.&lt;br /&gt;31. You are Catholic.&lt;br /&gt;32. You do not believe in God.&lt;br /&gt;33. Religion is not important to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;34. You want to have a small family one day.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;35. You would rather have more sons than daughters.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;36. You have more aunts than uncles.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. You hate being too cold.&lt;br /&gt;38. You currently are way tanner than everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;39. You wear shoes in your house.&lt;br /&gt;40. Your parents are clean freaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;41. You are more messy than clean.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. You are currently angry at someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;43. Patience is so not a virtue to you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Your desk is extremely clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;45. Your bed sheets are either blue, green, black, or white.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. When you hear “black &amp;amp; white” it reminds you of Katy Perry’s ‘Hot n Cold’ song.&lt;br /&gt;47. You have no clue what that song is.&lt;br /&gt;48. You think rap artists are completely pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;49. You are glad George Bush is out of office.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;50. Politics are boring to you. -&gt; SO FUCKING BORING TO ME.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. You take a vitamin daily.&lt;br /&gt;52. You feel like you are sick often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;53. You hate throwing up.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. You think it’s gross when people set food down on their desk at school with no napkin.&lt;br /&gt;55. You also find it gross that people sit on top of desks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;56. You are now cringing at the thought of someone’s food where someone’s ass was.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. You love getting bubble baths.&lt;br /&gt;58. You do not like chocolate at all.&lt;br /&gt;59. You are allergic to nuts.&lt;br /&gt;60. You have been stung by a bee before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;61. You have been to the emergency room before for something.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. One of your parents is 50 or older.&lt;br /&gt;63. You are the baby of your immediate family.&lt;br /&gt;64. You hate broccoli.&lt;br /&gt;65. Cooked carrots are good, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;66. You go on tumblr too much.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. You are really comfortable right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;68. You like witty t-shirts.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. You are a major fan of underground bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;70. You have been on an airplane before.&lt;br /&gt;71. You are not afraid of heights. (not much)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. You consider yourself paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;73. You have had a panic attack before.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. The thought of being old and alone bothers you.&lt;br /&gt;75. You would choose the elderly over children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;76. You feel like you’re living in the wrong decade.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;77. You like the color green.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. You think it’s way too cold outside right now.&lt;br /&gt;79. You love the thought of sleeping in tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;80. You would rather go to bed early and get up early.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. You feel like the early bird catches the worm.&lt;br /&gt;82. You are a big breakfast eater.&lt;br /&gt;83. You are currently suffering from the common cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;84. You are craving something salty.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. You have been in a car today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;86. There is something plugged in near you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;87. You have heard of the TV show “Private Practice.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. You do not like medical television shows.&lt;br /&gt;89. You prefer horror to comedies.&lt;br /&gt;90. You adore Leo &amp;amp; Kate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;91. You think high-waisted pants look good.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. You hate cheesy movies.&lt;br /&gt;93. You enjoy camping out.&lt;br /&gt;94. Bugs bother you.&lt;br /&gt;95. You do well in school without trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;96. You are extremely jealous of someone currently.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;97. You feel like you have changed a lot from 08-09.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. You like energy drinks.&lt;br /&gt;99. You like italics.&lt;br /&gt;100. You know the entire script of Mean Girls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-1097522768500516374?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/1097522768500516374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/03/100-things-that-comes-from-boredom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/1097522768500516374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/1097522768500516374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/03/100-things-that-comes-from-boredom.html' title='100 Things that Comes from Boredom.'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-1040052859135033343</id><published>2011-03-08T07:40:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T07:56:26.622+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourth Semester.</title><content type='html'>Hey guys! So sorry for not touching this blog for a long time. I am kinda in the state of 'I-don't-have-any-inspirational-post', so I guess today I'll just brag about my daily life, which is college.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;College seems good to me nowadays. This semester I have one day off - which is on Friday, so I can laugh at others who still have work/college/school at the end of the week. The rest of it is okay, I think. On Monday I have Indonesian Diplomacy History (the lecturer is my academic advisor, and on the first meeting she already talked about 'Criminal Minds', HUH?) and Islamic Philosophy History (THE most boring subject everrrrr. Plus I kinda don't like the lecturer so it makes the subject double boredom). On Tuesday I have Agrarian History (yeah you must have been wondering what shit I am learning, huh? Well, this class is all about Indonesia's agrarian cultivation system, not that I'm majoring in Agrarian Engineering or something). On Wednesday I have Introduction to Philosophy and Modern Thinking (THIS IS A COMPULSORY COURSE AND SO FAR I AM SICK OF IT. I pay tuition fee not to talk about Socrates and Plato, comprende?) and Indonesian Economic Development History. On Thursday... *drumroll* I have the most interesting classes everrrrr! They are US Politics in Middle East and Political Communication. The first class is definitely something, because we're talking about US interventions and we talk a lot about Jewish history (which is something in my 'favorite topic to talk about' list), and in Political Communication we talk a lot about the way media forms political stuffs to be launched to public.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also join ATENA (Asosiasi Tenis Budaya - Cultural Tennis Association), my campus' tennis club. I am one of the founders, actually, and I got appointed as the secretary. The chairman (a.k.a. my boss) is a very neurotic and Glee-minded person named Adrian. Seriously, at this point I don't really think I can handle an overly Glee-minded person like him. Okay, enough bragging about the chairman. Long story short, I am so glad to be pointed as the secretary. I think this year is perfect for me to start being active in campus committees, after a year being a super passive college student.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And.... yeah, I am starting to practice my long lost habit named procrastination. Let's see... I have two presentations coming this week or a week later, both come from US Politics in Middle East and Islamic Philosophy History. I have to discuss about US' interventions on Six Day War in the Middle East class and Kahar Mudzakkir's philosophy in Islamic. WHICH DRIVES MY FREAKING MIND TO WHERE IT DOESN'T BELONG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. I will do some surveys and I'll post them on this blog. Smell you later. I hope I can think of more inspirational posts soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-1040052859135033343?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/1040052859135033343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/03/fourth-semester.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/1040052859135033343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/1040052859135033343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/03/fourth-semester.html' title='Fourth Semester.'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-9107320675155994596</id><published>2011-02-15T09:18:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T09:44:53.393+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Fucking Hate Disappointments.</title><content type='html'>Need I say more? I. Fucking. Hate. Being. Disappointed.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course everyone in this world feels the same thing. They hate if they've been expecting for something for such a long time, and then TADA! that thing called expectation ruined you. For example, you've been planning on this dream vacation with your best friends, maybe exploring several cities in your country. You have saved every single pennies from your allowance, you have written your itineraries, you have daydreamed about how perfect your vacation will be... and then suddenly something unexpected happen. Like probably your parents changed their mind about allowing you to go on a vacation with your friends. Then you have to drop everything off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There you go. Your dreams ruined, and then you blame your expectations for those shits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's what's really happening to me right now. Well, not exactly like the example shown above... but pretty much the same thing. I hate being disappointed. I hate making promises for a long time, and then someone just drops it off. What happened to the principal called 'first things first', people????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my God. Fuck this. I know I shouldn't be disappointed, though. I know that people make hundreds of promises every seconds and at the same time, people also break thousands of promises. I know that unconsciously I also break promises. But still this is such a fucking shock at heart. It's because this person whom we made promise together, is someone I haven't really seen in a long time. Well, a month can be considered as 'long time', right? And then suddenly the promise is broken. Oh shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though the promise that is broken is just a usual lunch with movies afterwards (which is what we usually do when we hang out), I still feel disappointed. And though it wasn't really this person's intention to break it, I still feel disappointed. I don't know why. Maybe it's just an act of nature when you've been expecting for a promise to happen and then the other break it - intentionally or not. Then, you become disappointed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Seems like I use the word 'fuck' and 'disappointed' a lot in this post. To hell with it. That's what I'm feeling.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And lately I've felt, what does it called - being left out? Lately I've felt this person - whom I made promises to - is being all secretive on me. Shit, man. I don't know if it's just me, or if this person is totally being secretive nowadays. Like, oh my God, last time I heard something on this person was when this person had this relationship problem. And if we meet up today, I was planning to ask this person how things went. If it really had been solved or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although this person re-planned our meeting to be next week, but still. The disappointment is still there. And I don't know why the fuck is this happening - but I shed a tear. I really am shedding a tear. I don't usually do this when I got disappointed, you know. Maybe it's just because this person whom promised me things is a person whom I miss the most and now I lose another chance of seeing this person. Oh damn it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seems like what Shakespeare said about the relationship between expectation and disappointment was right. He said, "The roots of all disappointment is expectation."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should expect less. Especially to people whom been very close to me. This is a single case of someone who's close to you can even disappoint you. Even if it's not in their intention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-9107320675155994596?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/9107320675155994596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-fucking-hate-disappointments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/9107320675155994596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/9107320675155994596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-fucking-hate-disappointments.html' title='I Fucking Hate Disappointments.'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-5874049139273408761</id><published>2011-02-11T09:58:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T16:05:37.173+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just 'Speak Now' on February 9th, 2011.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hello!!!! Oh, long time no see. How about if I share my experience in watching Taylor Swift concert? Raise your glass, everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I went to the concert with my friend in Singapore, her name is Dorna. We were so stoked by the concert so we went there about 2 hours before the concert. Once we get to the venue (Singapore Indoor Stadium), there had been a lot of fans waiting for the venue doors to open. Oh, there were merchandise booths too, where they sold Taylor Swift merchandises. I bought a Speak Now world tour t-shirt and a pack of Taylor Swift guitar picks for myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJK-U1bj38U/TVTtrtIfQZI/AAAAAAAAAXA/WmXA9Scx_Ps/s400/IMG-20110209-00007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The merchandise booth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And then, Dorna and I waited on the East Entrance door. There were still a fewpeople queuing, so we didn't rush. Suddenly we heard this loud scream from under, and when we saw what went on, it was VJ UTT!!!!!!!! OMG I never felt so close to VJ Utt before. Dorna took a gorgeous picture of him, check this out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJK-U1bj38U/TVTuuHhyrTI/AAAAAAAAAXI/uhTUmsWaHVs/s400/IMG-20110209-00020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry for the bad quality. We were like being pushed by people, ya know?! And you see those boys in white shirts? They were big fans of Taylor Swift. Their T-shirt said "MY HEART BELONGS TO TAYLOR".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So after seeing VJ Utt, we went back to the queue line. Turned out to be the queue line had been filled by people, so we had to go to the back to queue :| About 15 minutes later the door was opened and we entered the venue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The venue was very big! I mean, okay, I had never been to Tennis Indoor Senayan before, but I was sure Singapore Indoor Stadium was much more bigger and much more cleaner than Tennis Indoor Senayan. Dorna and I chilled out for a bit because the venue was still empty and not much people already went in. About 30 minutes later, an opening act was on stage. I asked Dorna who he was and she answered it was Sezairi Sezali, a Singapore Idol winner. And OMG he is soooooo cute with the mixture of t-shirt, blazer and geek glasses! I didn't know the songs but then when he told the audience that his last song was his debut single titled 'Broken', everyone cheered. Seems like he was really famous in Singapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sezairi and his band played their songs for about 15-20 minutes, and then they disappeared. We kept waiting and waiting and waiting... people kept on screaming Taylor's name... until 20 minutes later, Taylor appeared. TADAAAA!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJK-U1bj38U/TVTzbMgCknI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/WHsPcab3Exs/s400/IMG-20110209-00046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;OMG she looked VERY BEAUTIFUL with her gold mini dress and the sexy red guitar!!!!!! Here's the song list of the concert if you're wondering what songs she played in the concert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TAYLOR SWIFT SONG LIST&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SINGAPORE 'SPEAK NOW' WORLD TOUR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9 FEBRUARY 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. Sparks Fly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. Mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. The Story of Us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. Back to December mash-up (Back to December, Apologize, You're Not Sorry)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. Better Than Revenge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6. Speak Now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7. Fearless acoustic mash-up (Fearless, I'm Yours)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8. Fifteen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9. You Belong With Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10. Dear John&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;11. Enchanted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;12. Long Live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;13. Love Story&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She played everything beautifully. On the 6th song, she walked to the second stage (smaller one, which was in the back) and she said "Can I hang out with you guys in the back?" and everyone cheered. Then she introduced her ukulele, and she played the 'Fearless' song. She was so effin beautiful, people!!! She changed her outfit 4 times, all of them were cute dresses. On the last song, we didn't really think it was 'Love Story', so when they played the song's intro, we were all screaming, knowing that our favorite song was being played. Live. In front of our very eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here are some of Taylor Swift's pictures in case you want to wonder what went on. Sorry for the terrible quality, I used my cellphone's camera because I didn't bring a digicam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJK-U1bj38U/TVT16ZM2ZWI/AAAAAAAAAXY/_D5NUTzsJAA/s400/IMG-20110209-00100.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJK-U1bj38U/TVT2wh_mRMI/AAAAAAAAAXg/a_tSJeAH710/s400/IMG-20110209-00061.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taylor singing 'Back to December'. So sad. Before she played this song, she said "I just want to say sorry."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJK-U1bj38U/TVT3QnH0xFI/AAAAAAAAAXo/CJGwa_Ziqac/s400/IMG-20110209-00091.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her tiny little figure in my cellphone :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Finally after she sang the encore (Love Story), the concert ended. Me and Dorna was sooooo excited, and we decided to chase Taylor - I mean we decided to be a fangirl by looking for her. We went to this space where a lot of Swifties gathered around, screaming Taylor's name, but she was nowhere to be seen. And then there were these screaming fans on the other side of the space, so we ran there, but again, Taylor was not there. And then about 50 meters from the place we waited to the right, I had a feeling that Taylor would appear there. So I told Dorna to come with me to the right side of the venue where not many fans gathered. I got really suspicious especially because a car was parked right in front of the glass door - me and Dorna thought it must be Taylor's car. Plus the car suddenly occupied by a few people and it went to the back side of the venue. Although there was a bodyguard who guarded the side we went, we just went 'to hell with them' and crossed the barrier to the glass door. And guess what? About a few minutes later, Taylor came up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJK-U1bj38U/TVT56PzvySI/AAAAAAAAAXw/fil__U0YjF4/s400/Crystal%2BJude.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A VERY VERY VERY DARK PICTURE OF TAYLOR SWIFT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh my God. Taylor and I were just separated by a single stupid glass door. She's only less than a meter away from me!!! I was sooooo excited so I forgot to change the camera mode into night mode, because if I did, the picture would've been much clearer. But you can see Taylor, can you? That curly girl with flower-patterned dress?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That night I went home with Dorna and her father. I was so happy until I couldn't sleep at all. This was one of the best days in my whole life. I promise, if Taylor does a concert in Jakarta, I would definitely buy the standing ticket, I would definitely enter every single quiz, and once I get there I would definitely bring my guitar and be the loudest fan ever so Taylor could see me and I could get a T-Party pass. And if I got a T-Party pass, I would ask her to sign my guitar (which I named Taylor) and I would give her my previously recorded songs for her to listen to. I WOULD. I DEFINITELY WOULD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thank you Taylor! You are the best thing that's ever been mine :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-5874049139273408761?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/5874049139273408761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-just-speak-now-on-february-9th-2011.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/5874049139273408761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/5874049139273408761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-just-speak-now-on-february-9th-2011.html' title='I just &apos;Speak Now&apos; on February 9th, 2011.'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJK-U1bj38U/TVTtrtIfQZI/AAAAAAAAAXA/WmXA9Scx_Ps/s72-c/IMG-20110209-00007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-6258381333097365537</id><published>2011-01-18T09:34:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T10:03:30.513+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Midas Touch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJK-U1bj38U/TTT9QTm8gQI/AAAAAAAAAWk/FsPsaDXAfBQ/s1600/midas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJK-U1bj38U/TTT9QTm8gQI/AAAAAAAAAWk/FsPsaDXAfBQ/s400/midas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563349896292761858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little bit of mythology before starting the post...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does anyone ever heard of the story of King Midas and his golden touch? For anyone who hasn't known of it yet, here's the story. There was a king in somewhere in the Middle East, named King Midas. He was a foolish and greedy man, all he cared about was his wealth and fortune, and how to preserve it or even how to multiply it. One day an old satyre came to his palace, King Midas known him as Silenus, a friend of the god Dionysius. Silenus was given great amount of hospitality, and he felt happy with it, so before he left the palace, he asked King Midas for a wish he'd surely fulfill. King Midas thought on how to multiply his wealthiness, so he asked Silenus for a gift that everything he touch would turn into gold. Silenus granted the wish, thus made King Midas as a king with a golden touch, literally. Everything he touched turned into gold, and soon he became the richest man in the country. But Midas' wish turned against him when he got hungry, because his foods and his drinks turned into gold, also. Then he begged Silenus to remove the gift from him, and Silenus told him that the gift would be gone if he bathed himself in the river of Pactolus. King Midas bathed there and his golden touch gift was gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until now, the term 'golden touch' or 'Midas touch' is still used to describe someone that can make profit from everything they are doing (the terms are used in sentences like "Seems like the guy has the golden touch because he become so rich although his business looks not so promising").&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the profession that seems to have the 'golden touch' in it is medical professions, for example: doctors. I saw this when I went to an ENT doctor yesterday. For your information, for the past 2 weeks I became deaf, because of excessive amount of ear dirt inside both of my ears. Last week I went to an ENT doctor and he prescribed me a medicine and he told me to come back a week later. Yesterday I went there again to have my ear dirt cleaned, and he gave me no prescriptions at all. When I saw the bill, I was shocked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JUDY'S ENT DOCTOR BILL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hospital administration: Rp 25.000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ENT doctor service: Rp 150.000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Physician action: Rp 100.000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The physician action part is when the doctor cleaned out my ear dirt. CLEANING OUT EAR DIRT. He made Rp 100.000 for cleaning out ear dirt, for God's sake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. That was when I told myself, &lt;i&gt;"Jude, why didn't you chose Natural Science major in high school? Why didn't you try to enroll for Medical School? Why didn't you pursue a medical-related career, such as a doctor?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I realize: everybody has their own golden touch. Everybody can be King Midas, the only thing stopping them is if they want to be King Midas or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all will have jobs someday. We can be journalists, doctors, investigators, engineers, authors, bankers, politicians, etc. Those jobs will give us profits and money for us to live, right? But what happens if you think your job doesn't give you as much money as you want? You seek for opportunities. Now this - the ability of looking for opportunities - is what I call the modern way of golden touch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How to be able to be smart on looking for opportunities that might give you more fortune? The only way to create fortune is &lt;b&gt;NOT MISSING ANY OPPORTUNITIES AVAILABLE.&lt;/b&gt; If someone ask you to do something, do it for them. If someone tells you a part-time job, go for it. If your parents enroll you to a language course, go for it. Fortune doesn't only come from money. Abilities to do something can also be called as fortune. I have a friend who's fluent in Dutch, because his mother enrolled him for Dutch course since he was a kid. Now he starts to give Dutch language lessons to other friends. He makes his gift as an opportunity to make money. That's what I call a person with golden touch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Opportunities don't knock twice, guys. If you think they suit you, reach it! Before someone else steal your dreams and your fortunes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-6258381333097365537?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/6258381333097365537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/01/midas-touch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/6258381333097365537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/6258381333097365537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/01/midas-touch.html' title='Midas Touch'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJK-U1bj38U/TTT9QTm8gQI/AAAAAAAAAWk/FsPsaDXAfBQ/s72-c/midas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-1821284183559961103</id><published>2011-01-15T16:32:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T17:01:27.590+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Family Bonding Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today was a special day for me, because I went to my dad's birthday lunch with my whole family. We had lunch in Satoo Restaurant Shangri-La Hotel, and the food was UH-MA-ZING. I'd never been there before, and I got so excited by looking at the foods and the decorations, etc. Actually my dad had his birthday on the so-called magical date called 11.1.11, but he decided to celebrate it today since his birthday was on weekday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the birthday &lt;s&gt;boy&lt;/s&gt; man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJK-U1bj38U/TTFrEAYmnSI/AAAAAAAAAVs/Dwymh5xC0uQ/s400/IMG_4928.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOL sorry for the so-called ugly pic. I didn't take a decent photo of him -_-" Nevertheless, he had a hair cut and it looked good on him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The food was awesome, the decorations were amazing, and it was a buffet restaurant anyway, so I ate until I couldn't feel my tummy anymore. I ate mostly everything, from appetizers to main course to desserts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJK-U1bj38U/TTFt7zpiC1I/AAAAAAAAAWE/er9PKDPqNJ4/s400/IMG_4953.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can't help to be a cam-whore...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here are the yummy yummy foods I captured! Prepare some tissues for major drooling moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJK-U1bj38U/TTFvWHcfRpI/AAAAAAAAAWM/Dxbraelokio/s400/IMG_4955.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Super yummy oreo mocha cupcake and chocolate fondant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJK-U1bj38U/TTFvyNgjkcI/AAAAAAAAAWU/Ie20zADbQ-4/s400/IMG_4973.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cakes. Tons of cakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJK-U1bj38U/TTFwL16K0LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/r6f6YU1Slgc/s400/IMG_4964.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good job, macro. You make me want to taste this ice cream again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dad asked me, "When will you go to Singapore?" I said "Next month. 8th to 11th." WOOT CAN'T WAIT FOR TAYLOR SWIFT CONCERT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-1821284183559961103?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/1821284183559961103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/01/saturday-family-bonding-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/1821284183559961103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/1821284183559961103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/01/saturday-family-bonding-time.html' title='Saturday Family Bonding Time'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJK-U1bj38U/TTFrEAYmnSI/AAAAAAAAAVs/Dwymh5xC0uQ/s72-c/IMG_4928.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-3022946023141609580</id><published>2011-01-11T16:29:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T17:28:17.387+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another So-called Boring Survey...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hopping through Tumblr and typing 'survey' on the search bar, this is the best I can get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Interested in anyone? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but it's just a crush. Nothing too serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What if your ex says to you “why did you let me go?”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said "I didn't. You did."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last time you had pizza?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 4 days ago in Domino's Pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who was the first person you talked to today? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Would you hug the last person you hugged again? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is the last person who wrote a letter to you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forget. It's been a long time, you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you have to check in with your parents before you go someplace?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, just tell them I'm going somewhere, who I'm going with, and what time I'm gonna get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you excited for anything?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Singapore 2011 to see Taylor Swift in action!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you ever passed out/fainted?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just once, and I don't want that to happen to me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where is the person you miss most right now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rey, although we had our bonding time last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you believe in 11:11? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;New phone or new computer?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New computer. Shiz, my laptop is broken and I'm demanding my dad a netbook or a Macbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are all girls shit talkers and bitches?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are all guys players and cheaters?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, there are nice guys out there, you just have to open your heart and definitely they will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Is there anybody you wish you could be spending time with right now? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you ever laid on a couch with someone? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kissed somebody whose name starts with a J C T or K? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you see a girl with big boobs do you automatically think she’s a slut?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the outside, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you ever made out with someone you weren’t dating?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you could pack up and move away right now, would you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! Oh my God I'm desperately waiting for New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you ever talked to someone when they were high?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Could you go for the rest of your life without drinking alcohol? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could but I just wouldn’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you smile a lot?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I’m happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you short?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes. Just 149 cm. Shiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you ever been kissed on the cheek?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you wearing a necklace?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you know who you’ll kiss next?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Isn’t it wild to think there’s someone out there that loves EVERYTHING about you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! And I can't wait to know who that person is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How many people lied to you today?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would I know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who are you expecting a call from?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't expect anyone to call me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you have any homework to do?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duh, this is freaking holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Does anyone like you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you afraid of roller coasters?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. It's one of my source of happiness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Has the last person you kissed ever give you a hickey?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Can you call your ex without it being awkward?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh definitely no. Up to this point, I still feel awkward when it comes to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last night, you felt?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who was the last person you texted? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mega.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last time you held hands with someone?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When you hold hands do you interlock fingers?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, just for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you currently have feelings for anybody? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think yes, or no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who were you with the last time you went to the movie theater?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indra, Hendra and Wening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you told anybody you loved them today and meant it?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you hate when people call you when you’re sleeping?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YES. It fucking pisses me off just to answer that god damn phone. That's why I always set my phone to silent mode every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What woke you up this morning?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biological clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What was the last drink you had?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syrup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Did anything annoy you today?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The overly-lagged computer system so I couldn't choose my class on time. But fortunately I have chosen them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If your ex was in trouble and you were the only one that could help him/her, would you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I would. Only if he asks me. But I'd help him if I knew I was the only one who could help him even if he didn't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you gave up on someone?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you believe ex’s can be friends?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all of them. Example: me and 'Edward Cullen'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Were you single on your last birthday?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you care if people hate you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only when it gets to the point where everyone does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last person you kissed, have you had sex with them?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How many texts are currently in your outbox?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outbox or inbox?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you find smoking unattractive?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck no. It makes you look fucking uncool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hows your relationship between yourself and your parents?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty good. My dad's a gadget freak so he always buy me new gadgets if he has the bucks hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Could you go a month without cursing?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck no. See? I just did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Is there a girl that knows everything or almost everything about you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you believe in kissing when you’re not together yet? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, it makes you look like a slut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Someone tells you that your beautiful, you say?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a simple 'thank you'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and happy 1/1/11! Though I know it's just a number, it sounds so silly to hear people being so stoked about the date. Dude, it's only a number. But I feel too bored so I pretend to be stoked about 1/1/11 so I posted it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-3022946023141609580?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/3022946023141609580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/01/another-so-called-boring-survey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/3022946023141609580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/3022946023141609580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/01/another-so-called-boring-survey.html' title='Another So-called Boring Survey...'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-2168516250989255165</id><published>2011-01-10T13:39:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T14:09:59.622+07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 days of 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, it's been 10 days in 2011, and seriously, nothing has changed much. Except the fact that I turned down a very promising job in a very promising bookstore in Jakarta, and how my brand-new hair color changed me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you know? On the last week of 2010, I sent a CV to an international bookstore, applying for a part-time job as a storekeeper and I got interviewed right one day after I sent the CV. Lucky enough, a week later, the interviewer called me and said that I passed the interview. And then she told me to go to the nearest branch which was in Plaza Indonesia, to discuss about the working permits with the store manager. And so I went there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first meeting ran smoothly. The store manager gave me a contract draft and a storekeeper manual. He said that I could think about the contract first, and then contacted him if I changed my mind or if I agreed to the contract. I went back home and read the contract carefully, and that's when my heart said: "This is not right for you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't know why but I guess the heart spoke much to me by just saying those simple, 6-word sentence. Especially when I read the third section of the contract that said: "Employers must accept a 12-month contract with the company." And also the fourth section that said: "If the employer decides to withdraw from his/her job before minimum 12-month working months, he/she must give all the salaries back to the company."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then it was the moment when I said "What the fuck?".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I discussed this with my grandma, because I thought I just wanted to get some experiences by working part-time. It's not that I didn't have money or whatsoever reasons, I just wanted to know how it felt to work, and to gain something after working so hard. I told my grandma that I only wanted to stay there for 6 months, because: 1) I still wanted to have holiday, and 2) I was afraid I'd ruin my college schedule if I stayed there for 12 months. My grandma agreed with me and she told me to tell the store manager. I called the store manager, said my points, and he said reluctantly that I should went back there the day after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day, I went back to the bookstore. I said my points clearly to the store manager, saying everything I had in my head, and not being afraid to be rejected or anything that possible. Finally the store manager said that he couldn't hire me because of the working months disagreement, and to be frantic, I was totally cool with that. I mean, I realized that maybe this wasn't the right time for me to get a job, although how excited and how cool that might sound. I left the bookstore, feeling proud of myself, because I didn't become one of those people who signed a 12-month working contract but ended up only working for 6-7 months or so. I felt proud because I succeeded to resist the temptation of impeaching a working contract.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay... Um.... What's next? Oh! Should I tell you about my newest hair color?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my 'unspoken' New Year's resolution is to pamper myself, as in to give myself a brand new makeover. Well, Rey and I decided to go to a hair salon one day and have our hair a brand new look! Finally, here's Judy with chocolate-brown hair:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJK-U1bj38U/TSqv0lLuuxI/AAAAAAAAAUk/R2CePuBtrxA/s400/me.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560450007811668754" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At first I felt kinda weird with this new color, but my friends and family said that it suited me well, and they complimented on how the color changed my aura. Well, I don't know if that is true, but whatever. I personally called this "My Lexie-Grey-hair-before-she-decided-going-blonde hair color".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;How's your first 10 days of January goes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-2168516250989255165?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/2168516250989255165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/01/10-days-of-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/2168516250989255165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/2168516250989255165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/01/10-days-of-2011.html' title='10 days of 2011'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJK-U1bj38U/TSqv0lLuuxI/AAAAAAAAAUk/R2CePuBtrxA/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-8813482916320282063</id><published>2011-01-02T18:52:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T19:23:43.749+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Post in 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJK-U1bj38U/TSBni1fpPuI/AAAAAAAAAUU/lTUUIlNPC7k/s1600/tumblr_lee8s8SoZ51qzbgaio1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJK-U1bj38U/TSBni1fpPuI/AAAAAAAAAUU/lTUUIlNPC7k/s400/tumblr_lee8s8SoZ51qzbgaio1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557555788348210914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Picture taken from &lt;a href="http://katieography.tumblr.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is the first post in the new decade: 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;SUPER YAY!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Not just because 2011 is the new decade (say goodbye to the 2000's), but also 2011 ends with my favorite number: 1. And based on the picture above, 2011 is the year of hoping. I always believe that new year indicates new things in life, new attitude, new experience, NEW YOU. Let's try not to make our life boring, let's find something else to do, something you haven't done before. Something people usually call... resolutions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, I know you guys, ready or not, make New Year's Resolutions every year. Some will make a list of things they will do this year, when some just keep things in mind. Well, I make things in mind, but I'm not a person who puts 'be a better person' in my New Year's Resolutions, those things are just too crappy. You can be a better person without even waiting for New Year. In my opinion, resolutions are the things you want to do in your life, things that are practical, and can be seen by other people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Get that? Or do you feel confused by reading my explanation? Well... if you do, let's just read my New Year's Resolutions so you can get my point and start doing one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JUDY'S 2011 RESOLUTION&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. Travel somewhere I haven't gone to before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is true, people. My main resolution in 2011 is to travel to somewhere I haven't gone to. I'm thinking of Vietnam, and I plan to go there on August 2011. Actually I picked several countries like Macau, Vietnam and Japan, but then I thought that Vietnam is famous because of their Vietnam War, so I bet they have so many historical places, which is my main attraction every time I visit a country. I also thought of Japan and I planned to go there on winter, but I thought the budget might be too expensive for a college student like me. So I decided that I'm gonna save up for Vietnam in August 2011. I won't go alone, because I have asked 3 friends to join me and they said they wanted to come! So excited to have friends like Rey, Hendra and Indra, people who have same traveling passion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2. Have a boyfriend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This may sound cheesy, but this year I think I should have someone again. Well, a year and a half is enough to be single, right? I hope I find "the one" this year :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;...That's all. I only have 2 resolutions this year because I'm afraid if I put too much resolutions, I won't be able to complete all of them by the end of 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Have a great year, people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-8813482916320282063?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/8813482916320282063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/01/first-post-in-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/8813482916320282063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/8813482916320282063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2011/01/first-post-in-2011.html' title='The First Post in 2011'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJK-U1bj38U/TSBni1fpPuI/AAAAAAAAAUU/lTUUIlNPC7k/s72-c/tumblr_lee8s8SoZ51qzbgaio1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-6053776846343090065</id><published>2010-12-25T17:31:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T17:34:08.747+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJK-U1bj38U/TRXIUTWoCiI/AAAAAAAAAUI/6sj5GJ8n7MI/s1600/christmas%2Btree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 362px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJK-U1bj38U/TRXIUTWoCiI/AAAAAAAAAUI/6sj5GJ8n7MI/s400/christmas%2Btree.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554565966549486114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Just want to say..........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-6053776846343090065?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/6053776846343090065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-want-to-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/6053776846343090065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/6053776846343090065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-want-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJK-U1bj38U/TRXIUTWoCiI/AAAAAAAAAUI/6sj5GJ8n7MI/s72-c/christmas%2Btree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-8792255670152642887</id><published>2010-12-22T19:45:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T20:56:22.254+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hari Ibu: Perspektif Dari Perempuan Yang Tidak Merayakan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJK-U1bj38U/TRH0BxopiPI/AAAAAAAAAUA/gJxM--NjN8M/s1600/MOTHER%2527S%2BDAY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJK-U1bj38U/TRH0BxopiPI/AAAAAAAAAUA/gJxM--NjN8M/s400/MOTHER%2527S%2BDAY.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553488126865410290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Setiap tanggal 22 Desember, gue selalu jadi orang tersinis di seluruh dunia. Karena setiap tanggal 22 Desember, seluruh Indonesia merayakan hari untuk mengingat seseorang yang nggak gue punya. Seorang ibu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nyokap gue meninggal 9 hari sesudah ngelahirin gue. Gue lahir tanggal 10, sedangkan dia meninggal tanggal 19. Berdasarkan informasi yang gue ulik-ulik dari bokap, ternyata pas dia hamil gue dia lagi sakit darah tinggi ato apa gitu. Akhirnya gue harus jadi bayi prematur dan tinggal di dalem inkubator selama 1 bulan. Otomatis gue nggak pernah ketemu nyokap gue sampe sekarang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waktu gue umur 7 tahun, bokap gue nikah lagi. Nyokap tiri gue emang baik, tapi sebaik-baiknya nyokap tiri, gue nggak pernah menganggap dia sebagai nyokap asli gue. Makanya selama 19 tahun gue hidup, gue nggak pernah merasakan semangat asli dari Hari Ibu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Untuk kalian yang masih punya ibu, kalian sungguh sungguh sangat beruntung, biar gue kasih tau. Ya, gue pernah denger cerita temen-temen gue yang ngeluh betapa cerewetnya nyokap mereka, betapa nyebelinnya nyokap mereka, betapa protektifnya nyokap mereka, dan lain-lain. Tapi gue sering berpikir seandainya gue punya ibu kandung yang bisa cerewetin gue, bikin gue sebel karena terlalu dikekang, dan lain-lain. Gue percaya kalo mereka itu ngelakuin hal-hal itu semua buat kebaikan kita juga. Apalagi anak-anak cewek. Mungkin kalian, pembaca yang cewek, ngerasa bosen banget diceramahin sama nyokap tentang betapa kita harus jaga diri kita, apalagi kalo yang udah pada pacaran. Mungkin kalian merasa bahwa nyokap-nyokap kalian itu katro atau nggak jaman. Percaya deh sama gue, yang namanya kata-kata nyokap itu nggak bakal hilang dilekang waktu. Seberapa modern jaman tempat lo hidup, kata-kata seorang ibu itu kayak makanan abadi yang nggak ada tanggal kadaluwarsanya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kalo ditanya: "Gimana rasanya nggak kenal sama ibu sendiri?" Gue punya jawaban: "Tergantung di sisi mana lo liatnya". Dari sisi 'enak'-nya, gue nggak perlu sedih setiap kali ada sodara dari pihak nyokap yang nyama-nyamain gue sama dia. Karena gue nggak punya kenangan apa-apa sama nyokap, jadi itu ibarat disama-samain sama seseorang yang nggak gue kenal. Di sisi 'nggak enak'-nya, terletak di bagian bahwa gue nggak kenal sama sekali sama nyokap gue itu. Kadang kalo denger dari cerita bokap, gue suka penasaran tentang gimana nyokap gue hidup waktu dia masih hidup dulu. Kenangan yang nggak gue punya sama nyokap juga bisa jadi bumerang sendiri di saat-saat penting kayak Hari Ibu ini, yaitu fakta bahwa sebenernya gue nggak punya kenangan apa-apa sama nyokap, istilahnya gue itu kayak cuma 'numpang lahir' doang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nggak punya ibu kandung, menurut gue bikin gue lebih kuat dalam menghadapi segala hal. Sebagai contoh, gue bukan orang yang gampang nangis atau gampang nyerah dalam menghadapi hidup. Hal itu gue tanam dalam-dalam sejak gue diperhadapkan dengan fakta bahwa gue nggak punya seorang ibu kandung, seorang sosok yang bisa gue contoh, seorang sosok yang bisa gue curahkan air mata. Dengan kata lain, gue harus kuat menghadapi tantangan hidup sendiri. Nggak punya ibu kandung membuat gue tumbuh jadi orang yang nggak manja dan nggak menye-menye dalam menghadapi tantangan hidup. Walaupun kadang gue suka iri banget liat temen-temen gue yang bisa manja-manjaan sama mama-mamanya, minta dibeliin ini-itu sambil gelendotan. &lt;i&gt;I'm a 19-year-old girl but I still wish to hold my mommy every time I go to the mall, or tell people how kind or how pretty my mommy is and show her to the whole world that I have the most beautiful mommy ever.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kalo boleh berandai-andai, gue pengen banget sehari aja merayakan Hari Ibu sama ibu kandung yang nggak gue kenal itu. Gue penasaran gimana sih rasa senengnya orang-orang pas ngasih sesuatu ke ibu mereka, ibu kandung yang udah ngelahirin dan ngebesarin mereka, dan gue penasaran apakah ibu gue akan tersenyum saat gue memberikan dia seikat bunga atau sebatang coklat tanda terima kasih? Atau malah bersikap biasa-biasa aja dan malah nyuruh gue cepet makan pagi biar nggak telat ke kampus? Gue juga penasaran, apa gue akan mentraktir ibu gue itu makanan favoritnya - yang sejauh ini gue tau adalah es krim Baskin Robbins? Atau malah saat kami ada di gerai es krim, beliau malah nyuruh gue pilih es krim kesukaan gue dan semuanya dia yang bayar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gue menulis ini hanya untuk &lt;i&gt;sharing &lt;/i&gt;sama kalian semua bahwa kalian, yang masih punya orang tua lengkap, adalah orang-orang paling beruntung di seluruh dunia. Sayangilah orang tua, terutama nyokap-nyokap kalian, karena tanpa dia, kalian bukan apa-apa. Jangan tunggu sampe besok! Ayo kecup nyokap kalian di hari yang spesial ini, karena siapa tahu besok Tuhan berkehendak lain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;To all mommas in the world, Happy Mother's Day. You - as far as I know, are heroes without any doubt.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-8792255670152642887?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/8792255670152642887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2010/12/hari-ibu-perspektif-dari-perempuan-yang.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/8792255670152642887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/8792255670152642887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2010/12/hari-ibu-perspektif-dari-perempuan-yang.html' title='Hari Ibu: Perspektif Dari Perempuan Yang Tidak Merayakan.'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJK-U1bj38U/TRH0BxopiPI/AAAAAAAAAUA/gJxM--NjN8M/s72-c/MOTHER%2527S%2BDAY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-175569640284151816</id><published>2010-12-16T17:25:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T17:55:48.792+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Childhood Cartoons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was hopping on Youtube when I saw this video of a guy who mixed numbers of old-school cartoon theme songs in a 8-minute medley. It was so cute and suddenly made me remember my favorite cartoons when I was a kid. Luckily I consider I I had a wonderful childhood, because TV stations aired so many cartoon movies during my childhood (1990's). I kinda miss those cartoons and I wish someone sell the DVD so I can watch them again. Here are my favorite cartoons, I hope I share my favorites with you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. SAILOR MOON&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJK-U1bj38U/TQnqgCqlaYI/AAAAAAAAATg/hij1MaY95VE/s400/Sailor%252BMoon%252BR%252B.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, really, who didn't love these sailor-uniformed girls in the 90's, please raise your hand. As far as I know, every little girls loved Sailor Moon, and I was one of the screaming girls every time my TV aired the show every Sunday right after I got back from Sunday School. My favorite sailor is Sailor Jupiter because she loved to cook, and also Sailor Mars. But I grew tired of them once they introduced new sailors such as Sailor Uranus, Neptune and Pluto. I liked the original 5 sailors better than the later 8 sailors. And as a little girl, of course I loved Masked Tuxedo, Usagi's (Sailor Moon's) lover. As a kid, to show my deep love for Sailor Moon, I even collected all of their memorabilia such as posters, bed sheets, stickers, I even had their action figures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. MAGICAL PRINCESS MINKY MOMO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJK-U1bj38U/TQnrvA5CEiI/AAAAAAAAATo/WKkZDOsxXNE/s400/minky%2Bmomo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Some people might have forgotten this character, but I am one of the few who don't. As far as I remember, Minky Momo was a girl who had this magic briefcase which could turn her into everything she wanted to be, mostly she changed into an adult in any profession. I remember that because when I was a kid I was dying to get a magic briefcase just like that, a briefcase that could change me into an adult. Man, those were the times that I thought being an adult wasn't a hard thing, and it turned to be the opposite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. CARDCAPTOR SAKURA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJK-U1bj38U/TQntIYWO7xI/AAAAAAAAATw/JtYmMFa1XzI/s400/cardcaptor%2Bsakura.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I liked this anime/cartoon on 3rd grade, and I was REALLY IN LOVE with this cartoon, so in love until I memorized the opening and the closing theme, collected the comics and watched EVERY SINGLE EPISODE of it. I really love Syaoran Li (Sakura's frienemy and lover) because he was pretty handsome for a cartoon character. As far as I remember, I had Sakura's magic stick, but I forget about that. But I grew tired of it when a mysterious character named Eriol came up, and Yukito transformed to Yue, and Kero transformed into this huge-what's-your-name lion-lookalike. Come to think of it, Cardcaptor Sakura was every girls' favorite TV show in my elementary school life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. DETECTIVE CONAN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJK-U1bj38U/TQnu-ZPMG7I/AAAAAAAAAT4/BrvWaoQM5xQ/s400/Detective_Conan_by_dimensi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I liked the TV show better than the comics, because I found out that I wasn't really a big fan of comics. But I did collect some of the numbers, though. I thought Conan was so hot, and he was so handsome when he was a high school student (before he got poisoned and shrunk himself to a small kid).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Besides 4 of those favorite cartoons/anime I wrote, I also liked Mickey Mouse (who didn't?), Mighty Morphin Power Rangers, Doraemon, Jigoku Sensei Nube (a teacher who has a monster hand), etc. I really love if they would show up on TV again, at least to entertain nowadays' kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, what's your favorite cartoon series?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-175569640284151816?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/175569640284151816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2010/12/childhood-cartoons.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/175569640284151816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/175569640284151816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2010/12/childhood-cartoons.html' title='Childhood Cartoons'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJK-U1bj38U/TQnqgCqlaYI/AAAAAAAAATg/hij1MaY95VE/s72-c/Sailor%252BMoon%252BR%252B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-1086225954857430068</id><published>2010-12-12T12:52:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T13:38:35.368+07:00</updated><title type='text'>B - C - D.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJK-U1bj38U/TQRlx2BiMuI/AAAAAAAAATQ/n-L1akw8qeE/s1600/dance%2Bin%2Bthe%2Brain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJK-U1bj38U/TQRlx2BiMuI/AAAAAAAAATQ/n-L1akw8qeE/s400/dance%2Bin%2Bthe%2Brain.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549672547817239266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Picture taken from &lt;a href="http://fuckyeahstreetlights.tumblr.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today, I attended a memorial service in remembrance of my grandma's sister, who passed out a year ago. It's more like a funeral-anniversary (I don't really know how to re-phrase it). We gathered at her cemetery in the morning, and a pastor was on charge there, where he said a couple of things in his sermon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What I remembered the most from his sermon is his marvelous quote on life. He told us this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Life is a journey between B and D. B stands for 'birth', and D stands for 'death'. Between B and D lies C, which is 'choice'. So, life is a journey between birth and death, which is full of choices. Life is the choices itself."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hell yeah. I totally agree with the sermon. Life is the choices. Life is full of choices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ever since you wake up in the morning, you're already facing a choice in front of your head: "Should I wake up, or should I go to bed again?" Before going to bath, you have to make a choice again, between whether you want to take a hot shower, cold shower, or not taking a bath at all. What food you want to eat for breakfast, what transportation you want to use to go to work/school/campus, etc. Try to count how many decisions you have to make in a day, then you'll realize how important choices are, in your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Choice doesn't has to be hard. The questions such as "Should I wear pants or skirt today?" or "What do I want to eat for lunch?" can also be counted as one of the questions which involve choosing and deciding. Moving to another stage, it can be a little bit difficult, such as "Which one is more important - going to the mall on weekends or study for Monday's quiz?". In the end, it will be the hardest question ever: "What do I want to do with my life?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"What do I want to do with my life?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; - a very hard 9-word question, ever. That question can also multiplied into this one: "In life, do I want to be the one who make the decisions or let someone else do the deciding for me?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I remind you, people, there are TONS of yes-men in this world. People who only say "yes" every time others tell them what to do, and not have any guts to say "no", even though they want to say no. People we call as "crowd pleasers", always trying to please other people by all means, even if it means to stay away from their dream just to make others happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Are you even one of them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you're one of them, well... I don't really tell you not to become a crowd pleaser. Once again, since it's your choice, nobody can even force you to stop what you like to do. I'm just trying to broaden your horizons here, to tell you that there's a bigger and better world out there, only if you just start doing things that you like and try to say "no" to commands that you don't like or that you know will ruin your future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To wrap up the post, take a closer look at the picture above. Do you want to dance in the rain or just wait for the sun? Your choice, people! Take risks, be happy, for risks and experiences are things that shape up your life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-1086225954857430068?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/1086225954857430068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2010/12/b-c-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/1086225954857430068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/1086225954857430068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2010/12/b-c-d.html' title='B - C - D.'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJK-U1bj38U/TQRlx2BiMuI/AAAAAAAAATQ/n-L1akw8qeE/s72-c/dance%2Bin%2Bthe%2Brain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-6267186203202323268</id><published>2010-12-05T17:30:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T18:26:31.593+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Survey.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To erase my boredom, I hopped to &lt;a href="http://babyskiffie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mariska's blog&lt;/a&gt; and decided to answer some questions from her blog. Check me out, will ya? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BEST&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moment: First kiss. Hell to the yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Phone you ever owned: Sony Ericsson K850i. Thousands of memories were kept there, until it got broken and couldn't be fixed anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Thing you ever ate: I can't really choose! But I consider this 'ikan bakar' (roasted fish) in Restoran Armando in Manado, North Sulawesi. They have THE BEST chili sauce ever.&lt;br /&gt;Thing you ever drank: Heineken. Woot woot.&lt;br /&gt;Alcohol you ever consumed: Not really an alcohol type, more like a beer type. (Judy you moron, beer is an alcohol drink too. Fuck.)&lt;br /&gt;Kiss you ever had: The first one :)&lt;br /&gt;Friend you ever had: M (junior high to freshman year of university). We lasted for 5 years, I guess?&lt;br /&gt;Subject in school: English.&lt;br /&gt;Accessories you ever worn: This uber-cool necklace my friend gave me on my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WORST&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moment: When I broke up. Suddenly feeling like Bella Swan.&lt;br /&gt;Phone you ever owned: Blackberry Pearl. I ONCE had it because my Javelin was stolen. It sucked big time.&lt;br /&gt;Thing you ever ate: Swikee. I didn't know it was a frog before my grandma told me. Then I puked. Then the rest was history.&lt;br /&gt;Thing you ever drank: Anything labeled 'Chinese medicine'. I hate them for being too bitter.&lt;br /&gt;Alcohol you ever consumed: Red wine. Duh. Pardon my 'kampung' delicacy, but I like white wine better.&lt;br /&gt;Kiss you ever had: None. Every kiss is magical in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;Friend you ever had: I don't really remember those who being a bad friend for me.&lt;br /&gt;Subject in school: Anything labeled 'exact science'. E.g.: Maths, Chemistry, Physics.&lt;br /&gt;Accessories you ever worn: A very tiny kebaya which I wore last week to a relative's wedding. Fuck I swear I'd never wear kebaya again in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I THINK _______ IS AWESOME.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Activity: wall-climbing&lt;br /&gt;Hobby: reading book&lt;br /&gt;Musician: Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;Cartoon Character: Belle from 'Beauty and the Beast'&lt;br /&gt;Movie: Star Wars saga&lt;br /&gt;TV Series: Grey's Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;TV Show: The Amazing Race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I THINK _______ IS RETARDED.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Activity: dissing other religion in front of other people&lt;br /&gt;Hobby: RT-ing every tweets&lt;br /&gt;Musician: Justin Bieber&lt;br /&gt;Cartoon Character: Lucifer from 'Cinderella'&lt;br /&gt;Movie: If Only&lt;br /&gt;TV Series: Desperate Housewives&lt;br /&gt;TV Show: Jersey Shore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-6267186203202323268?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/6267186203202323268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2010/12/another-survey.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/6267186203202323268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/6267186203202323268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2010/12/another-survey.html' title='Another Survey.'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-1083969838049493524</id><published>2010-11-25T20:27:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T21:08:47.074+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you, teachers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJK-U1bj38U/TO5kfN6cYwI/AAAAAAAAATA/bmcOyL4fZNI/s1600/Teachers%252520Plant%252520CB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 324px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJK-U1bj38U/TO5kfN6cYwI/AAAAAAAAATA/bmcOyL4fZNI/s400/Teachers%252520Plant%252520CB.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543478678813172482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Image taken from &lt;a href="http://ahanintheafternoon.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-teachers-day.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This post is dedicated to all teachers in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today is Indonesia's Teachers Day, an annual celebration held every November 5th. It's not really a celebration actually, but every November 5th, a pledge has always been made to remember the services of teachers and lecturers (those we can commonly call teachers).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Which brings me down to memory lane since my kindergarten to high school, and how I really appreciate teachers in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I really remember the names of my teachers in kindergarten. Those were Bu Ningsih and Bu Ossy. I didn't really remember their teaching method because all I did in kindergarten were just playing and playing, but I definitely remembered when Bu Ossy taught the class on how to play the 'angklung' (traditional music instrument from West Java). We played a song from 'The Sound of Music' movie titled 'Do-Re-Mi' on our graduation day with angklung. Bu Ossy also signed our names for a dance competition in another kindergarten, when we performed a dance titled 'Tari Kipas' (Fan Dance). We didn't win, but at least that kinda brighten up my kindergarten memory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On elementary school, I really remember the names of my teachers. Bu Ana was my first grade teacher, Bu Tuti on second, Pak Anton on third, Bu Lusi on fourth grade, Bu Helena on fifth grade and the last but not least, Pak Jono on sixth grade. Of all the teachers who had taught me back in elementary school, I had to say that Pak Anton and Pak Jono were my favorite teachers ever, and Bu Helena was my least favorite teacher. Pak Anton was a very funny man, and he taught his students in a fun way, and Pak Jono was always funny though he was trying not to, and he was the first person who opened my world to World Geography and frankly I loved it to death, until now. Meanwhile, Bu Helena was a freaky teacher who liked to nag her students and even gave them detentions. For example, I got C- in my Math test, and she told the class that every students who had the score below B-, should rewrite the right answers to every wrong answers for 4 times. I had to wake up at 4 AM to finish the detention. It happened not only once, but three times, I guessed. Believe it or not, up to this point, I kinda had some grudge in her for making a year of my elementary school life felt worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On junior high school, things changed. We didn't get taught by one teacher per class, but each subjects were taught by different teachers. In this part of my life, I loved Civics, English, Geography, and History subjects. The teachers were Pak Noto (Civics), Ma'am Lilis (9th grade English), Pak Pieter (Geography) and Bu Sri (History). I loved them mostly because they could turn the study materials into stories, stories that could make me felt like I was in another world. I fell in love with law in Civics, more fell in love with English, and deepened my knowledge in Geography and History. On the other side, I hated my Indonesian Language and Maths teacher. My Indonesian Language teacher was very eccentric and idealist, and I didn't know if her IQ was kinda off-the-hook compared to anyone else, but she just made everything seemed wrong for the students. Everything got on her nerves. And as for my Maths teacher, she was very strict and sort of a nightmare for the students. Her tests were always hard, and she didn't even bother to gave the students D for scores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In senior high school, things didn't change in extreme ways. My Civics, English and History teachers were still on my top 3 list of favorite teachers. But new additions came by, as in my P.E. (Physical Education) and Maths teachers. In senior high, my Civics teacher was Pak Kuncoro, my English teacher was Ma'am Evie (11th and 12th grade), my History teacher was Pak Padi, my P.E. teachers were Pak Asep and Pak Chris, and my Maths teacher was Pak Andi (11th and 12th grade). You might find something surprising on my list, as I put my Maths teacher as one of my favorite high school teachers. Pak Andi was very fun and he could really made the class laughed just by his innocent acts. Needless to say, those were one-fourth of the things I really miss from high school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To all the teachers out there, keep doing what you're doing. I believe that teaching is your passion, and as far as I know, nothing can beat passion in lives. Although there have been some cases and some discriminations to teachers, but I believe that they already knew the risk, they just living their dream. Not all teachers are prosper, people. Think of teachers living in small villages, bringing the mission to teach young kids in remote villages. Think of teachers who get small salaries and not even enough to cover their daily needs, yet they still do what they do, although teaching doesn't make them get any richer than before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But they still teach. I guess that's what people call... passion. Doing something others don't really see as 'advantaging', simply because you love the idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To all teachers, thank you for teaching us, future generations. Without you, we might not know that 'two plus two equals four' or 'the world is round'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-1083969838049493524?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/1083969838049493524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-love-you-teachers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/1083969838049493524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/1083969838049493524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-love-you-teachers.html' title='I love you, teachers.'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJK-U1bj38U/TO5kfN6cYwI/AAAAAAAAATA/bmcOyL4fZNI/s72-c/Teachers%252520Plant%252520CB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-5819869417012702556</id><published>2010-11-19T16:10:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T16:48:36.330+07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Death?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJK-U1bj38U/TOZCDQ1yadI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Hz5nKNhZWQE/s1600/c33--the-death-eaters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJK-U1bj38U/TOZCDQ1yadI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Hz5nKNhZWQE/s400/c33--the-death-eaters.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541189015353584082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Image taken from &lt;a href="http://www.hp-lexicon.org/images/chapters/gf/c33--the-death-eaters.jpg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What is death, people?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;To die will be an awefully big adventure. -J. M. Barrie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Death will be a great relief. No more interviews. -Katherine Hepburn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Those are two quotes I found interesting while searching the term of death. In my opinion, death is a new life. Brand new and immortal life in a place where no one even knows where it is, or whether it really exists.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But although we've found our own perfect definition of death, once death strikes, it will still be painful. Especially for us, the people being left by them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This week is such an excruciating week for me. Never thought that this week, two people whom I loved the most - my Godfather and my grandfather - left me. Left me to the indescribable realm, possibly called 'heaven'. Last time someone in my family died was 11 years ago. I haven't felt the feeling of losing someone eternally until this week, when my Godfather died on Sunday and my grandfather on Tuesday. That's when I realized that losing someone for good is the most painful feeling in the whole world. More than losing a boyfriend or a best friend. I wasn't really close with either of them because I put this principal on to myself: "Do not get too close or get too attached to someone, they might leave you in a blink of an eye because nothing lasts forever". But still, I was close to them when I was a small kid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My Godfather was one of my Godparents I knew because one of them had passed away before I could even remember what I was. He was a very decent man, with a very busy schedule. He talked English so much, and as I got bigger he always tried to talk English to me (which I normally refused to and now kinda make me feel sorry). What I always remember from him was that he always texted me a Happy Birthday SMS every year on my birthday, and he even gave me a small speech on my Confirmation of Faith (a thing I had to do when I was 16 in Protestant Church), saying that I was a great kid and he wanted me to bloom as the years gone by. Last time I saw him was on my grandparents' 50th wedding anniversary party on July 2010, that time he was very fresh and as cheerful as usual. I'd never thought that he'd be taken away from me that fast, like a lightning strike. This time I really feel how much I miss him, how I always greeted him every Sunday at church if I meet him with my Godmother (his wife). Plus, last night I dreamt of meeting him, probably a sign that he was trying to say goodbye to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My grandfather (from my mother's side) was one of the closest person to me. But since he lived in Bandung, I only saw him like, once or twice a year, during Eid Mubarak days. He wasn't technically my biological grandfather because he married my grandmother about 9 years ago. They were lovers on their youths, but his parents had noble blood so they couldn't be married. So they split up and my grandmother married my late grandfather, who worked in the same office as him. When I was 8 years old, my biological grandfather died and thus, left my grandmother to be a widower. About two years later, her ex-boyfriend came to her and asked her to marry him. This is the grandfather I'm talking about. He was a very nice and strong man, he spoke Dutch and English very fluently and he was one of those small groups of people who appreciated minor things in life. My one-of-a-kind, truly unforgettable moment with him was when I stayed at his house for a night, and we stayed up late to watch a football match. His favorite stuffs were football, politics, and religion. He knew how to please people. Last time I saw him was on this year's Eid Mubarak (around 2 months ago). That time he was still healthy and still talked to my grandmother in such lively emotions. Never thought that he'd gone away this fast from us, especially from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Even though I miss them so much, I really think God is sitting beside them right now. Maybe my grandfather is chatting with my Godfather, while looking at me from above, wondering how time flies so fast and I've grown up to a passionate young woman. And my mother will also talking with them, saying that it's her daughter they're talking about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm gonna miss you much, Godfather, grandfather and mother. You might not be with me physically, but you're well-remembered in my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-5819869417012702556?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/5819869417012702556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2010/11/whats-death.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/5819869417012702556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/5819869417012702556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2010/11/whats-death.html' title='What&apos;s Death?'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJK-U1bj38U/TOZCDQ1yadI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Hz5nKNhZWQE/s72-c/c33--the-death-eaters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-324487474647402336</id><published>2010-11-13T20:48:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T21:44:07.396+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pleasant Surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I do think November is a month full of surprises for me. Here's the biggest surprise I got this month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJK-U1bj38U/TN6bxrqgtkI/AAAAAAAAAR4/TN-yJeOA4xo/s400/TaylorSwiftContest_580x342b1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Image taken from &lt;a href="http://forums.redflagdeals.com/much-music-speak-now-taylor-swift-concert-nyc-l-oct-18-no-qc-949461/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This might be THE BIGGEST SURPRISE I've ever got in my life. Ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Someday around early October, my best friend from Singapore, Dorna, BBM-ed me. She said that she just knew from her cousins that Taylor Swift was going to hold a concert. In Singapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I freaked out and I told her I really had to see Taylor Swift on stage, live on Singapore. Because I knew she wasn't going to go to Indonesia. Heck no she wouldn't. I even checked her official website for her Speak Now world tour, and Singapore was the only country in Southeast Asia she would visit. The concert itself would be held in Singapore Indoor Stadium on February 9th, 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I directly replied Dorna, "I definitely have to go. In any way."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After a few days of consideration, I told my daddy about the Taylor Swift concert. I was just trying my luck. I asked him, "There's this favorite musician of mine and she wants to play in Singapore on February 2011, but I'm sure she won't visit Indonesia. Do you think I can go? You can pay the airline ticket and accommodations, while I'm gonna save up for the ticket money. I have a friend who is staying in Singapore and will be going too, so I'm gonna use her money first and than pay her by the time I get to Singapore." His reply was very very very short: "Okay then."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I WAS SHAKING. REALLY SHAKING. I BBM-ed Dorna straightly to tell her that my dad permitted me to go to Singapore to see Taylor Swift. And she was like typing all the excitement words in CAPS LOCK. HAHAHAHA! I was so so happy. Now the only problem was how to get the tickets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dorna said that the ticket purchase (online, by phone and ticket box) would be opened on November 8th. She said she would use her dad's credit card to pay for the tickets. I told her that I would pay her daddy back, and she agreed. Long story short, November 8th finally came. Early in the morning I BBM-ed Dorna, reminded her that that day was the first day of Taylor Swift's ticket selling. We were expecting to get the festival ticket (around SGD 175-ish), and I was so scared that the tickets would sold out hours after the ticket commence. Dorna couldn't buy the tickets on November 8th because her daddy promised her to give her the credit card on the next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;November 9th. The day. I was so stressed out that day because of family problems, plus when I was on the bus to campus, Dorna BBM-ed me and told me that she couldn't order the tickets online. She called the hotline and the line will be opened at 10 AM. For God's sake, I felt like my brain was gonna explode. Plus, Dorna said that the SGD 175 tickets had been sold out. FOR 24 HOURS, THE MOST EXPENSIVE TICKETS HAD BEEN SOLD OUT. I was so stressed and Dorna told me whether it would be OK if we ordered the SGD 150 tickets. I said "Just book the best view to see Taylor Swift!" I even couldn't concentrate to the lecture, when finally Dorna BBM-ed me the most gracious 4 words ever: "WE GOT THE TICKETS."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was so stoked. I laughed hysterically at class, so loud until my friends and lecturer looked at me with this are-you-nuts look. I didn't care. I got the tickets to Taylor Swift's concert. YAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That was November 9th, 4 days ago. Today is November 13th, and look what I just got in SISTIC home page for Taylor Swift's concert's ticket availability:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jJK-U1bj38U/TN6jRlxjI1I/AAAAAAAAASA/dx1Wya5Fcu8/s400/untitled.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The only remaining tickets are the furthest seat from the stage - the SGD 90 tickets. God, me and Dorna are so lucky. The entire standard tickets have been sold out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, right now I'm definitely counting down the days to Taylor Swift's concert!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-324487474647402336?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/324487474647402336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2010/11/pleasant-surprise.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/324487474647402336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/324487474647402336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2010/11/pleasant-surprise.html' title='Pleasant Surprise'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJK-U1bj38U/TN6bxrqgtkI/AAAAAAAAAR4/TN-yJeOA4xo/s72-c/TaylorSwiftContest_580x342b1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-3350269229835658056</id><published>2010-11-10T08:35:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T08:50:20.525+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heroes Inside Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJK-U1bj38U/TNn3L3r5WEI/AAAAAAAAARw/U6Xv0rOIA_M/s1600/bung%2Btomo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJK-U1bj38U/TNn3L3r5WEI/AAAAAAAAARw/U6Xv0rOIA_M/s400/bung%2Btomo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537729000127420482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Image taken from &lt;a href="http://w1s4n663n1.wordpress.com/2008/07/15/bung-tomo/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's Heroes Day (Hari Pahlawan) for Indonesians. Every November 10th, Indonesians reminisce one of the greatest battle in preserving Indonesia's independence: The Battle of Surabaya. It happened on November 10th 1945 in Surabaya, and was the peak of the battle between Indonesian soldiers versus British and Dutch soldiers. A few people who were connected to the event was Brigadier A. W. S. Mallaby (British brigadier who was shot during the battle) and Bung Tomo (Indonesian soldiers leader).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, enough for the 101 History. I wish you all a great Heroes Day for today. Although today is not an official holiday, but today we can introspect something: Have we become a hero to people around us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We don't have to be soldiers to become heroes. We don't have to have supernatural powers to be heroes. We, in our weaknesses and strengths, can also be heroes to everyone in our lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One of the ways to be heroes to people in our lives are to inspire them. We can inspire them by the things we do, from small things such as being nice to others to great things, such as writing books and volunteering. I believe that all of us are heroes, both inside and outside. As long as we keep doing good things for other people, those good deeds will be remembered in their lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I dedicate this post to the Merapi eruption and Mentawai volunteers. You are today's National's heroes. You touch others' lives and sacrifice your life, something heroes will do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-3350269229835658056?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/3350269229835658056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2010/11/heroes-inside-us.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/3350269229835658056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/3350269229835658056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2010/11/heroes-inside-us.html' title='Heroes Inside Us'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJK-U1bj38U/TNn3L3r5WEI/AAAAAAAAARw/U6Xv0rOIA_M/s72-c/bung%2Btomo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-1921143362781428802</id><published>2010-11-06T20:25:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T20:45:54.686+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Alone.</title><content type='html'>No, this ain't another sequel of the so-called Box Office movie back in the 90's, this is because I'm technically home alone. My folks are in Manado and I think they're not gonna come back until Sunday or Monday, and my aunt... well she never stays at home once my folks are away. To complete this lonely Saturday night I decide to answer a survey from &lt;a href="http://babyskiffie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mariska&lt;/a&gt;'s blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) What are the most important things in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My friends and my memories. You probably wonder why I don't type my family as the answer. That's mostly because I'm no family person, though I definitely look forward to build a steady family in the future.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) What is the last thing that you bought with your own money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Technically my own money? Definitely my Nintendo Wii. I saved up to 2 freaking months to buy that baby.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Where do you wish to get married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;By the sea. Call me helpless romantic, but if I have a rich potential husband I would make him to do this for me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) How old do you think you will be permanently owned by your love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I don't know. This time I'm freely flying solo, though I really hope someone out there will pop up and fight for me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Are you in love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I personally don't know. Got my heart broken and still mending it until now.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Where was the last restaurant you had dinner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pizza Hut Rawamangun.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Name the latest book that you bought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Zulfian Prasetyo's "Panjul's Diary".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) What is your full name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What you see in my URL.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Do you prefer your mother or father?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Father! But personally I love my mom more because she sacrificed herself just for me to stay alive. I love you momma though we haven't really met.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Name a person that you really wish to meet in real life for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Taylor Swift.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Christina or Britney?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Not both... I guess they're both bitches in their own ways.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Do you do your own laundry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes... Not happy for that.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) The most exciting place you want to go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How about New York and it's freaking fantastic Times Square????&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Hugs or kisses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kisses.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) 8 things I am passionate about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. My gadgets (BlackBerry, laptop and digicam)&lt;br /&gt;2. Music and song-writing&lt;br /&gt;3. FOOD PHOTOGRAPHY OM NOM NOM&lt;br /&gt;4. Twitter and Facebook&lt;br /&gt;5. Quoting (this also applies to my baby TwiQuotations)&lt;br /&gt;6. History&lt;br /&gt;7. My I-don't-know-how-should-finish-this novel&lt;br /&gt;8. Fairytales and love stories&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) 8 things I say too often:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Miape?&lt;br /&gt;2. Fuck!&lt;br /&gt;3. Shit, man.&lt;br /&gt;4. What the eff ---&lt;br /&gt;5. (insert word here) to the max.&lt;br /&gt;6. Wuanjrit!&lt;br /&gt;7. *hug*&lt;br /&gt;8. Fucking shit.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) 8 books I've read recently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Panjul's Diary&lt;br /&gt;2. U.S. History for Dummies&lt;br /&gt;3. CosmoGirl! November edition&lt;br /&gt;4. Komunitas Tionghoa di Surabaya&lt;br /&gt;5. Tionghoa Dalam Pusaran Politik&lt;br /&gt;6. Sejarah Tionghoa Peranakan di Jawa&lt;br /&gt;7. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows&lt;br /&gt;8. Outline of U.S. Economy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;(See? Number 4, 5, 6, and 8 are my compulsory college books. I'm a fucking nerd.)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) 8 songs I could listen to over and over again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Speak Now - Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;2. Club Can't Handle Me - Flo Rida feat. David Guetta&lt;br /&gt;3. Back to December - Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;4. Just Dance - Lady GaGa&lt;br /&gt;5. Friends, Lovers, or Nothing - John Mayer&lt;br /&gt;6. Undisclosed Desires - Muse&lt;br /&gt;7. Getting Over You - David Guetta feat. Fergie&lt;br /&gt;8. Fix You - Coldplay&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all. Copy it if you feel like doing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-1921143362781428802?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/1921143362781428802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2010/11/home-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/1921143362781428802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/1921143362781428802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2010/11/home-alone.html' title='Home Alone.'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-5648611200502827505</id><published>2010-11-05T20:30:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T20:47:37.220+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, #TWQ!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJK-U1bj38U/TNQHd-CjNTI/AAAAAAAAARo/PtCyG5Gt188/s1600/Birthday_candles-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 148px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJK-U1bj38U/TNQHd-CjNTI/AAAAAAAAARo/PtCyG5Gt188/s400/Birthday_candles-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536058053396477234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Image taken from &lt;a href="http://www.eslpod.com/eslpod_blog/2009/09"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Precisely 365 days ago, a broken-hearted girl decided to create a quotation page on Twitter. She thought that citing quotes would make her feel better, and probably could make some busy time for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;365 days later, that quotation page has become one of the most retweeted quotation page on Twitter, and one of the fastest growing followers, having more than 30,000 followers up to this date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That quotation page's name is TwiQuotations, short for 'Twitter Quotations', and followers like to shorten it to TWQ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Quoting has become a part of me this past year. I have tons of perks on becoming a quoter. I start to expand my network, quoters network, to be exact. Thanks to TwiQuotations, I have a good relationship with other quotation pages' admins such as @IHateQuotes, @Disneywords, @TheMoodBooster, fellow quoter @TiffanyWilliam (who doesn't know her?) and I inspire people to make such quotations page, such as @Hopequotations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I try to make my quoting life as real as possible. You notice why sometimes I don't post quotes for the whole week, right? Or when I only log in for less than 30 minutes to post quotes? I try to make the followers see my life too, that I'm not a robot or TWQ is run by a bot who does quotes 24/7. I'm keeping it real. Also, by keeping things real, I have some time to spare to chat with my followers. Thank God I have such nice 30,000+ followers, and some of them now become my friends. Both national and international friends. From TWQ, I find my international friends from Singapore and from Italy, their names are Dorna and Steve. And I'm so glad I can be their friends, though we haven't seen each other in real life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At first, I thought TWQ would only be my sanctuary, the place where I can feel safe from my heartbreak. But now, TWQ is part of my life. TWQ makes my mind be more creative, pushing me to create some original quotes you can enjoy. TWQ teaches me to dig things, to make special quotations week, to make special TV show quotations day. The most exciting of them all was when I did 'Religion Diversity', a weekend filled by quotes from various religions. At first my followers judged me for becoming 'one-sided', but I told them that the weekend was about religions, when I posted religious quotes from religious people or verses from their holy scriptures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To sum up, TWQ has been a great part of my life. Thank you for the amazing 365-day all year round experience, guys. I look forward to quote more for you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-5648611200502827505?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/5648611200502827505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-birthday-twq.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/5648611200502827505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/5648611200502827505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-birthday-twq.html' title='Happy Birthday, #TWQ!'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJK-U1bj38U/TNQHd-CjNTI/AAAAAAAAARo/PtCyG5Gt188/s72-c/Birthday_candles-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-5330975747874605320</id><published>2010-11-04T19:44:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T20:58:25.837+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wajah Sinetron Indonesia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJK-U1bj38U/TNKsIphhwzI/AAAAAAAAARg/Ircct-ajCM0/s1600/antisinetrongoblog.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 275px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJK-U1bj38U/TNKsIphhwzI/AAAAAAAAARg/Ircct-ajCM0/s400/antisinetrongoblog.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535676156577170226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Image taken from &lt;a href="http://aaalovers.blogspot.com/2010/05/menariknya-sinetron-indonesia.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tadi pagi secara tidak sengaja gue nonton TV Indonesia yang punya simbol ikan terbang sambil makan pagi. Ternyata setelah gue amat-amati, yang gue tonton itu adalah sinetron. Ya, sinetron. Sesuatu yang sudah tidak gue sentuh sejak... gue sendiri lupa sejak kapan gue berhenti menyentuh sesuatu bernama sinetron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sekedar info pembuka, sinetron adalah singkatan dari 'sinema elektronik', semacam opera sabun versi Indonesia. Mulai dikenal publik di dekade 1990-an dan sejak itu jadi sumber pendapatan utama stasiun TV swasta. Cari &lt;i&gt;genre&lt;/i&gt; apa aja di sinetron pasti ada. Mulai dari masalah keluarga (yang gue amati, 80% sinetron pake tema klise ini), masalah ABG (yang biasanya dilebay-lebayin dan nggak konsekuen sama kehidupan ABG beneran masa kini), jenis silat-silatan dan makhluk mitologi-mitologi, jenis sinetron yang kerjaannya nyanyi dan joget melulu, sampe sinetron berlatar belakang budaya, biasanya sih yang disorot adalah budaya Betawi (mungkin karena merupakan budaya terdekat dengan kehidupan masyarakat Jakarta kali ya).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oke. Seharusnya program TV itu menghibur dan mendidik di waktu yang sama, kan? Tapi tidak untuk sinetron. Nonton sinetron tidak mendidik lo sama sekali, yang ada malah membuat lo naik darah karena orang-orang di belakang sinetron ini jago banget memainkan emosi penontonnya. Mari kita cek satu-satu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. Nyokap tiri yang matanya sengaja dibikin melotot terus sampe lo seakan-akan pengen nyolok matanya? &lt;i&gt;Checked.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2. Pemeran utama yang selalu ditindas dan sepertinya enggan (atau males?) berjuang untuk kelayakan hidupnya? &lt;i&gt;Checked.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3. Dandanan super menor yang selalu dipake pemerannya mulai dari bangun tidur sampe tidur lagi? &lt;i&gt;Checked.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;4. Kelakuan anak-anak SMP/SMA-nya yang super nyolot dan bikin lo mikir apakah anak SMP/SMA dunia nyata beneran senyolot dan se-hedon mereka? &lt;i&gt;Checked.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;5. Judul sinetron masa kini yang super nggak kreatif (jual NAMA tokoh utama doang)? &lt;i&gt;Checked.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;6. Naga/ular/binatang jadi-jadian yang keliatan banget hasil karya animasi kacangan? &lt;i&gt;Checked.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;7. Cerita yang terkesan lebay dan bahkan terlalu meniru drama-drama (kebanyakan drama Asia) yang bagus? &lt;i&gt;Checked.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;yang terakhir............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;8. Episode yang terlalu banyak, sampe mencapai angka ratusan, sampe dibikin per-&lt;i&gt;season&lt;/i&gt; bahkan sampe ada &lt;i&gt;season&lt;/i&gt; berbau agama segala? Checked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dan masih banyak lagi macem-macemnya sinetron yang terlalu lebay di mata orang biasa, bahkan gue nggak perlu nyebutin satu-satu disini karena kalian pasti bisa langsung menyebut semua kelebayan itu dengan benar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Udah jadi rahasia umum, kalo nonton sinetron sama sekali tidak akan membuat lo makin pinter atau makin gaul. Tapi anehnya, kenapa sampe sekarang sinetron malah masih menjamur diproduksi? Mungkin karena sinetron adalah salah satu tambang emas untuk &lt;i&gt;Production House&lt;/i&gt; atau yang biasa disebut PH. Nggak bisa dipungkiri kalo sinetron bisa disebut budaya pop Indonesia, karena tambang emas yang satu ini sangat bisa membuat orang-orang (tidak termasuk gue) mantengin TV berjam-jam dan menonton sesuatu yang sangat tidak mendidik.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ya, gue dengan bangga bisa menyebut diri gue sebagai salah satu dari segelintir orang yang nggak suka dengan sinetron. &lt;b&gt;Sinetron = pembodohan publik.&lt;/b&gt; Nggak semua orang yang nonton sinetron itu orang berpendidikan, dan pasti banyak dari orang Indonesia yang berpikir bahwa semua yang terjadi di sinetron itu mencerminkan dunia nyata. Contohnya: anak-anak ABG yang ke sekolah pake rok pendek, seragam ketat, anting-gelang-kalung warna-warni. Itu cuma ada di sinetron. Di dunia nyata, mana ada sekolahan waras yang ngebolehin murid-murid ceweknya berdandan seperti itu? Atau kekerasan rumah tangga. Ibu nampar anak, suami mukul istri, sodara ngejambak sodara, dan lain-lain. Oke, pasti ada kasus kekerasan rumah tangga kayak begitu, tapi lo kira suami mukul istri itu pake akal sehat? Lo kira ibu yang waras bisa semudah itu nampar anaknya? Nggak, kan? Itu mengapa gue menyebut sinetron adalah pembodohan publik. Semakin lebay gaya hidup yang sinetron berikan, orang Indonesia akan semakin bodoh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Belom lagi masalah plagiarisme. Udah jadi rahasia umum juga, kalo sinetron jaman sekarang nggak ada yang murni, 100% ide sineas Indonesia. Semuanya jiplakan. Mulai dari poster sinetron, ceritanya, &lt;i&gt;setting&lt;/i&gt;-nya, sampe ke bagian kecil kayak kostum-kostum pemerannya, dibikin sama kayak serial yang diplagiatin. Terus kalo udah ketauan niru serial lain, &lt;i&gt;plot&lt;/i&gt; ceritanya bakal diubah sampe bener-bener nggak nyambung sama &lt;i&gt;plot&lt;/i&gt; asli yang dasarnya udah dibuat. Apaan tuh? Usaha pembodohan publik lain? Dan dengan pintarnya, stasiun TV yang menayangkan sinetron plagiat itu juga menayangkan drama serial yang di-plagiat sinetron tadi. Ya langsung ketauan deh plagiatnya dari drama mana. Jujur aja nih ya, gue udah luar biasa eneg sama kasus-kasus plagiat sinetron, biasanya mereka ketauan plagiat drama-drama Asia yang aslinya bagus banget, bisa bikin ketawa sendiri, teriak &lt;i&gt;"SO SWEET!"&lt;/i&gt; sendiri, atau nangis-nangis sendiri. Dibikin versi Indonesianya, jadi JELEK PARAH. Masih untung serial aslinya nggak nuntut PH sinetron yang meniru serial itu. Kalo sampe nuntut, wajah sinetron Indonesia jadi makin jelek. Aslinya udah jelek malah makin dibikin jelek lagi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Udah saatnya untuk para sineas berotak dan berpendidikan untuk mengubah wajah sinetron Indonesia. Stop bikin adegan serba lebay dan tidak sesuai dengan kehidupan nyata. &lt;i&gt;Sooner or later, people won't buy your lies.&lt;/i&gt; Stop niru serial lain, bikin sesuatu yang orisinil dan berbobot yang bisa menyejahterakan, menghibur dan akhirnya, mendidik orang-orang Indonesia. &lt;b&gt;Udah terlalu banyak drama betulan yang terjadi di negara ini, nggak perlu diperkeruh dengan drama-drama palsu dari sinetron-sinetron yang keliatan banget terlalu mengejar keuntungan daripada mendidik penontonnya.&lt;/b&gt; Kalo mau plagiat, coba dong plagiat IDE, bukan CERITA. Contoh, coba dong bikin sinetron Indonesia yang mendidik kayak serial TV luar negeri. Sinetron Indonesia dengan tema dokter-dokter, bisa kan? Kayak &lt;i&gt;'Grey's Anatomy'&lt;/i&gt; gitu, tapi versi Indonesia, dengan tokoh-tokoh yang punya kepribadian beda, kasus-kasusnya juga yang marak terjadi di Indonesia. Bikin sinetron Indonesia dengan latar belakang detektif juga bisa kan? Contoh serial &lt;i&gt;'CSI'&lt;/i&gt; yang saking ngetopnya di Amerika, sampe dibikin &lt;i&gt;spin-off&lt;/i&gt; 3 biji dengan kota-kota berbeda. Gue yakin, PH sinetron punya dana cukup, bahkan lebih, untuk membuat sinetron-sinetron Indonesia yang mendidik dengan tema-tema mendidik dan menginspirasi orang kayak begini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yang terakhir, gue cuma bisa berdoa semoga ada sineas/pembuat sinetron yang mampir ke blog gue, baca tulisan ini, dan menyadari bahwa ada sesuatu yang benar-benar salah di wajah persinetronan Indonesia. Amin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-5330975747874605320?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/5330975747874605320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2010/11/wajah-sinetron-indonesia.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/5330975747874605320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/5330975747874605320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2010/11/wajah-sinetron-indonesia.html' title='Wajah Sinetron Indonesia'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jJK-U1bj38U/TNKsIphhwzI/AAAAAAAAARg/Ircct-ajCM0/s72-c/antisinetrongoblog.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-6895777653300681582</id><published>2010-10-31T15:34:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T15:36:27.502+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Halloween Costume</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Although I don't celebrate Halloween, but I just did a photo representing what I want to be this Halloween.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Presenting... Doctor Judy. Your newest surgical intern.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJK-U1bj38U/TM0qUkUHcoI/AAAAAAAAARY/w8520Q7RMjk/s400/doctor+crystal.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P.S.: I know I look scary. Pardon me, kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-6895777653300681582?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/6895777653300681582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-halloween-costume.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/6895777653300681582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/6895777653300681582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-halloween-costume.html' title='My Halloween Costume'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJK-U1bj38U/TM0qUkUHcoI/AAAAAAAAARY/w8520Q7RMjk/s72-c/doctor+crystal.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-2713706421504190239</id><published>2010-10-28T16:20:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T16:40:14.314+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sumpah Pemuda!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJK-U1bj38U/TMlAusNFI4I/AAAAAAAAARQ/VYxqIVttcMg/s1600/Lomba-Esai-Sumpah-Pemuda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJK-U1bj38U/TMlAusNFI4I/AAAAAAAAARQ/VYxqIVttcMg/s400/Lomba-Esai-Sumpah-Pemuda.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533024788085547906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gambar diambil dari &lt;a href="http://www.dapunta.com/lomba-esai-sumpah-pemuda-2010.html"&gt;sini&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Pertama-tama, gue sebagai salah satu pemudi Indonesia mau mengucapkan... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;SELAMAT HARI SUMPAH PEMUDA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sebuah tindakan yang revolusioner yang dilakukan kaum pemuda di tahun 1928 waktu itu, mengadakan Kongres sebanyak dua kali yang menghasilkan sebuah tiga butir fundamental negara Indonesia: tanah air Indonesia, berbangsa Indonesia, dan berbahasa Indonesia. Sebuah Kongres yang berhasil menelurkan cikal-bakal lagu kebangsaan Indonesia. Sebuah Kongres yang saat itu bisa dibilang revolusioner, karena saat itu puluhan pemuda dari puluhan organisasi kesukuan berhasil melebur jadi satu untuk membuat sesuatu yang sekarang kita sebut sebagai 'Sumpah Pemuda'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Pemuda dan revolusi, menurut gue adalah dua kata yang nggak bisa dipisahkan. Pemuda masih berpikiran idealis dan otaknya masih dipenuhi oleh ide-ide segar, bahkan ide-ide groundbreaking yang belom tentu kepikiran orang lain. Pemuda masih punya banyak waktu untuk berkreasi, bermimpi, bergaul sebanyak-banyaknya, dan banyak banget hak privilege pemuda yang nggak dimiliki generasi tua. Pemuda sering diidentikkan dengan kata-kata berikut: semangat, idealis, penuh ide, frontal, kreatif, peduli, ayo apa lagi, siapa yang mau nambahin? Jujur aja gue juga bingung mau ngegambarin pemuda tuh kayak apa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dalam tulisan singkat gue kali ini, gue mau mengajak kalian semua, pembaca blog gue, untuk terus maju dan berkarya. Jaman sekarang, berkarya untuk memajukan negara belum tentu harus jadi politikus/orator ulung/jurnalis tajam lho. Ayo kita cari tahu bakat kita dan gimana cara kita menyalurkannya ke orang lain. Suka musik? Coba bikin lagu atau bikin band yang original. Suka nulis? Rajin-rajinlah nulis blog (seperti gue) atau coba bikin cerpen dan kirim ke majalah, siapa tahu dimuat dan kalian dapet honor. Suka binatang? Ayo rawat anjing kesayangan dan ayo jadi relawan di pusat perlindungan binatang terdekat. Doyan makan? Belajar masak, bikin usaha kecil-kecilan! Suka segala hal berbau mekanik? Ikut klub/komunitas robot, belajar bikin robot, suatu saat nanti mungkin robot lo bisa dipake untuk kemajuan teknologi di bidang kehidupan sehari-hari. Banyak kan usaha yang bisa kita lakuin untuk bikin Indonesia tambah maju? Nggak usah berkoar-koar kayak politikus di gedung hijau sana, deh. Jelas-jelas kita semua tau kalo &lt;i&gt;actions speak louder than words&lt;/i&gt;. Daripada kita kebanyakan ngomong tanpa beraksi apa-apa, mendingan ayo kita beraksi sesuai bakat kita. Mau contoh? Contoh aja W. R. Supratman, si pencipta lagu 'Indonesia Raya'. Di Kongres Pemuda 1928, dia justru menciptakan lagu. Bakat dia ada di musik. Siapa sangka lagu ciptaannya bisa jadi lagu kebangsaan negara kita sampe sekarang. Suatu perubahan yang bener-bener baru untuk para pemuda di zaman itu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hmm... Gue kehabisan ide nih. Nggak tau mau nulis apa lagi. Yang penting kalian ngerti maksud gue kan? Jadi, ayo kita mulai bangun negara kita, dimulai dari hal-hal kecil. Pasti hal-hal kecil itu akan jadi sesuatu yang besar. Karena kita pemuda, pemuda yang inovatif dan kreatif! Salam dari pemuda untuk pemuda!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8521208281177143113-2713706421504190239?l=crystaljude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/feeds/2713706421504190239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2010/10/sumpah-pemuda.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/2713706421504190239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8521208281177143113/posts/default/2713706421504190239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljude.blogspot.com/2010/10/sumpah-pemuda.html' title='Sumpah Pemuda!'/><author><name>Crystal Jude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00570372913777136272</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4aEBgbdhDE/TZMnYZvPtZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2EOpe5HwU_0/s220/sbux2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jJK-U1bj38U/TMlAusNFI4I/AAAAAAAAARQ/VYxqIVttcMg/s72-c/Lomba-Esai-Sumpah-Pemuda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8521208281177143113.post-1526501064576924364</id><published>2010-10-27T17:20:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T17:47:01.684+07:00</updated><title type='text'>#prayforindonesia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJK-U1bj38U/TMf9MMab57I/AAAAAAAAARA/ps0a48KgWi4/s1600/72777_455524352656_546957656_5736876_5643138_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 284px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jJK-U1bj38U/TMf9MMab57I/AAAAAAAAARA/ps0a48KgWi4/s400/72777_455524352656_546957656_5736876_5643138_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532669053180307378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gue nggak tau mau ngomong apalagi di &lt;i&gt;post&lt;/i&gt; ini. Tapi gue berusaha untuk menulis sebanyak-banyaknya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tentu gambar diatas udah nggak asing lagi, apalagi buat pemakai BlackBerry. Coba hitung berapa orang di BBM &lt;i&gt;contact list&lt;/i&gt; kalian yang pake display picture kayak diatas? Sebuah simbol keprihatinan bangsa, atas tragedi yang terjadi tanggal 26 Oktober 2010 kemarin. Tragedi 3 in 1 alias 3 tragedi dalam 1 hari: gempa dan tsunami Mentawai, banjir Jakarta dan yang terakhir adalah meletusnya gunung Merapi di Jawa Tengah. Semua terjadi dalam waktu kurang dari 24 jam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Negara langsung berduka. Bukan cuma Indonesia, sepertinya seluruh dunia ikutan berduka. Di Twitter, &lt;/i&gt;hashtag #prayforindonesia jadi &lt;i&gt;Trending Topic&lt;/i&gt; nomer 1 tadi pagi. Banyak selebritis luar negeri yang ikut mengungkapkan rasa simpati mereka terhadap bencana di Indonesia, sebut aja ada Kim Kardashian, Justin Bieber, Tom Cruise, Joe Jonas, Demi Lovato, Arkarna, Joel Madden, pemain bola kayak Lionel Messi sampe Barack Obama ikutan nge-&lt;i&gt;tweet&lt;/i&gt;. Yang paling vokal adalah Tom Cruise dan Joel Madden. Tom Cruise terus-terusan nge-&lt;i&gt;tweet&lt;/i&gt; website untuk kirim bantuan ke Indonesia, sementara Joel Madden nulis &lt;i&gt;tweet&lt;/i&gt; yang bersifat pribadi, &lt;i&gt;'Indonesia stay strong'&lt;/i&gt; (cinta bener yak itu orang sama Indonesia). Temen-temen gue di luar negeri langsung kirim BBM ke gue, nanya apa gue kena dampak dari bencana-bencana itu apa nggak, salah satunya ada yang dari Singapura. Dia bilang, berita bencana itu cepet banget nyampenya ke sana, dan sepertinya orang-orang sana juga ikutan berduka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Untungnya gue bukan salah satu dari korban bencana-bencana di Mentawai, Jakarta atau Merapi. Tapi tetep aja gue ngerasa sedih. Sedih banget, bahkan. Campuran dari sedih dan terharu. Sedih, karena gue sadar kalo Tuhan ngizinin bencana ini terjadi ke Indonesia karena Indonesia selama ini udah punya banyak dosa. Terharu, karena sepertinya dunia melihat tragedi ini bukan hanya sebagai tragedi internal Indonesia, tapi udah jadi tragedi dunia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jangan lihat bencana ini sebagai murka dari Tuhan. Melainkan kita harus mulai introspeksi diri dan bertanya sama diri sendiri, apa yang terjadi didalam diri kita. Apa kita udah menjadi manusia yang baik? Apa kita udah menjadi warganegara yang baik? Gue yakin Tuhan nggak akan memberi bencana kalo kita terus setia beribadah sama Dia. Mungkin Tuhan merasa Indonesia udah semakin jauh dari Dia, makanya Dia kasih kita bencana yang syukur-syukur bisa bikin kita melihat ke masa lalu, menyadari kesalahan kita, dan mau bertobat. Tuhan memb
