<?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-6922127</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:07:18.243+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ukirsari ... chtobi ne bilo to k luchshemu</title><subtitle type='html'>&gt;&gt; alf laila wa laila ... &lt;&lt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ukirsari.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6922127/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ukirsari.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ukirsari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822352270446680701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922127.post-116549928223664141</id><published>2006-12-07T13:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-07T13:50:49.253Z</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt; s novim godom &lt;&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1673/400/1600/160561/st%20anthony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1673/400/320/986677/st%20anthony.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;patron of saint anthony in macau (c) ukirsari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ pretigge kerstdagen een gelukkig nieuwjaar everyone. wish you all the best. we'll away for december holiday in secluded beaches and foothills of famous mountaineous range and visit the rhinos so does the beautiful dolphins. crossing fingers for our trips ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1673/400/1600/19726/Resize%20of%20DSCN3486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1673/400/320/581180/Resize%20of%20DSCN3486.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holy mother mary in sao dominic church (c) ukirsari&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;chtobi ne bilo to k luchshemu&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922127-116549928223664141?l=ukirsari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ukirsari.blogspot.com/feeds/116549928223664141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6922127&amp;postID=116549928223664141' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6922127/posts/default/116549928223664141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6922127/posts/default/116549928223664141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ukirsari.blogspot.com/2006/12/s-novim-godom.html' title='&gt;&gt; s novim godom &lt;&lt;'/><author><name>ukirsari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822352270446680701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922127.post-116377935476753906</id><published>2006-11-17T15:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-17T16:15:04.086Z</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt; noite e dia &lt;&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/1600/Rotation%20of%20Resize%20of%20DSCN3332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/320/Rotation%20of%20Resize%20of%20DSCN3332.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in front of ruinas do sao paulo (c) nicholas ingram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noite e dia,&lt;br /&gt;portuguese for night and day&lt;br /&gt;yes within a night and day, i already fell in love with old quarter of macau&lt;br /&gt;walking along the cobblestones &lt;br /&gt;visiting the churches&lt;br /&gt;feel the wind's blowing&lt;br /&gt;autumn has came&lt;br /&gt;it's in modern era&lt;br /&gt;passed the second millenium&lt;br /&gt;but the cobblestones&lt;br /&gt;absorbed the old histories of a-ma gau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;humming about "se" that performed by josh groban&lt;br /&gt;i feel the same ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;e cio che provo e solamente amore&lt;/em&gt;. and what i sense it’s only love ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/1600/Resize%20of%20DSCN9688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/320/Resize%20of%20DSCN9688.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the concorde's cabin (c) ukirsari&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;chtobi ne bilo to k luchshemu&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922127-116377935476753906?l=ukirsari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ukirsari.blogspot.com/feeds/116377935476753906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6922127&amp;postID=116377935476753906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6922127/posts/default/116377935476753906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6922127/posts/default/116377935476753906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ukirsari.blogspot.com/2006/11/noite-e-dia.html' title='&gt;&gt; noite e dia &lt;&lt;'/><author><name>ukirsari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822352270446680701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922127.post-116343054780146467</id><published>2006-11-13T15:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:14:00.476Z</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt; awaiting december hols &lt;&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background:white;font:10px verdana,arial,sans-serif;color:black;width:425;text-align:center"&gt;puffin and dalphin winter hols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://daisyPath.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://daisyPath.com/ani/061210/4/3/+10/2.png" alt="Daisypath Ticker" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/1600/pinky11smaller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/320/pinky11smaller.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@rie with our american friends in chek lap kok island (c) nicholas ingram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/1600/Resize%20of%20DSCN9300.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/320/Resize%20of%20DSCN9300.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicholas with our serbian friends in venice (c) ukirsari&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;chtobi ne bilo to k luchshemu&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922127-116343054780146467?l=ukirsari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ukirsari.blogspot.com/feeds/116343054780146467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6922127&amp;postID=116343054780146467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6922127/posts/default/116343054780146467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6922127/posts/default/116343054780146467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ukirsari.blogspot.com/2006/11/awaiting-december-hols.html' title='&gt;&gt; awaiting december hols &lt;&lt;'/><author><name>ukirsari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822352270446680701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922127.post-116127163080068028</id><published>2006-10-19T16:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T16:27:10.820+01:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt; i am so proud of him &lt;&lt;</title><content type='html'>* this is his enchanting posting at www.concordesst.com *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visited Le Bourget Museum on Friday 13/10/06.&lt;br /&gt;author: nicholasingram [member]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!!!! Sierra Delta looks immaculate!! The best condition Concorde I have seen so far. Looks like new!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Lucky me because the museum was empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the Concorde Hall I was approached by ex Air France Concorde Engineer, Pascal (worked on Concorde for 15 years) who told me to wait around because in 10mins time they would be powering up Sierra Delta and I would be able to get some shots of visor down, and the nose being drooped. Cool!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are able to run a generator outside the hall and bring cables across to provide power to Concorde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes later........navigation lights on.....tail, wing tips, egde of the wing etc........then landing lights on. Then I get a private demo from their engineering team testing visor down and droop nose positions until I have all the photos I need and then they keep asking if I'd like them to run the sequence again. That was nice!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I got invited to visiit the cockpit and sit in the first officers seat of Sierra Delta with all the cockpit instruments illuminated. How spooky to sit there with everything powered up 3 years after the fleet had been retired.......(very hot in the cockpit too!!) and finally when the power went off.......warning gong/chime sounds.......just like on "Concorde An Interpid Journey" DVD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pascal (President of the team working on Sierra Delta) told me by 2009 the plan is that Sierra Delta will be in flying condition with all systems fully working    WOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately my French isn't that good and Pascals English was a bit limited but is anyone from the forum involved / have contact with the engineering team working on Sierra Delta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have a website and are looking for support (I don't have the link with me but will post later). You can join them for 20euros per year and that includes free unlimited admission to Le Bourget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would suggest to anyone thinking of visiting that they contact Pascal before hand to check if they will be able to power up Sierra Delta for you. I think they can do something like that for groups of enthusiasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a pity BA couldn't have allowed something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess that makes Sierra Delta unqiue!! Ignore the critics who say SD and 001 are couped up in that hanger.......they both look like they are very very well cared for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also visited FF at CDG Terminal 2..........no problem taking photos and looks great lit up at night!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;chtobi ne bilo to k luchshemu&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922127-116127163080068028?l=ukirsari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ukirsari.blogspot.com/feeds/116127163080068028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6922127&amp;postID=116127163080068028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6922127/posts/default/116127163080068028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6922127/posts/default/116127163080068028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ukirsari.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-am-so-proud-of-him.html' title='&gt;&gt; i am so proud of him &lt;&lt;'/><author><name>ukirsari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822352270446680701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922127.post-116074115439137354</id><published>2006-10-13T12:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T16:18:49.763+01:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt; how love it should be &lt;&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/1600/Resize%20of%20dinner3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/320/Resize%20of%20dinner3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* ukirsari, nicholas, rika, ivo [automaticly taken]*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pada akhirnya, kita akan sampai pada suatu hari yang biasa &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[soe hok gie]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, we will find an ordinary day. a very plain day -- not an emotional day, but something nice which already captured deeply in our hearts&lt;br /&gt;so, there's nothing surprise or big shock, but it's following all of our steps through the all days we have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i share my life with people i love. and i already stop thinking about anything who has no relation with my life. i am not a brand new person, but i "adore" my life more than anything in the world. and in my life it's contain with people to whom i included them in my daily pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not fancy to be someone nor reach a status, but i know how to manage and spend my days and create them --fulfilled with happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mon Dieu! i love you, life. my life :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;small notes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- landed at charles de gaulle airport&lt;br /&gt;- visit a sister of concorde gboaa 01&lt;br /&gt;- find a small-comfy place just like santa croce in venice, in academia region&lt;br /&gt;- landed at macau international airport&lt;br /&gt;- visit largo do senado and se&lt;br /&gt;- stay in augusters&lt;br /&gt;- depart from jetfoil exterior [not lagos van nam]&lt;br /&gt;- visit rare-endangered pinky dolphins in pearl river delta&lt;br /&gt;- hiking on new territories&lt;br /&gt;- sailing around aberdeen [not repulse bay]&lt;br /&gt;- listening to the noon day gun &lt;br /&gt;- home for new year's eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;temporary notes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe this is not a necessary note [for myself], but i want to write down here as a new start to leave anything bad behind.  this is dedicated to someone or more than one who has 'smokey' lips. who has narrow-minded brain [opppssss]. who count me with words as follows "oh, long time ago, you looks more skinny and seems not so many times been in travels."  &lt;br /&gt;well, this is my statement: yes. long time ago, i look more skinny, with stupid bones and not going travel as much as i have now, since i have to share my money for feeding someone who only can ask and never give. and treat me as an atm gallery! person who insisted "this is love, this is love, this is love [rephrase from bob marley's 'is this love, is this love, is this love']" but i realize what's a bollock statement and the taste just like fried sausages in castrol oil [bleaaaahhhhhh!!!!]. but thank God, it's over now :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;chtobi ne bilo to k luchshemu&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922127-116074115439137354?l=ukirsari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ukirsari.blogspot.com/feeds/116074115439137354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6922127&amp;postID=116074115439137354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6922127/posts/default/116074115439137354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6922127/posts/default/116074115439137354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ukirsari.blogspot.com/2006/10/how-love-it-should-be.html' title='&gt;&gt; how love it should be &lt;&lt;'/><author><name>ukirsari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822352270446680701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922127.post-115874594741582292</id><published>2006-09-20T10:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T11:04:34.326+01:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt; home again ... renew passport &lt;&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/1600/Resize%20of%20DSCN9235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/320/Resize%20of%20DSCN9235.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* we just landed in zurich (c) ukirsari *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/1600/Resize%20of%20Resize%20of%20Remake%20of%20DSCN3213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/320/Resize%20of%20Resize%20of%20Remake%20of%20DSCN3213.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* enchanting shwedagon paya at night, yangon (c) ukirsari *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: morning, sir!&lt;br /&gt;officer: hi, come in ... please sit down. actually your passport is about expired or there's no space anymore for the stamps? [checking the old one and check my fingerprints and id picture are being transfered from other room]&lt;br /&gt;me: [thinking, "huh?!!" but can give him a smile]. well, actually my expiration date is next 8 months ahead, but with my responsibility i want to make it earlier.&lt;br /&gt;officer: so you'll go abroad again?&lt;br /&gt;me: [oh dear] yes, seems so, i will [smile again]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;then i remember something .... nice to think about how my beloved ones trying to talk a better bahasa indonesia. including chit-chat in immigration ... but in return, the officer "kindly" ask him in very polite way, "do you have something for me?" oh God, gimme a break x-( and the most crazy thing, his answer was, "oh ada! mau kopi?" what?  but allright, nothing happened here. at least i can pass this renew passport successfully!   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/1600/Resize%20of%20san%20marco%20at%20night%20nicholas%20ingram%20night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/320/Resize%20of%20san%20marco%20at%20night%20nicholas%20ingram%20night.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* piazzeta di san marco at night, venice(c)nicholas ingram *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;chtobi ne bilo to k luchshemu&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922127-115874594741582292?l=ukirsari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ukirsari.blogspot.com/feeds/115874594741582292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6922127&amp;postID=115874594741582292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6922127/posts/default/115874594741582292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6922127/posts/default/115874594741582292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ukirsari.blogspot.com/2006/09/home-again-renew-passport.html' title='&gt;&gt; home again ... renew passport &lt;&lt;'/><author><name>ukirsari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822352270446680701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922127.post-115531453898552027</id><published>2006-08-11T17:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T09:07:28.956+01:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt; great news while away from home &lt;&lt;</title><content type='html'>posted by romanb in thorn tree lonely planet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thorntree.lonelyplanet.com/messagepost.cfm?postaction=reply&amp;catid=55&amp;threadid=1168801&amp;messid=10078184&amp;STARTPAGE=1&amp;parentid=0&amp;from=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;June photo comp winners and runners-up        &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hi all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a tough competition to judge - thanks to everyone who joined in the fun. We've chosen a winner and runners-up for both the Africa and Asia categories. Hopefully we'll have an LP.com photo gallery up on the site soon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/1600/runner%20up%20on%20lp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/320/runner%20up%20on%20lp.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* bianglala di atas giza (c) ukirsari *&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AFRICA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the winning entry&lt;br /&gt;kl123&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the runners-up&lt;br /&gt;bsmart&lt;br /&gt;chriskean1&lt;br /&gt;Craig_Schuler&lt;br /&gt;hacme&lt;br /&gt;jlhurst&lt;br /&gt;kingdoomy&lt;br /&gt;luzerne&lt;br /&gt;mojcek&lt;br /&gt;pandelef&lt;br /&gt;rdlm&lt;br /&gt;sachar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* ukirsari * [entitled: bianglala di atas giza]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uspn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ thank God for this gift and no matter about win or lose, i dedicated this picture to beloved nicholas, my only travel companion and soulmate ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;chtobi ne bilo to k luchshemu&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922127-115531453898552027?l=ukirsari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ukirsari.blogspot.com/feeds/115531453898552027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6922127&amp;postID=115531453898552027' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6922127/posts/default/115531453898552027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6922127/posts/default/115531453898552027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ukirsari.blogspot.com/2006/08/great-news-while-away-from-home.html' title='&gt;&gt; great news while away from home &lt;&lt;'/><author><name>ukirsari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822352270446680701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922127.post-115530764638364548</id><published>2006-08-11T15:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T15:58:39.436+01:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt; dalphin is reporting live &lt;&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/1600/on%20flight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/320/on%20flight.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[in flight meals (c) ukirsari]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"xxxAir from Southend was not affected by terror threat warning since only have xxxAir and x1 flight per week to Jersey. When the plane lands or takesoff the road must be tutup at the end of the runway. Very nice though ... no queue ... plane parked outside the building and walk straight out ... almost as if it were a private jet. Leather seats and the food (most important thing for Puffin) hmmmmmmmmm quite nice and served on china. Puffin!!! Flight time only 50mins ... Puffin need makan?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;chtobi ne bilo to k luchshemu&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922127-115530764638364548?l=ukirsari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ukirsari.blogspot.com/feeds/115530764638364548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6922127&amp;postID=115530764638364548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6922127/posts/default/115530764638364548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6922127/posts/default/115530764638364548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ukirsari.blogspot.com/2006/08/dalphin-is-reporting-live.html' title='&gt;&gt; dalphin is reporting live &lt;&lt;'/><author><name>ukirsari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822352270446680701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922127.post-115470286118424930</id><published>2006-08-04T15:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T13:09:54.863+01:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt; a blessed year &lt;&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/1600/Resize%20of%20Re-exposure%20of%20DSCN2776.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/320/Resize%20of%20Re-exposure%20of%20DSCN2776.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[tunku abdul rahman marine park, kota kinabalu (c) ukirsari]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year seems becomes a year where we'll [and already] travel a lot. and coincidence [again and again] meet a person with the same name during the trip. just remind us towards beloved 'kapitan' paul nikolaus. now we "have" nikolas :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="background:white;"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana,arial,sans-serif" size="1" color="black"&gt;puffin - dalphin's summer-fall/autumn hols&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://daisyPath.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://daisyPath.com/ani/060810/2/4/+7/0.png" alt="Daisypath Ticker" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, within a year, start from december 2005 - december 2006 [and january 2007] we got [and will get]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/1600/Arthurs%20Seat%20Edinburgh%20Monument.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/320/Arthurs%20Seat%20Edinburgh%20Monument.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[arthur seat with ediburgh monument (c) nicholas ingram]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;indonesia: bali - lombok - flores, bali - lombok - sumbawa&lt;br /&gt;philippines: manila - vigan - corregidor island&lt;br /&gt;scotland: edinburgh&lt;br /&gt;malaysia: kuala lumpur - kinabalu&lt;br /&gt;singapore&lt;br /&gt;germany: frankfurt - hannover&lt;br /&gt;italy: venice&lt;br /&gt;myanmar: yangon - syriam - thanlyn - kyauktan - mandalay&lt;br /&gt;indonesia: not decided yet, enjoy these plan first and already done 70% from total :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;chtobi ne bilo to k luchshemu&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922127-115470286118424930?l=ukirsari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ukirsari.blogspot.com/feeds/115470286118424930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6922127&amp;postID=115470286118424930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6922127/posts/default/115470286118424930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6922127/posts/default/115470286118424930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ukirsari.blogspot.com/2006/08/blessed-year.html' title='&gt;&gt; a blessed year &lt;&lt;'/><author><name>ukirsari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822352270446680701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922127.post-115210681871818733</id><published>2006-07-05T14:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T14:40:18.790+01:00</updated><title type='text'>batavia cafe after thousand island trip 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/91047693@N00/182400251/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/51/182400251_d6509a1fc9_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/91047693@N00/182400251/"&gt;batavia cafe after thousand island trip 1&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/91047693@N00/"&gt;manggalani&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;mirror, mirror on the wall .... who is the most beautiful woman in the world? asked step-mother of the snow white.&lt;br /&gt;that's part of our childhood bedtime story.&lt;br /&gt;and this is not part of the story, but the mirror, yes, we can ask ... who are the most crazy person with "weird" clothes to enter such a world class cafe like batavia with trainers and tee-shirts? :)&lt;br /&gt;and picturing themselves automaticly with sasha-smash-sha digicam.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for a wonderful weekend, :N&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;chtobi ne bilo to k luchshemu&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922127-115210681871818733?l=ukirsari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ukirsari.blogspot.com/feeds/115210681871818733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6922127&amp;postID=115210681871818733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6922127/posts/default/115210681871818733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6922127/posts/default/115210681871818733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ukirsari.blogspot.com/2006/07/batavia-cafe-after-thousand-island.html' title='batavia cafe after thousand island trip 1'/><author><name>ukirsari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822352270446680701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922127.post-114744597258315858</id><published>2006-05-12T15:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T18:26:52.953+01:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt; summer has came &lt;&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="background:white;"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana,arial,sans-serif" size="1" color="black"&gt;puffin - dalphin&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://daisyPath.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://daisyPath.com/ani/060611/4/3/+10/0.png" alt="Daisypath Ticker" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="background:white;"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana,arial,sans-serif" size="1" color="black"&gt;dalphin - puffin&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://daisyPath.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://daisyPath.com/ani/060611/2/4/+10/0.png" alt="Daisypath Ticker" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;chtobi ne bilo to k luchshemu&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922127-114744597258315858?l=ukirsari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ukirsari.blogspot.com/feeds/114744597258315858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6922127&amp;postID=114744597258315858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6922127/posts/default/114744597258315858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6922127/posts/default/114744597258315858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ukirsari.blogspot.com/2006/05/summer-has-came.html' title='&gt;&gt; summer has came &lt;&lt;'/><author><name>ukirsari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822352270446680701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922127.post-114596872261658464</id><published>2006-04-25T12:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T13:50:30.323+01:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt; yes, i am. falling in love &lt;&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/1600/rawa%20pening.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/320/rawa%20pening.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* morning broken over rawa pening (c) ukirsari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;volar caer&lt;br /&gt;al fondo el dolor&lt;br /&gt;sonar perder&lt;br /&gt;imperios de ilusion&lt;br /&gt;hoy no tengo nada&lt;br /&gt;si no estas&lt;br /&gt;mi corazon se apaga&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/1600/Resize%20of%20DSCN1034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/320/Resize%20of%20DSCN1034.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* saint paul cathedral vigan (c) ukirsari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/1600/hi5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/320/hi5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* coffee mills (c) ukirsari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;isabel&lt;br /&gt;si te vas&lt;br /&gt;tu dios se enfadara&lt;br /&gt;no dejes que este amor&lt;br /&gt;muera asi&lt;br /&gt;llorare iloraras&lt;br /&gt;sufriendo en soledad&lt;br /&gt;vuelve a mi y yo te hare feliz&lt;br /&gt;isabel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/1600/Resize%20of%20DSCN1104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/320/Resize%20of%20DSCN1104.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* night over crisologo street, vigan (c) ukirsari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/1600/Resize%20of%20DSCN0821.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/320/Resize%20of%20DSCN0821.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* deepa and @rie in front of manila cathedral (c) francois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/1600/Resize%20of%20ubud%20page.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/320/Resize%20of%20ubud%20page.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* playing gamelan (c) ukirsari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;buscar sentir&lt;br /&gt;la gran pasion de amar&lt;br /&gt;tratar de huir&lt;br /&gt;a ese tiempo que vendra&lt;br /&gt;escapando del pasado&lt;br /&gt;tu y yo siempre enamorados&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/1600/Resize%20of%20DSCN1100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/320/Resize%20of%20DSCN1100.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* a unique mike potenciano's souvenir (c) ukirsari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hoy no tengo nada&lt;br /&gt;si no estas&lt;br /&gt;mi corazon se apage&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/1600/VT26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/320/VT26.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* tengger massif crater rim (c) ukirsari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/1600/edit%20cut%20flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/320/edit%20cut%20flowers.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* a lady in bandungan flower market (c) ukirsari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/1600/Resize%20of%20DSCN1028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/320/Resize%20of%20DSCN1028.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* saint paul's chapel (c) ukirsari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;isabel&lt;br /&gt;a donde iras sin mi&lt;br /&gt;yo no sabre vivir&lt;br /&gt;sin ti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/1600/segenter2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/320/segenter2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* in segenter (c) ukirsari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;isabel&lt;br /&gt;a donde iras si mi&lt;br /&gt;yo no sabre vivir&lt;br /&gt;sin ti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/1600/Resize%20of%20DSCN1078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/320/Resize%20of%20DSCN1078.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* stubby longganisa (c) ukirsari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/1600/ubud1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/320/ubud1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* ubud padi terraces (c) ukirsari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;isabel&lt;br /&gt;si te vas&lt;br /&gt;tu dios se enfadara&lt;br /&gt;no dejes que este amor&lt;br /&gt;muera asi&lt;br /&gt;llorare iloraras&lt;br /&gt;sufriendo en soledad&lt;br /&gt;tu vuelve a mi y yo te haré feliz&lt;br /&gt;isabel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* performed by il divo in their album: ancora *&lt;br /&gt;** all pictures (c) ukirsari **&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;chtobi ne bilo to k luchshemu&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922127-114596872261658464?l=ukirsari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ukirsari.blogspot.com/feeds/114596872261658464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6922127&amp;postID=114596872261658464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6922127/posts/default/114596872261658464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6922127/posts/default/114596872261658464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ukirsari.blogspot.com/2006/04/yes-i-am-falling-in-love.html' title='&gt;&gt; yes, i am. falling in love &lt;&lt;'/><author><name>ukirsari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822352270446680701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922127.post-114596314891706414</id><published>2006-04-25T11:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T12:12:21.280+01:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt; that's so called love! &lt;&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;who is ukirsari?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"love to travel, love to be backpacker, love to learn about life, love to learn about commitments, old buildings and ruins, histories, heritages, marine life, languages and other arts and cultures. i leave nothing but footprints and keep nothing but memories ...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[taken from my personal info in world 66. red marks indicated i'd been there already] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.world66.com/community/mymaps/worldmap?visited=BEFRCHNLTHKHSGEGDEJPITLKLUUKINPHMYID"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.world66.com/community"&gt;create your own visited country map&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or &lt;a href="http://www.world66.com"&gt;write about it on the open travel guide&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;chtobi ne bilo to k luchshemu&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922127-114596314891706414?l=ukirsari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ukirsari.blogspot.com/feeds/114596314891706414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6922127&amp;postID=114596314891706414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6922127/posts/default/114596314891706414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6922127/posts/default/114596314891706414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ukirsari.blogspot.com/2006/04/thats-so-called-love.html' title='&gt;&gt; that&apos;s so called love! &lt;&lt;'/><author><name>ukirsari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822352270446680701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922127.post-114183281159179761</id><published>2006-03-08T15:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-08T15:51:48.470Z</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt; after 25 years &lt;&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/1600/marcus%20harris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/320/marcus%20harris.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* marcus harris. since i get this photograph personally, i would like to thank a lot for marcus. and for everyone, please do not use this picture for any reasons without his permission *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alam dan sang waktu mengatur&lt;br /&gt;bagaimana hari mesti dijalani&lt;br /&gt;sebagaimana pertemuan dan perpisahan&lt;br /&gt;dan segala impian tak berkesudahan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;em&gt;times and natures give the paths&lt;br /&gt;how the days should be passing&lt;br /&gt;the same as finding and going in this life&lt;br /&gt;and also for a neverending dream&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ ukirsari, 08032006 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take this 'today's writing' as a continuity from my last posting. about childhood dreams. as i realize, we asked two and we got one. we just only have one and keep it alive for a long time. and in the end, still hoping one of the dreams will come true someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is one of the most beautiful days in my life. after such a long awaiting, try to get a connection to my childhood dream ... voila ... this is marcus harris! my beloved julian kirrin from the famous five. he wrote e-mail personally for me! thanks a million, marcus :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hi Arie&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Thanks for this and I am so pleased to hear that you got so much from the series and indeed from the character of Julian. I was and indeed still am a big fan of the F5 myself and it was a dream come true for me to be given the part, it was two years living the dream. I am a business man now but Gary (Dick) and I still do various events in Germany and the UK where we talk about life in the Famous five. I am sorry if I didn't reply to your letters back then, I didn't get to see them all and mostly they were handled for me, however I must take my share of responsibility and say at that time we received sackfulls each day and as a 15/16year old it was a daunting as Double Maths for homework despite being much more enjoyable. However no excuses and I'm pleased to make amends with this email. By all means use it on your blog.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Best of luck with your career, it sounds fascinating and thank you for taking the trouble to track me down.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Best wishes&lt;br /&gt;Marcus Harris&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;PS Attached is a photograph taken last year at one of the German F5 conventions&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;chtobi ne bilo to k luchshemu&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922127-114183281159179761?l=ukirsari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ukirsari.blogspot.com/feeds/114183281159179761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6922127&amp;postID=114183281159179761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6922127/posts/default/114183281159179761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6922127/posts/default/114183281159179761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ukirsari.blogspot.com/2006/03/after-25-years.html' title='&gt;&gt; after 25 years &lt;&lt;'/><author><name>ukirsari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822352270446680701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922127.post-112533802713949603</id><published>2005-08-29T18:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T19:00:02.610+01:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt; think of me fondly when we've said goodbye &lt;&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/1600/nick%20arie2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/320/nick%20arie2.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/1600/nick%20nick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/320/nick%20nick.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures left to right: ukirsari in a super puma H-3203 and nicholas in a vulcan XL 426 (c) manggalani-brodjokaloso and ingram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Think of me &lt;br /&gt;Think of me fondly when we've said goodbye &lt;br /&gt;Remember me &lt;br /&gt;Once in a while, please promise me you'll try. &lt;br /&gt;When you find &lt;br /&gt;That once again you long to take your heart back and be free, &lt;br /&gt;If you ever find a moment spare a thought for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never said our love was evergreen &lt;br /&gt;Or as unchanging as the sea. &lt;br /&gt;But if you can still remember &lt;br /&gt;Stop and think of me. &lt;br /&gt;Think of all the things we've shared and seen, &lt;br /&gt;Don't think about the way things might've been. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of me, &lt;br /&gt;Think of me waking, silent and resigned. &lt;br /&gt;Imagine me &lt;br /&gt;Trying too hard to put you from my mind. &lt;br /&gt;Recall those days, look back on all those times, &lt;br /&gt;Think of the things we'll never do. &lt;br /&gt;There will never be a day when I won't think of you! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* taken from: http://www.metrolyrics.com/lyrics/359238177/Phantom_Of_The_Opera/ *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;chtobi ne bilo to k luchshemu&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922127-112533802713949603?l=ukirsari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ukirsari.blogspot.com/feeds/112533802713949603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6922127&amp;postID=112533802713949603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6922127/posts/default/112533802713949603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6922127/posts/default/112533802713949603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ukirsari.blogspot.com/2005/08/think-of-me-fondly-when-weve-said.html' title='&gt;&gt; think of me fondly when we&apos;ve said goodbye &lt;&lt;'/><author><name>ukirsari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822352270446680701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922127.post-112299998607432398</id><published>2005-08-02T17:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T17:26:26.080+01:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt; small words is enuf .... &lt;&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/1600/arierika2resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/320/arierika2resize.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;keindahan persahabatan adalah bahwa kamu tahu kepada siapa kamu dapat mempercayakan rahasia [alessandro manzoni]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/1600/arierika1resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/320/arierika1resize.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;chtobi ne bilo to k luchshemu&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922127-112299998607432398?l=ukirsari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ukirsari.blogspot.com/feeds/112299998607432398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6922127&amp;postID=112299998607432398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6922127/posts/default/112299998607432398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6922127/posts/default/112299998607432398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ukirsari.blogspot.com/2005/08/small-words-is-enuf.html' title='&gt;&gt; small words is enuf .... &lt;&lt;'/><author><name>ukirsari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822352270446680701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922127.post-112171153831766711</id><published>2005-07-18T19:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T18:16:50.516+01:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt; con te partiro &lt;&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/1600/arieaudyresize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/320/arieaudyresize.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picture: @rie after interviewing an indonesian female singer paula allodya item a.k.a audy and her dad jopie item (c) raditya oka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[pakai bahasa indonesia ya? rindu berbahasa kita -- walau bahasa inggris saya juga blow on dan go block sekali ~ oh oh, my way in talking now influenced by bloody british style and cockney rhyming :)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;waktu untuk berkata "selamat berpisah"&lt;br /&gt;bukan masalah selamat tinggal atau selamat jalan nya&lt;br /&gt;tapi dalam artian tidak bertemu lagi dalam waktu yang lama&lt;br /&gt;atau bahkan untuk selamanya&lt;br /&gt;-- mengapa harus begitu? tanya nurani saya. lha memang sudah jalannya dan seharusnya, ungkap sisi rasional saya --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di rapat siang tadi [yang saya sudah tidak konsentrasi lagi karena rindu dalphin sekaligus lapar, karena sepagian hanya berbagi setangkup roti isi selai strawberry dengan oka], membaca kompas selagi ted presentasi customizing freaks dan carscity [apa ya maksudnya, kok tidak pernah mudeng total dengan terminologi ini, hahahha, @rie bisa saja mengelak]. menyimak artikel mbak maria [maria hartiningsih] tentang gunawan ilham yang dulu dicekal karena gestapo, padahal sudah mau berangkat meneruskan studi di negeri belanda. kata beliau --pak ilham-- bijak, kekesalan akan masa lalu membuat tubuh bisa menderita sakit fisik.  berdamai dengan masa lalu mungkin sulit, seperti juga melupakan. tapi membiarkannya tanpa berpikir lagi akan jadi energi positif.&lt;br /&gt;oh, mirip pemikiran saya ya. ini flat dan datar. plain tanpa bumbu dan penyedap.&lt;br /&gt;biarkan ada orang cerewet menyatakan jangan salah pilih dengan apa yang saya maui, mengatakan saya pemimpi terbang ke lapisan awan paling atas [di mana itu batasnya? troposfer, stratosfer, ionosfer &gt;&gt; wah, guru sd saya pasti akan terharu kalau tahu satu muridnya ini masih fasih mengingat pelajarannya yang sudah berlalu sekian puluh tahun &lt;&lt; big smile!].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya ini sudah tahap con te partiro&lt;br /&gt;memasuki tahap terjauh&lt;br /&gt;dan tidak ada titik kembali lagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya masih ingat saat dalphin mendapatkan pelajaran menyelamnya pertama kali&lt;br /&gt;masuk dalam kolam hijau menjijikkan dekat supermal di essex dan diberi tugas mengumpulkan segala macam benda dan mencatatnya pakai whiteboard di situ dengan spidol tahan air.&lt;br /&gt;mirip dengan papa. tapi beliau open water langsung.&lt;br /&gt;namanya juga tentara, harus tahan banting.&lt;br /&gt;dan kenang-kenangannya indah. membubuhkan tandatangan di whiteboard pakai spidol tahan air di petang hari perairan laut banda. hmmm!!&lt;br /&gt;dan menyoal kursus menyelamnya dalphin,&lt;br /&gt;setelah lulus, pertama kali melakukan open water di bunaken, master diving nya membimbing tangannya. terus, menyelusuri pinggiran shallow water dan menunjukkan trench, &lt;br /&gt;palung yang gelap tanpa melepaskan tangannya sekalipun, untuk memastikan dalphin baik-baik saja.&lt;br /&gt;dalam hal ini tentu saja tak ada unsur kecemburuan apapun terjadi pada saya, karena kekasih saya melakukannya agar selamat, ini bukan masalah cinta lokasi atau apapun&lt;br /&gt;[hmmm, justru saya lebih memikir pada ... kapan saya bisa diving dengan benar, karena untuk snorkeling bersama saja, kami berdua punya bumbu kemarahan di sana-sini ... apalagi kalau bukan careless puffin. menginjak duri babi, salah menentukan sudut datang, atau menabrak jajaran ikan teri hingga mereka menghilang ketakutan ... sampai menarik kerang tanpa sengaja]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, balik lagi ke topik&lt;br /&gt;tak ada yang membimbing saya secara fisik melewati hari-hari sulit macam pinggiran palung yang dilalui dalphin&lt;br /&gt;tapi orang tua saya, secara mempesona dan begitu indah sudah melakukannya&lt;br /&gt;jarak jauh&lt;br /&gt;dan dalphin datang mendekat&lt;br /&gt;dengan diving clothes dan aqualungnya&lt;br /&gt;dan selamatlah saya&lt;br /&gt;dan berbahagialah saya&lt;br /&gt;tulus&lt;br /&gt;merasakan keindahan&lt;br /&gt;begitu transparan&lt;br /&gt;terang&lt;br /&gt;sama nikmatnya terapung-apung dengan fins dan masker&lt;br /&gt;tak peduli saya kerap terkena water trapped&lt;br /&gt;hingga pernyataan dalphin "treads water, not drowning into water" kadang terdengar almost impossible :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalu,&lt;br /&gt;hari ini saya menyadari&lt;br /&gt;mesti mengucapkan selamat berpisah&lt;br /&gt;pada tali name tag saya&lt;br /&gt;yang sudah menemani sekian lama&lt;br /&gt;termasuk tugas-tugas ke luar negeri saya&lt;br /&gt;tak ada palung lagi bakal kami lalui bersama&lt;br /&gt;tapi kenangan antarkami selalu ada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan sebagian kenangan&lt;br /&gt;ada yang saya bekukan&lt;br /&gt;[bukan soal tali name tag ini]&lt;br /&gt;karena kepercayaan saya&lt;br /&gt;tak semuanya&lt;br /&gt;wajib menghuni&lt;br /&gt;rumah batin saya&lt;br /&gt;dan percayalah&lt;br /&gt;segala yang terlupa juga bakal jadi indah&lt;br /&gt;tanpa pernah memikir&lt;br /&gt;betapa culas dan burukhati orang itu melakukannya atas saya&lt;br /&gt;karena ia punya keterbatasan pemahaman&lt;br /&gt;dan ketidakpunyaan&lt;br /&gt;hingga ketika ia mendapatkannya&lt;br /&gt;melupakan&lt;br /&gt;bahwa sayalah pemilik yang sejatinya&lt;br /&gt;seperti mama bilang&lt;br /&gt;: menyadari tetap bagian dari sublimasi diri yang hakiki, kadang sulit adanya&lt;br /&gt;apalagi bila budaya yang ia miliki tidak begitu. serba kekurangan, serba mengais, serta menisbikan harga diri&lt;br /&gt;[oh mum, beautiful and excellent words i ever hear in my life. i miss you and i love you. sedang bikin sarapan saat ini, ya? :)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya bahagia&lt;br /&gt;bersama dalphin&lt;br /&gt;dan baby&lt;br /&gt;dan vaddiszno&lt;br /&gt;dan semua orang rumah saya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karena saya selalu punya cinta&lt;br /&gt;dan rumah&lt;br /&gt;kediaman&lt;br /&gt;tempat tinggal&lt;br /&gt;bagi batin saya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* pagi tadi, sebelum mengedit ini, saya makan pagi. with concorde's cutlerey. from teaspoon to fork. from spoon to knife [sempat tertawa dalam hati, di saat dalphin sudah bisa makan nasi dengan sendok, saya bersikukuh menyuap nasi dengan garpu. i don't like spoon, except for soup. nasi lebih enak dengan garpu atau tangan!]. dan saya bau yardley cokelat lagi. hmmmmmmmmmmm. Tuhan saya sungguh tahu, kapan menikmati karuniaMu. dengan cara yang cuma saya, dia dan Kau mengerti :)  selamat pagi dunia *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;chtobi ne bilo to k luchshemu&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922127-112171153831766711?l=ukirsari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ukirsari.blogspot.com/feeds/112171153831766711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6922127&amp;postID=112171153831766711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6922127/posts/default/112171153831766711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6922127/posts/default/112171153831766711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ukirsari.blogspot.com/2005/07/con-te-partiro.html' title='&gt;&gt; con te partiro &lt;&lt;'/><author><name>ukirsari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822352270446680701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922127.post-111927540919192325</id><published>2005-06-20T14:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T18:14:07.793+01:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt; java jive, karimun java ... lost treasure hidden jewel of java .... &lt;&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/1600/on%20jetfoil%20sepia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/320/on%20jetfoil%20sepia.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picture: puffin and dalphin on jetfoil, ready to sail to semarang's harbour tanjung emas from beloved karimunjawa (c) manggalani-brodjokaloso and ingram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;* malam kian  terasa, larut dan dingin ... hasrat pun ingin terus bersama, sinar bulan yang terang berbayang, terbias indah di matamu, oh .... hingga tiada satu kata yang bisa kuucapkan, biar kau tahu yang kurasakan, getar jiwa ... terguncang buaikan bersatu genggam di jarimu .... inikah gerangan cinta yang menghiasi kisah manusia sepanjang masa ....*&lt;/em&gt;[java jive, gerangan cinta, 1995]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems just yesterday ... puffin and dalphin start their nice holiday in the 'lost hidden treasure' of java &gt;&gt; karimunjawa. literally in javanese means "the shadow imagine from million distance away place of java mainland". every single beaches here is treasure, always give their own scenery. never be the same, laying in among 27 small islands.  dalphin said, like in la dique, praline or somewhere in seychelles. and puffin replied "can be anywhere in the equator line or tropical areas but it was surprised since still in the area of java."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puffin got her first snorkelling with beloved dalphin and dolphino a.k.a dolfino.  bites by spiky ones so called "duri babi" and got panic.  but it's nothing compared with palm trees, sunrise and sunset, coral reefs in conservation, floating cabin, our "welcome" thunderstorm and high tide, seafood meals, sea creatures from shark, jellyfish, stingray [not yet mantaray, sweetheart puffin :)], starfish, anchovy, crabs, hawksbill turtle, pelican and hornbill and meet our baby ikan belutak or number one enemy jabba the hutt.  puffin did remember very well, asking dalphin's binoculars to see the craters in the half moon and laying on the pier. enjoy every single moment whenever electricity shut-down and singing "this little piggy going to the market, this little piggy stayed at home, this little piggy got roasted beef, this little piggy had none and this little piggy run all the way homeeeeeeeee".  anything great, even dalphin had dependency into glyco 2 mg and puffin have to eat 'rabbit drops' 2 - 3 times per day and both of us got halucination [caused by the medicines] .... green mice and hand weaving and glittering of everything :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in 1995, java jive launched their masterpiece 'gerangan cinta' [is this love?] and the charming lyrics made me half drunken about. i mean, how can be so 'glittering' and warm if you have that feeling, no matter if 'the world will ended tomorrow' nor 'the earth will divided into 2'. just flowing like puffin learn from dalphin about snorkelling and everything will be fine.  10 years after java jive's great song ... i have my own gerangan cinta and i know how to be grateful. thanks for unforgetable birthday gift, dalphin. i love you so much!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;chtobi ne bilo to k luchshemu&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922127-111927540919192325?l=ukirsari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ukirsari.blogspot.com/feeds/111927540919192325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6922127&amp;postID=111927540919192325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6922127/posts/default/111927540919192325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6922127/posts/default/111927540919192325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ukirsari.blogspot.com/2005/06/java-jive-karimun-java-lost-treasure.html' title='&gt;&gt; java jive, karimun java ... lost treasure hidden jewel of java .... &lt;&lt;'/><author><name>ukirsari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822352270446680701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922127.post-111686041369403963</id><published>2005-05-23T15:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T20:21:03.433+01:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt; before sunrise and before sunset &lt;&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/1600/Depan%20San%20Marco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/320/Depan%20San%20Marco.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picture: @rie in front of san marco [piazza de san marco], venice (c) ukirsari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;em&gt;there's nothing in love but pain&lt;/em&gt; [rabindranath tagore]&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;em&gt;there's nothing remain but love. only love &lt;/em&gt;[only love, eric segal]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* can love find a way?&lt;br /&gt;yes. can be. one of the appearance i found in my most memorable fave love story movies after "love story" [based upon eric segal's best seller] and "onegin": "before sunrise" [1995] and "before sunset" [2005]. i did enjoy watching young jesse [ethan hawke] and celine [julie delpy] and whenever i read about newly made richard linklater's on dvd counters i just feel "oh, finally .... do jesse and celine get a succesful reunion?". always ambiguity inside my heart: buy this sequel indie movie to complete my before sunrise or not? because i feel ... i will disappointed if the result is not as i predict before [read as: i am afraid with the reality :)]. always arguing myself 'till i decided to buy 2 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;still brilliant director linklater [state-of-the art scene of beautiful paris -- before taken in vienna, 9 years ago, just need few actors, just depend on available light, full of dialogues] that make this movie so alive. and of course about the storyline itself. reading in several review [and now my wallpaper is 'before sunset' with sound on ...] that linklater writing the plot together with hawke and delpy. it's so cool.&lt;br /&gt;i found ... in several ways. jesse and celine, they keep their love. maybe not sharing to each other in normal way, but i found something perfect in unperfect condition [already married, but understand to each other there's nothing about affair and second chance, just want to share the moment].&lt;br /&gt;how many unconditional love already happened in my life?&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;em&gt; the vienna train station remind me of mulhousieville &gt;&gt; the "embankment" after crossing the borderline of switzerland by sncf    &lt;br /&gt;~ not in between lovers like jesse-celine's condition, but i do miss my fellows in the train during my eurorail trip: lea [pescara], caroline [basel], lionel [wuppertal], pavel [amsterdam], mirko [antwerp to spa-francorchamps], simone [lyon-part-dieu to milano centrale], karin [paris] and the old lady from brugge [bruxelles]&lt;br /&gt;~ parisian cul-de-sac .... still linger on my mind nowadays, whenever i am walking or crossing the roads here in my place&lt;br /&gt;~ i am glad ... to be loved as to love, with all my heart [taken from medic doc roe's night prayer in bandy]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;chtobi ne bilo to k luchshemu&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922127-111686041369403963?l=ukirsari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ukirsari.blogspot.com/feeds/111686041369403963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6922127&amp;postID=111686041369403963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6922127/posts/default/111686041369403963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6922127/posts/default/111686041369403963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ukirsari.blogspot.com/2005/05/before-sunrise-and-before-sunset.html' title='&gt;&gt; before sunrise and before sunset &lt;&lt;'/><author><name>ukirsari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822352270446680701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922127.post-111633975037529894</id><published>2005-05-17T11:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T18:00:15.943+01:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt; snow fall on the cedars a.k.a malam indah &lt;&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/1600/shimla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/320/shimla.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picture: deodar cedar, the icon of state of himachal pradesh. taken at annandale hill, shimla (c) ukirsari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ethan hawke on tv last night. about ishmael chambers with his eternal love. even the japanese girl, hatsue married to other. something across in my mind: it's about the love itself, up to the person to carry on, forget it, forgive it or take it with themselves forever.&lt;br /&gt;suddenly a surprise sms from my beloved ones. go shopping there somewhere in rainbow. a list of my birthday gifts. i know how to be grateful. they're:&lt;br /&gt;- dolphino mask and fins&lt;br /&gt;- big blue dvd&lt;br /&gt;- around the world in 80 days, world of journeys by bbc on vcd &lt;br /&gt;- michael pallin's full circle, by bbc on dvd &lt;br /&gt;- michael pallin's book 'himalaya' by bbc&lt;br /&gt;- 3 pairs of socks in my fave colours bluey, dark blue and purpley stripey by thighsgalore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i said, "you're spoil me, sweetheart." and his answer just, "but this is your birthday." hmmmmmm, my heart just melt so sudden. i know i am not kind of girlfriend that mention this and that. his presence will be &gt;&gt; from far away place, i give highly appreciate.  doesn't mean to look back my past, but what you think if you get everything you ever dream about a man for you.  not macho look but a kindhearted. give a surprise and fully understand about your hobby and interest. sharing expenses in exact 'rate' 50-50 or make your turn and my turn but never cheat on you.  give you maximum support and encouragement words to be the one you want to be? :)&lt;br /&gt;i love him. make me smile and ethan hawke's snow fall on the cedars becomes more beautiful than ever. perfect and excellent. and becomes amazing love story. not in term make me cry, but "nice".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuhan ku, ya Allah ... i am so blessed and happy and matur nuwun sanget. with all my heart. with all my heart!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;chtobi ne bilo to k luchshemu&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922127-111633975037529894?l=ukirsari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ukirsari.blogspot.com/feeds/111633975037529894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6922127&amp;postID=111633975037529894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6922127/posts/default/111633975037529894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6922127/posts/default/111633975037529894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ukirsari.blogspot.com/2005/05/snow-fall-on-cedars-aka-malam-indah.html' title='&gt;&gt; snow fall on the cedars a.k.a malam indah &lt;&lt;'/><author><name>ukirsari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822352270446680701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922127.post-111471493439111899</id><published>2005-04-28T19:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T17:34:51.133+01:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt; thebes &lt;&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/1600/burung1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/320/burung1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/1600/burung.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/320/burung.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures: puffin with horus (c) ingram nicholas, dalphin and horus (c) manggalani - brodjokaloso ukirsari, thebes, egypt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;aku menuliskan namamu&lt;br /&gt;pada dinding-dinding batu&lt;br /&gt;biban el muluk&lt;br /&gt;dan mendaki hingga ke puncaknya&lt;br /&gt;merasai waktu sedemikian lembam&lt;br /&gt;mengamati sepasang sepeda dikayuh dalam kejauhan pandang&lt;br /&gt;bulir-bulir pasir menari&lt;br /&gt;di thebes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selarik sinar surya &lt;br /&gt;bingkisan dari sang dewa matahari&lt;br /&gt;amon-re&lt;br /&gt;ra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pemampatan udara&lt;br /&gt;pemanasan muka bumi&lt;br /&gt;dan terdengar tangis&lt;br /&gt;di gerbang colossi of memnon&lt;br /&gt;maat-kau-re&lt;br /&gt;ra-setep-meri-amen&lt;br /&gt;memnon sang legenda&lt;br /&gt;yang tertebas pedang achilles&lt;br /&gt;di medan laga troy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sampai berapa lama sepeda dikayuh&lt;br /&gt;melintasi ladang tebu&lt;br /&gt;padang-padang pasir&lt;br /&gt;katakombe-katakombe kuno&lt;br /&gt;bersalib ankh; coptic cross&lt;br /&gt;meyimak ayat-ayat yang tergores &lt;br /&gt;dwibahasa arab dan yunani&lt;br /&gt;saint tawdros al marsekiy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bersama pasir aku menyesapi&lt;br /&gt;hikayat-hikayat masa lalu&lt;br /&gt;penaklukan pharaoh ramses II&lt;br /&gt;keagungan pharaoni perempuan hatshepsut&lt;br /&gt;yang menolak dirinya ditahbiskan sebagai ratu&lt;br /&gt;karena lelaki dan perempuan sejajar hakekatnya: penguasa tak mengenal kelamin&lt;br /&gt;sama dengan kebenaran&lt;br /&gt;tanpa perbedaan &lt;br /&gt;mutlak adanya&lt;br /&gt;satu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku menuliskan namamu&lt;br /&gt;pada dinding-dinding batu&lt;br /&gt;biban el muluk&lt;br /&gt;di segenap perbukitan padas seantero thebes&lt;br /&gt;pada perkampungan orang-orang bedouin&lt;br /&gt;mencatat setiap detik cintamu mengalir dalam darahku&lt;br /&gt;menyumblim dalam partikel-partikel oksigen yang kuhirup&lt;br /&gt;di thebes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku rindukan dirimu&lt;br /&gt;dalam kebersamaan jiwa hakiki &lt;br /&gt;tanpa keharusan kehadiran wadag&lt;br /&gt;seperti cinta dewi isis pada dewa osiris&lt;br /&gt;mengumpulkan sayat demi sayat daging tubuh suaminya&lt;br /&gt;yang dihabisi para satria kegelapan&lt;br /&gt;dicacah dijadikan makanan hewan air di sungai el nil&lt;br /&gt;menjadikannya sempurna kembali&lt;br /&gt;dan mempersembahkan horus sebagai putra mereka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku menuliskan namamu&lt;br /&gt;pada dinding-dinding batu&lt;br /&gt;biban el muluk&lt;br /&gt;merindukanmu selalu&lt;br /&gt;dan menggarisbawahi&lt;br /&gt;makna cinta yang ada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) ukirsari, abela aegypt sleepers 04012005&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;chtobi ne bilo to k luchshemu&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922127-111471493439111899?l=ukirsari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ukirsari.blogspot.com/feeds/111471493439111899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6922127&amp;postID=111471493439111899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6922127/posts/default/111471493439111899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6922127/posts/default/111471493439111899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ukirsari.blogspot.com/2005/04/thebes.html' title='&gt;&gt; thebes &lt;&lt;'/><author><name>ukirsari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822352270446680701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922127.post-111388903778400742</id><published>2005-04-19T06:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T13:14:15.440+01:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt; utah, omaha and now gold, juno, sword &lt;&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/1600/normandy%20d-day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/320/normandy%20d-day.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picture is about front cover of normandy d-day landings by derek blizard, copied by ukirsari not in term to be used to other party and anykind publicity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morning sweetheart :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i understand, why i look so bloon if our topic is about the whole of operation: overlord. the names which are so dearly for me always utah and omaha. the rest o-ow princess @rie stupid! and i just found the answer!!! this morning, reading my beloved d-day normandy landings by derek blizard. these gold-juno-sword known as "british beaches". gold and juno operated by british xxx corps and juno by canadian division [ps: no wonder, the writer also a briton guy ;) my references made-in usa :D].&lt;br /&gt;and the main DZ was st aubin-sur-mer, which is ... for me, i feel more familiar to pronounce st marie du mont and st mere aglise in utah :D  [another is paris-st-germain on my way from paris to milan :D]&lt;br /&gt;well, well ... so, i had nice conversation with dad after. and i was say sorry ... [i mean it, even dad never take it as a serious topic] &gt;&gt; how i like bandy and i hear sometimes dad's arguments, "hmmmm, the paratroopers. the embankment of the navy by the sea also breathtaking. you should read about it and find me about d-day movies with entry point shorelines of normandy."  yeah. you know bloody stubborn me and "oh dad, please accept it. the mini series is about airborne division."&lt;br /&gt;and he's right .... and we laugh &gt;&gt; yeah, only movie but i feel wowww ... uhum and i know you'll also smile whenever read this and across in your mind "oh burung hantu kecil ku, you never believe me about juno-gold-sword."&lt;br /&gt;i did and more. danke schon ya dalphin ku :) ich liebe dich, liebe auf denn ersten blitz ;) und kuss mich wach! ein ... zwei ... drei .... hahahahaa!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;chtobi ne bilo to k luchshemu&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922127-111388903778400742?l=ukirsari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ukirsari.blogspot.com/feeds/111388903778400742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6922127&amp;postID=111388903778400742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6922127/posts/default/111388903778400742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6922127/posts/default/111388903778400742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ukirsari.blogspot.com/2005/04/utah-omaha-and-now-gold-juno-sword.html' title='&gt;&gt; utah, omaha and now gold, juno, sword &lt;&lt;'/><author><name>ukirsari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822352270446680701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922127.post-108866004651222429</id><published>2004-07-01T06:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T19:29:23.040+01:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt; Jakhan bhanglo milan mela &lt;&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/1600/Vt234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/400/320/Vt234.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picture: @rie on the way to rashtraphati bhavan, the presidential palace of new delhi, india (c) ukirsari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When our days together&lt;br /&gt;Came to an end, &lt;br /&gt;My weeping would never cease –&lt;br /&gt;I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As flowers from a garland&lt;br /&gt;Fall unheeded&lt;br /&gt;On the dust of the road –&lt;br /&gt;One by one –&lt;br /&gt;So, memories fade,&lt;br /&gt;Unknown to us,&lt;br /&gt;Day by day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more tears&lt;br /&gt;Would ever fall –&lt;br /&gt;I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met on the wayside&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden –&lt;br /&gt;And my crying I couldn’t stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the mantle of forgetfulness&lt;br /&gt;The tears were there –&lt;br /&gt;All the time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;Rabindranath Tagore&lt;/strong&gt;, Geetamalika 1; Geetabitan, Prem ~ transcreated by Sovana Dasgupta]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;chtobi ne bilo to k luchshemu&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922127-108866004651222429?l=ukirsari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ukirsari.blogspot.com/feeds/108866004651222429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6922127&amp;postID=108866004651222429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6922127/posts/default/108866004651222429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6922127/posts/default/108866004651222429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ukirsari.blogspot.com/2004/07/jakhan-bhanglo-milan-mela.html' title='&gt;&gt; Jakhan bhanglo milan mela &lt;&lt;'/><author><name>ukirsari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822352270446680701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6922127.post-108619140677521636</id><published>2004-06-02T16:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T05:39:23.416+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Pagi Cinta [Morning, Love]</title><content type='html'>uhuuuuu, what will across in your mind whenever you go to search engine, type your own name and then find many many 'destination' which put your name into them? first, if you know you're already publish them by your own is cool, fine, okay. second; but if not? well, as long as the person consider to put my name as the author, never mind.  i'm happy to make people smile, inspired and fulfilled. 2 of them already in bloggers: sarah [www.juniors.blogspot.com] and atta [www.negeri-senja.com]. wow!&lt;br /&gt;one, i rewrite here 'selamat pagi cinta' [morning, love]. to remember someone outta there. i completely finished with this small piggy-wiggy poem on jan 28, a perfect moment to be me again ... after flying to his 'home' at rainbow. a land behind the mist. and to whom i told, 'love doesn't mean to be together forever'. i miss you, sometimes. and i still keep your big shadowey lovey dovey heart in southend-on-sea sky in my compie :) thanks for the red arrows who send it to me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Selamat pagi Cinta ~&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;em&gt;Morning, Love&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku perbincangkan cinta&lt;br /&gt;Kepada siapa aku merasai&lt;br /&gt;Keindahan pun kesedihan&lt;br /&gt;Hal-hal yang membangunkan aku&lt;br /&gt;Dari mimpi malam&lt;br /&gt;Dan merasai embun pagi&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;em&gt;I tell about love&lt;br /&gt;For whom I can feel this thing&lt;br /&gt;Something sweet or bitterness&lt;br /&gt;The things that make me awake&lt;br /&gt;From a night dream&lt;br /&gt;To feel the morning dew&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada siapa aku bagikan&lt;br /&gt;Segala kehangatan hati&lt;br /&gt;Merasai diri tidaklah sendiri&lt;br /&gt;Melainkan senantiasa dalam kebersamaan&lt;br /&gt;Bernama cinta&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;em&gt;To whom I am sharing&lt;br /&gt;The warmest feeling inside my heart&lt;br /&gt;Since I feel not lonely&lt;br /&gt;But always into togetherness&lt;br /&gt;Called love&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bersama keluargaku&lt;br /&gt;Orang-orang terkasih&lt;br /&gt;Semua yang kukenal&lt;br /&gt;Maupun belum&lt;br /&gt;Karena cinta milik siapa saja&lt;br /&gt;Pada semua kita berbagi&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;em&gt;With my beloved family&lt;br /&gt;People I love&lt;br /&gt;Everyone I knew&lt;br /&gt;Or not yet know&lt;br /&gt;Because love is belong to everyone&lt;br /&gt;That's what we shared about&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;written by:&lt;br /&gt;Rr.Ukirsari Manggalani Brodjokaloso &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;chtobi ne bilo to k luchshemu&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6922127-108619140677521636?l=ukirsari.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ukirsari.blogspot.com/feeds/108619140677521636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6922127&amp;postID=108619140677521636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6922127/posts/default/108619140677521636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6922127/posts/default/108619140677521636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ukirsari.blogspot.com/2004/06/selamat-pagi-cinta-morning-love.html' title='Selamat Pagi Cinta [Morning, Love]'/><author><name>ukirsari</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05822352270446680701</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
