<?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-9917116</id><updated>2011-09-07T00:53:31.793+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kumis Kucing</title><subtitle type='html'>What can I say, I'm a Cat Lover</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumis-kucing.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9917116/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumis-kucing.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kumis Kucing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622892142933428478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/lethavi/kucing7.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9917116.post-115035529710620122</id><published>2006-06-15T13:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T14:08:17.123+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work and Friends</title><content type='html'>Today, it's been quite a while since I write something down...&lt;br /&gt;It's been a struggle, a hard work, endless days, new environs.. which I somehow didn't enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;I have a boss who likes to give piles of books to read, ... and who dislike people who like to have sometime off to lunch.. But it's okay, maybe the more interesting you are, the more difficult the task given to you... and more challenges ahead of you.. ha ha. I just wish I will manage to go through all this.. and I hope there'll be a nice compensation afterwards. I think that's so normal, for every employee in the world..., right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about long lost friends.. I had a friend back in uni, but she's now somewhere in the world I never see. She's just emailed me and asked me if I could come to her party, a wedding party, to be thrown in the city she's living in with her partner... her husband to be, in December. I was thrilled, wanting to go and catching her up with old and new stories. I miss her.. :-(&lt;br /&gt;I hope she'll have an exciting party, and live happily ever after with her husband. Sorry mate, I hope I'll see you someday... hope I'll bring my children then to see you :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9917116-115035529710620122?l=kumis-kucing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumis-kucing.blogspot.com/feeds/115035529710620122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9917116&amp;postID=115035529710620122' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9917116/posts/default/115035529710620122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9917116/posts/default/115035529710620122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumis-kucing.blogspot.com/2006/06/work-and-friends.html' title='Work and Friends'/><author><name>Kumis Kucing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622892142933428478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/lethavi/kucing7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9917116.post-112173447087852617</id><published>2005-07-19T07:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T07:54:30.883+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Syair Renungan Bagi Para Istri</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Pernikahan        atau perkawinan&lt;br /&gt;membuka tabir rahasia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suami yang menikahi        kamu,&lt;br /&gt;tidaklah semulia Muhammad S.A.W.,&lt;br /&gt;tidaklah setaqwa        Ibrahim,&lt;br /&gt;tidaklah setabah Ayyub,&lt;br /&gt;ataupun segagah Musa,&lt;br /&gt;apalagi        setampan Yusuf.&lt;br /&gt;Justru suamimu hanyalah pria akhir jaman,&lt;br /&gt;yang punya        cita-cita&lt;br /&gt;membangun keturunan yang soleh dan        sholehah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernikahan atau perkawinan&lt;br /&gt;mengajar kita        kewajiban bersama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suami menjadi pelindung,&lt;br /&gt;kamu        penghuninya&lt;br /&gt;Suami adalah nakhoda kapal,&lt;br /&gt;kamu navigatornya&lt;br /&gt;Suami        bagaikan balita yang nakal,&lt;br /&gt;kamu adalah penuntun kenakalannya&lt;br /&gt;Ketika        suami menjadi bisa,&lt;br /&gt;kamulah penawar obatnya&lt;br /&gt;Seandainya suami masinis        yang melenceng,&lt;br /&gt;sabarlah memperingatkannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernikahan        atau perkawinan&lt;br /&gt;mengajar kita perlunya iman dan taqwa&lt;br /&gt;untuk belajar        meniti sabar&lt;br /&gt;dan ridho Allah S.W.T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karena memiliki suami        yang tak segala mana,&lt;br /&gt;justru kamu akan tersentak dari alpa&lt;br /&gt;Kamu        bukanlah Khadijah,&lt;br /&gt;yang begitu sempurna di dalam menjaga&lt;br /&gt;Pun        bukanlah Hajar,&lt;br /&gt;yang begitu setia dalam sengsara&lt;br /&gt;Cuma wanita akhir        jaman,&lt;br /&gt;yang berusaha menjadi sholehah.&lt;br /&gt;Amin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9917116-112173447087852617?l=kumis-kucing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumis-kucing.blogspot.com/feeds/112173447087852617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9917116&amp;postID=112173447087852617' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9917116/posts/default/112173447087852617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9917116/posts/default/112173447087852617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumis-kucing.blogspot.com/2005/07/syair-renungan-bagi-para-istri.html' title='Syair Renungan Bagi Para Istri'/><author><name>Kumis Kucing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622892142933428478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/lethavi/kucing7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9917116.post-112078621513630004</id><published>2005-07-08T08:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T08:37:14.740+07:00</updated><title type='text'>AL SADAQAT AL JARIYAH - the actions which outlives you</title><content type='html'>1. Give a copy of Quran to someone and each time they read  from it, you will gain hasanaat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Donate a wheel chair to a hospital and each time a sick person uses it, you will gain hasanaat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Share constructive reading material with someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Help in educating a child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Teach someone to recite a do'a (pray). With each recitation, you will gain hasanaat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.      Share a do'a (pray) or a Quran CD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Participate in the building of a mosque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Place a water cooler in a public place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Plant a tree. Each time any person or an animal sits under its shade or eats from the tree, you will gain hasanaat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Share this with someone. If one person applies any of the above you will receive your hasanaat until the Day of Judgment&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9917116-112078621513630004?l=kumis-kucing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumis-kucing.blogspot.com/feeds/112078621513630004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9917116&amp;postID=112078621513630004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9917116/posts/default/112078621513630004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9917116/posts/default/112078621513630004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumis-kucing.blogspot.com/2005/07/al-sadaqat-al-jariyah-actions-which.html' title='AL SADAQAT AL JARIYAH - the actions which outlives you'/><author><name>Kumis Kucing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622892142933428478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/lethavi/kucing7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9917116.post-112078539158999852</id><published>2005-07-08T08:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T08:16:31.610+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vaksin penyebab Autis (email dari seorang Ibu)</title><content type='html'>Buat para Pasangan MUDA. om dan tante yang punya keponakan... atau bahkan calon ibu ... perlu nih dibaca tentang autisme.. Bisa di share kepada yang masih punya anak kecil supaya berhati-hati........ Setelah kesibukan yang menyita waktu, baru sekarang saya bisa dapat waktu luang membaca buku "Children with Starving Brains" karangan Jaquelyn McCandless,MD yang diterjemahkan dan diterbitkan oleh Grasindo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ternyata buku yang saya beli di toko buku Gramedia seharga Rp. 50,000,- itu benar-benar membuka mata saya, dan sayang, sayang sekali baru terbit setelah anak saya Joey (27 bln) didiagnosa mengidap Autisme Spectrum Disorder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagian satu, bab 3, dari buku itu benar-benar membuat saya menangis. Selama 6 bulan pertama hidupnya (Agustus 2001 -&lt;br /&gt;Februari 2002), Joey memperoleh 3 kali suntikan vaksin Hepatitis B, dan 3 kali suntikan vaksin HiB. Menurut buku tersebut (halaman 54 - 55) ternyata dua macam vaksin yang diterima anak saya dalam 6 bulan pertama hidupnya itu positif mengandung zat pengawet Thimerosal, yang terdiri dari Etilmerkuri yang menjadi penyebab utama sindrom Autisme Spectrum Disorder yang meledak pada sejak awal tahun 1990 an. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vaksin yang mengandung Thimerosal itu sendiri sudah dilarang di Amerika sejak akir tahun 2001. Alangkah sedihnya saya, anak yang saya tunggu kehadirannya selama 6 tahun, dilahirkan dan divaksinasi di sebuah rumahsakit besar yang bagus, terkenal, dan mahal di Karawaci Tangerang, dengan harapan memperoleh treatment yang terbaik, ternyata malah "diracuni" oleh Mercuri dengan selubung vaksinasi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beruntung saya masih bisa memberi ASI sampai sekarang, sehingga Joey tidak menderita Autisme yang parah. Tetapi tetap saja, sampai sekarang dia belum bicara, harus diet pantang gluten dan casein, harus terapi ABA, Okupasi, dan nampaknya harus dibarengi dengan diet supplemen yang keseluruhannya sangat besar biayanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya hanya ingin menghimbau para dokter anak di Indonesia, para pejabat di Departemen Kesehatan, tolonglah baca buku tersebut di atas itu, dan tolong musnahkan semua vaksin yang masih mengandung Thimerosal. Jangan sampai (dan bukan tidak mungkin sudah terjadi) sisa stok yang tidak habis di Amerika Serikat tersebut diekspor dengan harga murah ke Indonesia dan dikampanyekan sampai ke puskesmas-puskesmas seperti contohnya vaksin Hepatitis B, yang sekarang sedang giat-giatnya dikampanyekan sampai ke pedesaan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kepada para orang tua dan calon orang tua, marilah kita bersikap proaktif, dan assertif dengan menolak vaksin yang mengandung Thimerosal tersebut, cobalah bernegosiasi dengan dokter anak kita, minta vaksin Hepatitis B dan HiB yang tidak mengandung Thimerosal.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Juga tolong e-mail ini diteruskan kepada mereka yang akan menjadi orang tua, agar tidak mengalami nasib yang sama seperti saya. Sekali lagi, jangan sampai kita kehilangan satu generasi anak-anak penerus bangsa, apalagi jika mereka datang dari keluarga yang berpenghasilan rendah yang untuk makan saja sulit apalagi untuk membiayai biaya terapi supplemen, terapi ABA, Okupasi, dokter ahli Autisme (yang daftar tunggunya sampai berbulan-bulan), yang besarnya sampai jutaaan Rupiah perbulannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terakhir, mohon doanya untuk Joey dan ratusan, bahkan ribuan teman- teman senasibnya di Indonesia yang sekarang sedang berjuang membebaskan diri dari belenggu Autisme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's share with others... Show them that WE care!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9917116-112078539158999852?l=kumis-kucing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumis-kucing.blogspot.com/feeds/112078539158999852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9917116&amp;postID=112078539158999852' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9917116/posts/default/112078539158999852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9917116/posts/default/112078539158999852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumis-kucing.blogspot.com/2005/07/vaksin-penyebab-autis-email-dari.html' title='Vaksin penyebab Autis (email dari seorang Ibu)'/><author><name>Kumis Kucing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622892142933428478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/lethavi/kucing7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9917116.post-112054267483371542</id><published>2005-07-05T12:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T12:51:14.836+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desert Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Words and music by Sting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream of rain&lt;br /&gt;I dream of gardens in the desert sand&lt;br /&gt;I wake in vain&lt;br /&gt;I dream of love as time runs through my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream of fire&lt;br /&gt;Those dreams that tie two hearts that will never die&lt;br /&gt;And near the flames&lt;br /&gt;The shadows play in the shape of the man’s desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This desert rose&lt;br /&gt;Whose shadow bears the secret promise&lt;br /&gt;This desert flower&lt;br /&gt;No sweet perfume that would torture you more than this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now she turns&lt;br /&gt;This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams&lt;br /&gt;This fire burns&lt;br /&gt;I realize that nothing’s as it seems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream of rain&lt;br /&gt;I dream of gardens in the desert sand&lt;br /&gt;I wake in vain&lt;br /&gt;I dream of love as time runs through my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream of rain&lt;br /&gt;I lift my gaze to empty skies above&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;The rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream of rain&lt;br /&gt;I dream of gardens in the desert sand&lt;br /&gt;I wake in vain&lt;br /&gt;I dream of love as time runs through my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet desert rose&lt;br /&gt;Whose shadow bears the secret promise&lt;br /&gt;This desert flower&lt;br /&gt;No sweet perfume that would torture you more than this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet desert rose&lt;br /&gt;This memory of hidden hearts and souls&lt;br /&gt;This desert flower&lt;br /&gt;This rare perfurme is the sweet intoxication of love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9917116-112054267483371542?l=kumis-kucing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumis-kucing.blogspot.com/feeds/112054267483371542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9917116&amp;postID=112054267483371542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9917116/posts/default/112054267483371542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9917116/posts/default/112054267483371542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumis-kucing.blogspot.com/2005/07/desert-rose.html' title='Desert Rose'/><author><name>Kumis Kucing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622892142933428478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/lethavi/kucing7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9917116.post-112009083418667602</id><published>2005-06-30T07:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T07:20:34.196+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pasar Sepatu</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Kejayaan ”Passer Baroe” sudah diketahui di masa Verenigde Oost Indische Compagnie (VOC) dulu. Daerah ”Passer Baroe” dulu tidak hanya dikenal sebagai daerah elite karena berada tidak jauh dari kawasan Rijswijk (Jalan Veteran) yang dibangun pemerintah Kompeni Belanda untuk orang-orang kaya di Batavia. Ya, sekarang ini mirip kawasan Menteng atau Pondok Indah.    &lt;p&gt;Di daerah pasar itu juga dikenal sejumlah tukang sepatu di masa Batavia dulu. Salah satu yang sangat terkenal bernama Sapie Ie. Pria keturunan Cina ini oleh pejabat-pejabat Kompeni Belanda dipercaya membuat bahkan memperbaiki sepatu dengan hak tinggi. Ya sepatu prajurit, ya sepatu untuk keperluan pesta. Namun Sapie Ie lebih dipercaya untuk membuat sepatu pesta. Soal ongkos, para pejabat Kompeni Belanda tidak dibuat pusing. Yang pen-ting kualitas dijamin. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Dalam buku bertajuk ”Indrukken van een Totok, Indische type en schetsen”, secara gamblang dijelaskan peran tukang sepatu Sapie Ie di daerah ”Passer Baroe”. Justus van Maurik, sang penulis buku tersebut, menceritakan bagaimana ia terpaksa harus berhubungan dengan Sapie Ie hanya karena harus mengenakan sepatu hak tinggi untuk memenuhi undangan sebuah pesta dansa di Gedung Harmonie. ”Saya kaget ketika menerima surat undangan untuk menghadiri pesta dansa dari Gubernur Jenderal van der Wijck,” tulis Justus van Maurik dalam bukunya itu. Dalam undangan yang disampaikan langsung Gubernur Jenderal van der Wijck tersebut disebutkan bahwa pesta dansa dilakukan pada Minggu, 2 Agustus tepat pukul 21.00 malam. Justus pun bersiap diri. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Ia mulai menyiapkan pakaian yang terbaiknya hanya untuk menghormati surat undangan Gubernur Jenderal van der Wijck. Celana panjang, rompi dan jas warna hitam telah disiapkan. Namun sayangnya, sepatu yang dimilikinya ternyata tidak pas untuk sebuah pesta dansa, apalagi yang digelar Gubernur Jenderal van der Wijck. Oleh teman-temannya ia disindir habis karena sepatu bututnya itu. ”Masa kamu mau hadiri pesta dansa pakai sepatu butut itu?” sindir rekan-rekan Justus.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Atas desakan salah seorang temannya yang sudah lebih dulu menetap di Kota Batavia, Justus disarankan untuk memesan sepatu lak ke tukang sepatu Sapie Ie di ”Passer Baroe”. Dengan ramah Sapie Ie menerima pesanan sepatu lak Justus. Karena kakinya agak besar maka Sapie Ie meminta tambahan ongkos sebesar 50 sen. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Uniknya, memesan sepatu dari Sapie Ie, si pemesan bisa menunggu. Sambil menunggu sepatu pesanannya selesai, Justus van Maurik jalan-jalan dulu mengitari daerah Rijswijk (kini Jalan Veteran). Lama memang, tapi yang penting bagi Justus bisa ikut pesta dansa. Dalam hitungan jam akhirnya sepatu hak pesanan itu selesai. Sayangnya, ketika dicoba ternyata agak sempit. Tapi kereta jemputan untuk mengikuti pesta sudah di depan mata, maka dengan jalan agak kesakitan Justus van Maurik melupakan rasa sakit kakinya itu.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Usai pesta Justus melepaskan sepatunya yang katanya sempit itu. Begitu dibuka di dalamnya ada bon utang. Di ujung sepatu lak kiri ada bon tagihan yang dilipat rapi. Ya, mungkin karena ketika itu Sapie Ie si tukang sepatu enggan menagih kekurangan pembayaran sepatu sehingga ia menaruh bon tagihan di dalam sepatu. Akibat ulah itu kaki Justus van Maurik bengkak. Keesokkan harinya ia mendatangi toko Sapie Ie dan membayar bon pembuatan sepatu lak itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quoted from arsitekturindis.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9917116-112009083418667602?l=kumis-kucing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumis-kucing.blogspot.com/feeds/112009083418667602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9917116&amp;postID=112009083418667602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9917116/posts/default/112009083418667602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9917116/posts/default/112009083418667602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumis-kucing.blogspot.com/2005/06/pasar-sepatu.html' title='Pasar Sepatu'/><author><name>Kumis Kucing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622892142933428478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/lethavi/kucing7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9917116.post-111942523240710505</id><published>2005-06-22T13:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T14:27:12.413+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hati Seorang Ayah</title><content type='html'>Suatu ketika, ada seorang anak wanita yang bertanya kepada Ayahnya, tatkala&lt;br /&gt;tanpa sengaja dia melihat Ayahnya sedang mengusap wajahnya yang mulai&lt;br /&gt;berkerut-merut dengan badannya yang terbungkuk-bungkuk, disertai suara batuk-batuknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anak wanita itu bertanya pada ayahnya : "Ayah, mengapa wajah Ayah kian berkerut-merut dengan badan Ayah yang kian hari kian terbungkuk?"&lt;br /&gt;Demikian pertanyaannya, ketika Ayahnya sedang santai di beranda.&lt;br /&gt;Ayahnya menjawab : "Sebab aku Laki-laki." Itulah jawaban Ayahnya. &lt;br /&gt;Anak wanita itu bergumam : "Aku tidak mengerti." Dengan kerut-kening karena jawaban Ayahnya membuatnya tercenung rasa penasaran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayahnya hanya tersenyum, lalu dibelainya rambut anak wanita itu, terus menepuk-nepuk bahunya, kemudian Ayahnya mengatakan : "Anakku, kamu memang belum mengerti tentang Laki-laki." Demikian bisik Ayahnya, yang membuat anak wanita itu tambah kebingungan. &lt;br /&gt;Karena penasaran, kemudian anak wanita itu menghampiri Ibunya lalu bertanya kepada Ibunya : "Ibu, mengapa wajah Ayah jadi berkerut-merut dan badannya kian hari kian terbungkuk? Dan sepertinya Ayah menjadi demikian tanpa ada keluhan dan rasa sakit?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibunya menjawab : "Anakku, jika seorang Laki-laki yang benar-benar bertanggung-jawab terhadap keluarga itu memang akan demikian." Hanya itu jawaban sang Ibu. Anak wanita itupun kemudian tumbuh menjadi dewasa, tetapi dia tetap saja penasaran, mengapa wajah Ayahnya yang tadinya tampan menjadi berkerut-merut dan badannya menjadi terbungkuk-bungkuk? &lt;br /&gt;Hingga pada suatu malam, anak wanita itu bermimpi. Di dalam impian itu seolah-olah dia mendengar suara yang sangat lembut, namun jelas sekali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan kata-kata yang terdengar dengan jelas itu ternyata suatu rangkaian kalimat sebagai jawaban rasa penasarannya selama ini.&lt;br /&gt;"Saat Ku-ciptakan Laki-laki, aku membuatnya sebagai pemimpin keluarga serta&lt;br /&gt;sebagai tiang penyangga dari bangunan keluarga, dia senantiasa akan berusaha&lt;br /&gt;untuk menahan setiap ujungnya, agar keluarganya merasa aman, teduh dan terlindungi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ku-ciptakan bahunya yang kekar dan berotot untuk membanting-tulang menghidupi seluruh keluarganya dan kegagahannya harus cukup kuat pula untuk melindungi seluruh keluarganya." &lt;br /&gt;"Ku-berikan kemauan padanya agar selalu berusaha mencari sesuap nasi yang berasal dari tetes keringatnya sendiri yang halal dan bersih, agar keluarganya tidak terlantar, walaupun seringkali dia mendapat cercaan dari anak-anaknya." &lt;br /&gt;"Ku-berikan keperkasaan dan mental baja yang akan membuat dirinya pantang menyerah, demi keluarganya dia merelakan kulitnya tersengat panasnya matahari, demi keluarganya dia merelakan badannya berbasah kuyup kedinginan karena tersiram hujan dan dihembus angin, dia relakan tenaga perkasanya terkuras demi keluarganya, dan yang selalu dia ingat, adalah disaat semua orang menanti kedatangannya dengan mengharapkan hasil dari &lt;br /&gt;jerih-payahnya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kuberikan kesabaran, ketekunan serta keuletan yang akan membuat dirinya selalu berusaha merawat dan membimbing keluarganya tanpa adanya keluh kesah, walaupun disetiap perjalanan hidupnya keletihan dan kesakitan kerapkali menyerangnya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ku-berikan perasaan keras dan gigih untuk berusaha berjuang demi mencintai dan mengasihi keluarganya, didalam kondisi dan situasi apapun juga, walaupun tidaklah jarang anak-anaknya melukai perasaannya, melukai hatinya.&lt;br /&gt;Padahal perasaannya itu pula yang telah memberikan perlindungan rasa aman pada saat dimana anak-anaknya tertidur lelap. Serta sentuhan perasaannya itulah yang memberikan kenyamanan bila saat dia sedang menepuk-nepuk bahu anak-anaknya agar selalu saling menyayangi dan saling mengasihi sesama saudara."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ku-berikan kebijaksanaan dan kemampuan padanya untuk memberikan pengertian dan kesadaran terhadap anak-anaknya tentang saat kini dan saat mendatang, walaupun seringkali ditentang bahkan dilecehkan oleh anak-anaknya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ku-berikan kebijaksanaan dan kemampuan padanya untuk memberikan pengetahuan dan menyadarkan, bahwa Isteri yang baik adalah Isteri yang setia terhadap Suaminya, Isteri yang baik adalah Isteri yang senantiasa menemani, dan bersama-sama menghadapi perjalanan hidup baik suka maupun duka, walaupun seringkali kebijaksanaannya itu akan menguji setiap kesetiaan yang diberikan kepada Isteri, agar tetap berdiri, bertahan, sejajar dan saling melengkapi serta saling menyayangi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ku-berikan kerutan diwajahnya agar menjadi bukti, bahwa Laki-laki itu senantiasa berusaha sekuat daya pikirnya untuk mencari dan menemukan cara agar keluarganya bisa hidup didalam keluarga bahagia dan badannya yang terbungkuk agar dapat membuktikan, bahwa sebagai Laki-laki yang bertanggung jawab terhadap seluruh keluarganya, senantiasa berusaha mencurahkan sekuat tenaga serta segenap perasaannya, kekuatannya, keuletannya demi kelangsungan hidup keluarganya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ku-berikan kepada Laki-laki tanggung-jawab penuh sebagai pemimpin keluarga, sebagai tiang penyangga, agar dapat dipergunakan dengan sebaik-baiknya. Dan hanya inilah kelebihan yang dimiliki oleh Laki-laki, walaupun sebenarnya tanggung-jawab ini adalah amanah di dunia."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terbangun anak wanita itu, dan segera dia berlari, berlutut dan berdoa hingga menjelang subuh. Setelah itu dia hampiri kamar Ayahnya yang sedang berdoa, ketika Ayahnya berdiri anak wanita itu merengkuh dan mencium telapak tangan Ayahnya. "Aku mendengar dan merasakan bebanmu, Ayah."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9917116-111942523240710505?l=kumis-kucing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumis-kucing.blogspot.com/feeds/111942523240710505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9917116&amp;postID=111942523240710505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9917116/posts/default/111942523240710505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9917116/posts/default/111942523240710505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumis-kucing.blogspot.com/2005/06/hati-seorang-ayah.html' title='Hati Seorang Ayah'/><author><name>Kumis Kucing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622892142933428478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/lethavi/kucing7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9917116.post-111874226276512783</id><published>2005-06-14T15:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T16:49:53.196+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays</title><content type='html'>Birthdays.... it sounds happy and exciting.. Well, I remember, as a child, I used to love birthdays. I couldn't wait for it to come. It was the time when I could get what I want, in the form of gifts, flowers, .. you name it. Then my parents used to throw a party, anywhere I want, ... restaurants, cafes, or just at home. I just loved the hustle and bustle of birthday party. Inviting friends, cutting delicious creamy cakes, preparing baloons, colorful hats, and of course, buying pretty dress for the cute birthday girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, the moment that I've waited the most was the candle blowing. When all eyes were focused on me. I admitted that maybe somehow deep down inside I just loved being the center of all attention. It's good that I'm not like that now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the last word that I love is, of course, birthday. To me, at this age, having another birthday means getting older, along with the burden of having to act maturely. At certain age, people will look at you strangely when you don't behave proportionately. Oh well, I guess being old is already a burden for me already. Although I never try hard enough to stay young, thank God, my friends say that I have a baby-face look... meaning I'm not as old as I look. Don't laugh, ... I know you're about to do it. Frankly, I don't like it either. I hate it when people thought that I was 5 or 7 years younger than my actual age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my experience, in the work place, people often hope to see older, mature women, otherwise they just give you a big smile and leave. You don't get a second look. So you'd better dress up, hoping to look at least two-years older, and maybe put heavy make-ups before you leave home. This is a very hard thing to do. The fact that I have to dress up sometimes become a hindrance as I want to be comfortable and be who I am. I just want people to accept me as who I am. I guess that's very hard, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could work at home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, in my experience, age doesn't come along with maturity. I've met some people, who aged enough to be called responsible matured adults, but don't behave like ones. Pretty disappointing, isn't it? I hope I don't see them often.. I'd rather meet someone who is young but full of dignity, bravery and hope, than older mates who aren't strong enough to face failures in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I certainly don't want to be the latter. And I don't want to be old. I want to stay young in heart, and not be afraid of having another birthday... and another... and another..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9917116-111874226276512783?l=kumis-kucing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumis-kucing.blogspot.com/feeds/111874226276512783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9917116&amp;postID=111874226276512783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9917116/posts/default/111874226276512783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9917116/posts/default/111874226276512783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumis-kucing.blogspot.com/2005/06/birthdays.html' title='Birthdays'/><author><name>Kumis Kucing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622892142933428478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/lethavi/kucing7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9917116.post-111804186845178658</id><published>2005-06-06T13:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T14:11:08.460+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunion</title><content type='html'>Last friday I had lunch with an old friend, a friend once studying together at Uni. At first I was a bit scared, ... a bit afraid if I don't recognize him anymore, or scared if he was someone that I no longer recognize all together.. However, once I met him, it turned out to be quite fun. The things that frighten me have all gone.. It was a nice lunch after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was funny the way we often have feelings of reluctance and hesitation when it comes to a reunion. The thing is, we often change a lot, or we don't change at all... the fact that often disturbs us, as we often want ourselves to be someone else, instead of ourselves. Sometimes we scared if we look older, or younger than we often should. Maybe we just don't have enough self confidence to deal with our looks... or perhaps the problems are larger than looks, .. concerning more to our personality. We're often afraid if our friend hates our attitudes. Isn't that ridiculous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I was often reluctant to go to wedding invitations thrown by our friends back in Uni, as I was afraid if my body would look amazingly huge in 'kebaya' that I used to wear to weddings about a year ago.  In these times I wonder, where all my self confidence has left me? Well, compare to those young-aged girls standing in the sides of the opening door, I would feel ... terrible, I should say.  Although, my beloved husband would say that I was very beautiful and perfect. Maybe for him. But, often, not for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, lately I'm trying to refill my confidence, by saying to myself, .. that no matter what, every human being has his or her own uniqueness and capability that others do not have. In fact, others love you because you are different and unique. Often, physical becomes subordinate to mentality.... So tell me, what should I feel low for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the most important thing is self confidence. Be myself. Be your own self. Don't be another human being you'd love to be. Don't even try. Your husband will know. Your old friend will recognize that. And it would ruin any reunion which should have been fun in the first place... And remember, you are unique. Your friends love you for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9917116-111804186845178658?l=kumis-kucing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumis-kucing.blogspot.com/feeds/111804186845178658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9917116&amp;postID=111804186845178658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9917116/posts/default/111804186845178658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9917116/posts/default/111804186845178658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumis-kucing.blogspot.com/2005/06/reunion.html' title='Reunion'/><author><name>Kumis Kucing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622892142933428478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/lethavi/kucing7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9917116.post-111501430881837094</id><published>2005-05-02T13:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T10:24:42.830+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kawasan Pecinan Semarang - Kota Tua yang Kehilangan Jiwa</title><content type='html'>KAWASAN pecinan Semarang memang belum seperti “Kya-Kya” di kawasan Kembang Jepun, Surabaya, yang pada tahun 2002 sengaja ditata sebagai pusat wisata makanan. Namun, tak dapat dimungkiri bahwa di tengah kepadatan rumah dan bangunan tuanya, kawasan pecinan Semarang menyimpan sejuta kisah kejayaan dan potensi wisata yang menjanjikan. Kawasan pecinan Semarang ini berada di tengah kota, sekitar 1 km arah selatan dari lokasi situs Kota Lama Semarang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GANG Lombok hanya satu contoh. Nama jalan kecil di kawasan pecinan Semarang ini sudah dikenal semua orang, baik dalam negeri maupun luar negeri. &lt;div class="post"&gt;&lt;div class="storycontent"&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Dahulu kawasan ini ramai dikunjungi orang, entah untuk beribadat di Kelenteng Tay Kak Sie atau sekadar menikmati penganan khas yang dijajakan di sekitar klenteng, yaitu lunpia Gang Lombok yang lokasi berdagangnya dekat dengan kelenteng tersebut. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/lethavi/klenteng-tai-kak-sie-kecil.jpg" align="middle" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Saya ingat betul, ketika saya masih kecil, banyak orang datang ke Kelenteng Tay Kak Sie, bukan hanya warga Tionghoa yang datang. Orang Belanda juga kerap datang ke tempat itu. Sayangnya, sejak rezim Soeharto berkuasa, segala bentuk kegiatan peribadatan di kelenteng itu dilarang. Akibatnya para penjual makanan banyak yang pindah dan menutup usahanya,” tutur A Siang (50), pengelola Toko Emas Naga Mas dan makanan tiong jioe pia Kiem Liong di Gang Pinggir. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Pada masa rezim Orde Baru, kehidupan masyarakat pecinan Semarang, khususnya warga Tionghoa, mengalami masa-masa kehidupan yang tidak mengenakkan. Mereka dilarang menjalankan peribadatan secara terbuka di kelenteng. Selain itu, rumah dan bangunan khas China milik warga di kawasan tersebut juga harus diubah. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yenny Sujana (45), pemilik Toko Pia Cap Bayi (Tjiang Goan) di Gang Besen, menyebutkan perubahan bentuk bangunan di kawasan pecinan dilakukan oleh pemerintah kota setempat pada tahun 1968. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Dahulu, di sepanjang jalan Gang Pinggir dan Gang Besen, banyak ditemukan rumah- rumah pengusaha kaya Tionghoa, dengan pintu jati berukir naga dan tulisan-tulisan China. Sementara, bagian atas atap rumahnya juga masih tradisional Tiongkok,” ungkap Yenny. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Penuturan senada juga diungkapkan Tan Bie Gian (56), yang pernah menghabiskan masa kecilnya di kawasan pecinan. Tan menyatakan, terdapat dua rumah bersejarah milik konglomerat kaya Tionghoa pada masa itu, yaitu Be Ing Tjoe di Kebon Dalem dan Tan Tiang Tjhing di Gedong Goelo. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sayangnya, kedua bangunan dengan arsitektur Tiongkok ini sudah tidak ada lagi. Situs Kebon Dalem saat ini sudah berubah menjadi bangunan sekolah dan gereja Katolik, sedangkan Gedong Goelo telah beralih fungsi sebagai Balai Pengobatan Umum Kapuran. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;SAAT ini wajah kawasan pecinan Semarang tak ubahnya kota tua yang kehilangan jiwa, kehilangan napas kehidupannya. Bangunan-bangunan tua dan tidak terawat berada di sepanjang Jalan Petudungan, Gang Warung, dan Gang Lombok. Sementara, sejumlah bangunan modern bertingkat mulai memenuhi Jalan Wotgandul Timur, Gang Pinggir, Gang Besen, dan Jagalan. Bangunan-bangunan modern dan mewah sekarang justru seperti berebut tempat sehingga mendesak dan mengimpit bangunan dan rumah-rumah tua di kawasan. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Wajah bangunan dan rumah di kawasan pecinan jelas terlihat dari ciri fisiknya yang rata-rata berupa bangunan berlantai dua. Lantai satu umumnya dipakai sebagai tempat usaha, sedangkan lantai dua sebagai tempat tinggal. Ciri khas lainnya, sebagian besar bagian depan bangunan itu dipasangi terali dan pagar besi, bukti fisik yang memperlihatkan kekhawatiran warga Tionghoa terhadap aksi kekerasan dan perusakan tempat usaha mereka di masa lampau. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Wajah bangunan di kawasan pecinan sekarang ini sudah berbeda jauh dengan gambaran pecinan di zaman kolonial Belanda yang memiliki ciri khas oriental. Jika ingin mengembalikan seperti dulu, rasanya kok sia-sia saja,” tutur Yenny. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Kusam dan kumuhnya bangunan di kawasan pecinan Semarang ini telah menggugah sekelompok warga yang tergabung dalam Komunitas Pecinan Indonesia (Kopi) Semawis untuk merevitalisasi kawasan tersebut dengan tujuan sebagai kawasan wisata. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Kopi Semawis pada awal tahun ini menyelenggarakan Pasar Imlek sebagai salah satu upaya menghidupkan kembali pesona kejayaan yang pernah dimiliki salah satu kawasan tertua di Kota Semarang ini. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Awalnya, kawasan pecinan merupakan salah satu kawasan budaya di Kota Semarang di samping Kota Lama yang akan dipreservasi. Namun, upaya preservasi tanpa ada aktivitas bisnis yang menghidupi tidak akan ada artinya. Itu sebabnya kami mengupayakan agar ada aktivitas bisnis di kawasan tersebut untuk lebih menghidupkan suasana pecinan di waktu malam,” ujar Harjanto Halim (35), Ketua Kopi Semawis. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Persoalan yang sama terungkap dalam diskusi Revitalisasi Kawasan Pecinan Kota Semarang yang diselenggarakan Kompas, 25 Agustus lalu. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Widya Wijayanti, arsitek dan konseptor revitalisasi kawasan pecinan Semarang, memaparkan, upaya yang dilakukan oleh Kopi Semawis bertujuan untuk menghidupkan kawasan pecinan sebagai kawasan wisata, bukan mengabadikan kekusaman ataupun keusangan. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Widya mengakui upaya ini bukan “proyek Bandung Bondowoso” yang mampu menyulap kawasan pecinan menjadi cantik dalam waktu singkat. Banyak warga Tionghoa yang belum paham atas rencana revitalisasi ini masih menanggapinya dengan hati-hati karena persoalan sejarah masa lalu. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Budi Widianarko, guru besar Unika Soegijapranata, salah satu pembicara diskusi, mengingatkan upaya revitalisasi pecinan itu harus melihat pula selling point-nya (nilai jual), misalnya menjadikannya sebagai tempat wisata makanan, kuliner. Kawasan pecinan di Kota Semarang dapat memiliki selling point karena wilayah ini termasuk permukiman Tionghoa yang tertua di Indonesia. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Pada siang hari sejumlah jalan di kawasan pecinan merupakan sentra bisnis yang cukup ramai dan sibuk, seperti di Jalan Kranggan sebagai pusat penjualan kain dan perhiasan. Selain Jalan Kranggan, masih ada Gang Beteng, Gang Pinggir, dan Gang Besen, yang juga ramai di waktu siang, tetapi cukup sepi dan lengang di waktu malam. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Nah, mengapa suasana malam hari yang lengang ini tidak dimanfaatkan oleh pemerintah untuk menghidupkan kawasan pecinan sebagai tujuan wisata kuliner yang murah meriah ? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Upaya revitalisasi yang diajukan oleh Kopi Semawis untuk menghidupkan kembali kawasan pecinan tidaklah semulus yang dibayangkan. Pro dan kontra mengiringi proses perubahan yang sedang dijalankan. Namun, bagi Kopi Semawis, kontroversi seputar revitalisasi ini dianggap sebagai bagian dari proses pembelajaran dan perubahan komunitas pecinan Semarang. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Revitalisasi ini bertujuan untuk mendorong semua orang agar bisa memanfaatkan sisi khas pecinan. Kekhasan dan keterbukaan terhadap etnis Tionghoa di masa inilah yang harusnya dimanfaatkan warga di kawasan pecinan. Bayangkan jika kawasan ini menjadi kawasan wisata, bukan tidak mungkin akan menjadi ladang usaha warga Semarang, khususnya para pemukim di kawasan ini,” papar Harjanto. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Adanya kekhawatiran dan ketakutan akan terulangnya kembali diskriminasi rasial terhadap masyarakat etnis Tionghoa Indonesia diakui Harjanto memang masih menjadi trauma bagi sementara warga Tionghoa yang tinggal di kawasan itu. Namun, ia menekankan adanya kesempatan yang diberikan Pemerintah Indonesia di era reformasi ini perlu disikapi secara bijak dan positif oleh warga Tionghoa di pecinan Semarang. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Pada dasarnya, revitalisasi bagi Kopi Semawis juga merupakan jalan untuk mengajak masyarakat pecinan, khususnya warga Tionghoa, agar berpikir maju ke depan, dan bukan untuk bersikap apriori terhadap keterbukaan yang ada saat ini. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Sebagian warga Tionghoa di kawasan ini memang berpikir bahwa (jangan-jangan) situasi semacam ini hanya berlangsung sementara. Nantinya, ketika terjadi perubahan haluan politik, bisa-bisa kondisi semasa Orba akan terulang kembali. Tetapi, sekali lagi, perubahan zaman seperti itu tidak bisa diperkirakan. Yang terpenting adanya kesempatan yang dapat dimanfaatkan untuk perbaikan kehidupan warga pecinan, baik bagi warga Tionghoa maupun non-Tionghoa,” ujar Harjanto. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Adanya anggapan masyarakat pecinan bahwa mereka hanya akan menjadi “obyek tontonan” bila daerah ini dijadikan daerah tujuan wisata, Harjanto meminta semua pihak berpikir realistis. Bagi Kopi Semawis, katanya, tujuan wisatawan datang ke pecinan lebih karena terkenalnya kawasan itu sebagai pusat makanan khas oriental maupun tradisional di waktu malam. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Selain makanan, di kawasan ini para wisatawan juga dapat mengagumi indahnya bangunan kelenteng dan tradisi perayaan pemeluk Kong Hu Cu. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Menurut dia, hal yang justru perlu diciptakan masyarakat adalah bisnis yang sesuai dengan lingkungan di tempat itu dan dapat menghidupi kawasan tersebut. Misalnya bisnis konsultasi fengsui, potong rambut tradisional China, suvenir, dan makanan khas China. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Pelestarian tradisi semacam perayaan Sam Poo Besar dan Tiong Djiu juga dapat dikemas menjadi event wisata yang menarik. Di samping itu, kesenian semacam Wayang Potehi dan Gambang Semarang bisa dikemas dengan tampilan yang disesuaikan dengan kondisi zamannya. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Pengembangan kawasan pecinan Semarang sebagai kawasan wisata bukanlah sesuatu yang tidak mungkin dapat diwujudkan. Sejumlah potensi wisata di kawasan itu dapat digarap, seperti wisata budaya dengan tawaran sembilan kelentengnya yang berusia ratusan tahun. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Belum lagi makanan khas yang diproduksi di kawasan ini. Ada lunpia Gang Lombok, kue pia Cap Bayi yang juga menawarkan kue bulan Suku Hokkian, kue bulan Suku Kanton dengan merek Kiem Liong. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ada pula Warung Makan Pak Ndut, Sate Kambing Guci dan Kapuran, Sate Babi Nyonya Gunung, Rumah Makan Permata Merah yang sudah berusia satu abad, Es Marem Gang Baru, dan Soto Bonkarang, pasti mampu menggoda lidah siapa saja untuk datang mencicipinya sembari menikmati suasana khas permukiman Tionghoa. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Upaya merevitalisasi kawasan pecinan Kota Semarang didukung penuh oleh Wakil Gubernur Jawa Tengah Ali Mufiz. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;“Kawasan pecinan merupakan habitat yang saya sukai karena saya termasuk orang yang lahir di kawasan pecinan di Jepara. Kalau wayang dijadikan pusaka dunia, mengapa kawasan pecinan tidak kita jadikan pusaka nasional?” ujar Ali Mufiz. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Di banyak kota di dunia, kawasan pecinan yang umumnya berlokasi di kota lama atau kota tua memang menjadi salah satu daya tarik wisata yang mampu mendulang devisa. (J03/KSP) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sumber: Harian Kompas, Jumat, 03 September 2004 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9917116-111501430881837094?l=kumis-kucing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumis-kucing.blogspot.com/feeds/111501430881837094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9917116&amp;postID=111501430881837094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9917116/posts/default/111501430881837094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9917116/posts/default/111501430881837094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumis-kucing.blogspot.com/2005/05/kawasan-pecinan-semarang-kota-tua-yang.html' title='Kawasan Pecinan Semarang - Kota Tua yang Kehilangan Jiwa'/><author><name>Kumis Kucing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622892142933428478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/lethavi/kucing7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9917116.post-111320813686688295</id><published>2005-04-11T15:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T15:28:56.873+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kawasan Menteng Masih Asyik “Dikeceng”</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;SEBUAH bunga teratai berwarna putih, mekar di tengah kolam yang airnya tak terlalu jernih. Di atas daunnya yang hijau dan lebar, hinggap seekor katak kecil. Lama tak bergerak, seolah-olah katak kecil itu sedang melihat ikan emas yang sedang menggerak-gerak lincah di tengah kolam. Suasana sekitarnya sangat nyaman. Angin berhembus sepoi, sedangkan pohon-pohon yang di sekitarnya memberi kesan asri dan keteduhan. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Suasana indah dan nyaman seperti ini, bukan terdapat dalam dongeng. Bukan pula terdapat di tengah hutan nun jauh di &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;sana&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, tetapi terdapat di tengah Kota Jakarta. Tepatnya di Situ Lembang, tak jauh dari Jalan Imam Bonjol, kawasan Menteng. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Kawasan Menteng yang dibangun pemerintah kolonial Belanda mulai tahun 1920, memang dari dulu hingga sekarang tetap asri seperti ini. Suasananya lingkungannya yang tertata rapi, jalan-jalannya yang lebar dan beraspal mulus serta pohon-pohonnya yang rindang, membuat Menteng semakin mentereng di tengah hiruk-pikuknya Kota Jakarta. Tidak heran jika Menteng banyak dikeceng (dilirik) berbagai kalangan, mulai dari pejabat negara hingga pengusaha terkemuka. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Seolah gengsi dan status sosial mereka terangkat jika tinggal di kawasan yang dulunya untuk hunian orang Eropa dan pribumi kalangan atas ini. Apalagi, Menteng yang luasnya sekitar 607 hektar, letaknya sangat strategis hanya “selangkah” dari pusat pemerintahan Jakarta maupun pusat pemerintahan negara. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Banyak kalangan berlomba-lomba mendapatkan rumah di kawasan ini. Uang dalam hitungan ratusan juta hingga milyar rupiah yang bagi masyarakat lain sangat berharga, tak bakalan laku untuk mendapatkan rumah di kawasan ini. Bahkan uang Rp 2 milyar-Rp 3 milyar yang jumlahnya bagi sebagian orang sangat luar biasa, untung-untungan jika bisa mendapatkan rumah di kawasan paling elite ini. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;“Rumah ini sudah ditawar Rp 5,5 milyar, tetapi tidak saya lepaskan karena sekitar dua atau tiga tahun mendatang, harganya pasti lebih tinggi lagi,” kata seorang pemilik rumah di Jalan Sumenep yang rumahnya masih asli dan tergolong “sederhana” untuk kawasan Menteng. Atapnya genteng biasa, dinding bawahnya batu kali sedangkan pintu dan jendelanya dihiasi kaca patri. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;BAGI sebagian orang yang sudah berhasil mendapatkan rumah di kawasan elite Menteng, tidak selamanya mempertahankan rumah sesuai bentuk aslinya. Sebagian besar justru merombak rumah sesuai selera hatinya tanpa memperhatikan estetika bangunan dan keserasian dengan lingkungan Menteng yang awalnya dirancang sebagai &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;kota&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; taman yang asri. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Tengoklah rumah-rumah bertingkat di Jalan Imam Bonjol, Tengku Umar maupun Jalan Diponegoro. Rumah yang dulunya bergaya tradisional barat dan art deco ini, kini sudah berubah wujud menjadi rumah-rumah bergaya modern. Bahkan halaman luas yang terdapat di bagian belakang dan depan rumah, dihabiskan untuk garasi atau bangunan tambahan. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Pemandangan serupa terlihat di rumah-rumah berukuran sedang yang luas tanahnya sekitar 500-800 meter persegi seperti terlihat di Jalan H Agus Salim, Theresia, atau Jalan Sam Ratulangi. Arsitektur rumah di kawasan tersebut sudah tidak karu-karuan dan sama sekali tidak memperhatikan aspek keserasian lingkungan.&lt;br /&gt;Rumah yang luasnya lebih kecil, seperti terlihat di Jalan Indramayu, Sumenep, Tasikmalaya, Pekalongan, dan Jalan Kusumaatmaja, kondisinya sama saja. Bangunan dirombak total dan diberi cat meriah supaya terkesan modern, tetapi yang muncul justru kesan norak dan ingin mencari perhatian. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Selain mengubah bentuk bangunan, beberapa pemilik rumah sengaja mengubah fungsi lahan menjadi pertokoan atau perkantoran, Akibatnya, Menteng yang pada awal pembangunannya ditujukan untuk kawasan hunian-taman, kini sudah tak beraturan dan bercampur antara pemukiman dengan pusat pertokoan, jasa maupun perkantoran. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Tengoklah Jalan Diponegoro yang dulu pepohonannya sangat rindang, asri dan jalanannya lengang sehingga disebut &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;Oranje   Boulevard&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt; atau Jalan Imam Bonjol yang bernama &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;Nassau Boulevard&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt;. Kawasan yang banyak dihuni pejabat tinggi negara dan gedung kedutaan asing ini, kini nasibnya tak karuan karena beberapa bank pemerintah dan swasta bermunculan di &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;sana&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Begitu juga Jalan HOS Cokroaminoto yang dulunya bernama Javaweg yang begitu tenang dan hijau. Kini kawasan jalan tersebut hiruk-pikuk sepanjang hari oleh lalu lintas yang padat, ramai oleh berbagai bangunan komersial. Bangunan unik di sudut Jalan HOS Cokroaminto dan Jalan Sidoarjo, kini sudah musnah digantikan bangunan bank-bank swasta dan pertokoan.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Nasib serupa dialami jalan-jalan yang dulunya sangat asri seperti Jalan Surabaya, Jalan Sunda, Jalan Irian, dan Jalan Timor. Di sepanjang jalan tersebut kini sudah muncul pertokoan, perkantoran, dan bahkan kios barang loakan. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;PERUBAHAN fungsi lahan di kawasan Menteng, tentu saja bukan hanya ulah penghuninya. Dukungan aparat birokrasi yang korup dan pengusaha yang ingin meneguk keuntungan finansial sebanyak-banyaknya dengan tidak memperhatikan aspek kelestarian lingkungan. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;“Lebih parah lagi, aparat birokrasi tidak berupaya untuk menegakkan peraturan yang ada,” kata Suryono Herlambang, dosen Jurusan Planologi dan Arsitektur Universitas Tarumanegara Jakarta seraya menunjuk Surat Keputusan Gubernur DKI Jakarta Bd.3/24/19/ 72 dan SK 203/1977 tentang larangan penggunaan rumah tempat tinggal untuk kantor atau tempat usaha. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Bagi sebagian pemilik rumah, perubahan fungsi lahan dari tempat tinggal menjadi perkantoran atau pertokoan merupakan pilihan yang tak terhindarkan. Pensiunan pegawai negeri yang banyak mendiami kawasan Menteng, tidak bakalan sanggup membayar Pajak Bumi dan Bangunan (PBB) kawasan Menteng yang saat ini sangat tinggi. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;“Bayangkan saja, PBB yang harus saya bayar sekitar Rp 20,2 juta tahun ini,” kata seorang mantan pejabat tinggi jaman Orde Lama yang tinggal di kawasan Menteng. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Pensiunan pegawai negeri yang kesulitan mendapatkan uang dan tidak mendapat kiriman dana dari anak-menantunya, akhirnya menyewakan rumahnya untuk kegiatan usaha atau perkantoran. Sebagian yang lain, nekad menjual rumahnya dan kemudian rumah tersebut oleh pemilik baru dipermak sesuka hatinya.&lt;br /&gt;“Memang sih tidak boleh, tetapi cing-cai-lah dengan pejabat Pemda. Pasti bisa,” kata Rizaldi Azmi (23) mahasiswa yang orang tuanya tinggal di Jalan Cik Ditiro, Menteng. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Sementara itu bagi pengelola perkantoran, menyewa rumah tinggal di kawasan Menteng dan kemudian disulap menjadi perkantoran, jauh lebih irit dibandingkan menyewa tempat di gedung bertingkat Jalan MH Thamrin atau Jalan Jenderal Sudirman. Tarif sewa di gedung bertingkat tersebut, hitung-hitungannya dollar AS dan tarifnya sekitar 8-15 dollar AS per meter persegi setiap bulan. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Jika dikalkulasi secara sederhana, tarif sewa di gedung bertingkat tersebut jatuhnya sekitar Rp 80 juta setiap bulan. Sedangkan sewa rumah di kawasan Menteng yang lokasinya tidak jauh dari Thamrin, untuk luas lantai yang hampir sama, cuma Rp 150 juta setiap tahun belum termasuk listrik dan air. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;“Bagaimana pun tentu lebih murah jika menyewa rumah untuk dijadikan perkantoran. Soal pejabat Pemda yang datang ke sini untuk melihat perizinan, bisalah diselesaikan secara damai,” kata seorang pimpinan perusahaan asuransi yang mengendalikan kegiatan usahanya dari “kantor” di kawasan Menteng. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Tidak heran karena membuka usaha dan perkantoran di kawasan Menteng lebih menguntungkan, perubahan fungsi lahan di kawasan tersebut semakin gila-gilaan. Sampai akhir tahun 2000, tercatat 327 rumah yang berubah fungsi menjadi tempat kegiatan usaha dan perkantoran. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Gubernur DKI Jakarta, Sutiyoso, berjanji akan menertibkan bentuk-bentuk pelanggaran seperti ini. Namun, seperti para pendahulunya, janji ini tidak pernah terbukti. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Padahal seperti dikatakan planolog Suryono Herlambang, untuk menertibkan kawasan Menteng diperlukan peraturan yang jelas, sanksi hukum yang keras serta sikap aparat birokrasi yang tegas. Tanpa sikap tegas aparat, maka kawasan Menteng akan menjadi tidak karuan seperti sekarang ini. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Meskipun tidak karuan, kawasan Menteng nyatanya tetap saja diminati banyak kalangan mulai dari pejabat hingga pengusaha yang kelebihan uang. Menteng yang mentereng, tetapi saja dikeceng. (thy) &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Sumber: Harian Kompas, Jumat, 22 Juni 2001&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9917116-111320813686688295?l=kumis-kucing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumis-kucing.blogspot.com/feeds/111320813686688295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9917116&amp;postID=111320813686688295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9917116/posts/default/111320813686688295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9917116/posts/default/111320813686688295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumis-kucing.blogspot.com/2005/04/kawasan-menteng-masih-asyik-dikeceng.html' title='Kawasan Menteng Masih Asyik “Dikeceng”'/><author><name>Kumis Kucing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622892142933428478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/lethavi/kucing7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9917116.post-111319219768537411</id><published>2005-04-04T08:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T11:26:48.406+07:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Divorce Me, Carry Me Out in Your Arms!</title><content type='html'>(A Chinese story)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. The bridal car stopped in front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I carry her out of the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home. She was then plump and shy. I was a strong and happy bridegroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the scene of ten years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following days were as simple as a cup of pure water: we had a kid, I went into business and tried to make more money. When the assets were steadily increasing, the affections between us seemed to ebb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was a civil servant. Every morning we left home together and got home almost at the same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding school. Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy. But the calm life was more likely to be affected by unpredictable changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dew came into my life. It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Dew hugged me from behind. My heart once again was immersed in her stream of love.&lt;br /&gt;This was the apartment I bought for her. Dew said, You are the kind of man who best draws girls eyeballs. Her words suddenly reminded me of my wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we just married, my wife said, Men like you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls. Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayed my wife.&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn’t help doing so. I moved Dew's hands aside and said, You go to select some furniture, O.K.? I’ve got something to do in the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously she was unhappy, because I had promised her to go and see with her. At the moment, the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used to be something impossible to me. However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No matter how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt. Honestly, she was a good wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every evening she was busy preparing dinner. I was sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready soon. Then we watched TV together. Or, I was lounging before the computer, visualizing Dews body. This was the means of my entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I said to her in a slight joking way, suppose we divorce, what will you do? She stared at me for a few seconds without a word. Apparently she believed that divorce was something too far away from her. I couldn’t imagine how she would react once she got to know I was serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my wife went to my office, Dew had just stepped out. Almost all the staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and tried to hide something while talking with her. She seemed to have got some hint. She gently smiled at my subordinates. But I read some hurt in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, Dew said to me, He Ning, divorce her, O.K.? Then we live together. I nodded.&lt;br /&gt;I knew I could not hesitate any more. When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. I’ve got something to tell you, I said. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want to divorce. I raised a serious topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be much annoyed&lt;br /&gt;by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;I avoided her question. This so-called answer turned her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer, because my heart had gone to Dew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. I felt a pain in my heart. The woman who had been living ten years with me would become a stranger one day. But I could not take back what I had said.&lt;br /&gt;Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had stressed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A late night, I came back home after entertaining my clients. I saw her writing something at the table. I fell asleep fast. When I woke up, I found she was still there. I turned over and was asleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She brought up her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but I was supposed to give her one month s time before divorce, and in the month's time we must live as normal life as possible. Her reason was simple: our son would finish his summer vacation a month later and she didn’t want him to see our marriage was broken. She passed me the agreement she drafted, and then asked me, He Ning, do you still remember how I entered our bridal room on the wedding day?&lt;br /&gt;This question suddenly brought back all those wonderful memories to me. I nodded and said, I remember.&lt;br /&gt;You carried me in your arms, she continued, so, I have a requirement, that is, you carry me out in your arms on the day when we divorce. From now to the end of this month, you must carry me out from the bedroom to the door every morning.&lt;br /&gt;I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed those sweet days and wished to end her marriage with a romantic form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Dew about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she does, she has to face the result of divorce, she said scornfully. Her words more or less made me feel uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. We even treated each other as a stranger. So when I carried her out for the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, Let us start from today, don t tell our son. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went to wait for bus, I drove to office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. We were so close that I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this intimate woman carefully for a long time. I found she was not young any more. There were some fine wrinkles on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the third day, she whispered to me, The outside garden is being demolished. Be careful when you pass there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed to feel that we were still an intimate couple and I was holding my sweetheart in my arms. The visualization of Dew became vaguer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me something, such as, where she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful while cooking, etc.&lt;br /&gt;I nodded. The sense of intimacy was even stronger. I didn’t tell Dew about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt it was easier to carry her. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. I said to her, It seems not difficult to carry you now. She was picking her dresses. I was waiting to carry her out. She tried and tried a few but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, All my dresses have grown fatter. I smiled. But I suddenly realized that it was because she was thinner that I could carry her more easily, not because I was stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew she had buried all the bitterness in her heart. Again, I felt a sense of pain. Subconsciously I reached out a hand to touch her head. Our son came in at the moment. Dad, it’s time to carry mum out, he said. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had been an essential part of his life. She gestured our son to come closer and hugged him tightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned my face because I was afraid I would change my mind at the last minute. I held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly, as if we came back to our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. She said, Actually I hope you will hold me in your arms until we are old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held her tightly and said, Both you and I didn’t notice that our life was lacking of such intimacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my decision. I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door. I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I won t divorce. I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me, astonished. The she touched my forehead. You got no fever, she said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I can only say sorry to you, I won’t divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of life, not because we didn’t love each other any more. Now I understand that since I carried her into the home, she gave birth to our child, I am supposed to hold her until I am old. So I have to say sorry to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into cry.&lt;br /&gt;I walked downstairs and drove to the office. When I passed the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet for my wife which was her favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The salesgirl asked me to write the greeting words on the card. I smiled and wrote, “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’ll carry you out every morning until we are old..&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A story from Eddie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9917116-111319219768537411?l=kumis-kucing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumis-kucing.blogspot.com/feeds/111319219768537411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9917116&amp;postID=111319219768537411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9917116/posts/default/111319219768537411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9917116/posts/default/111319219768537411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumis-kucing.blogspot.com/2005/04/when-you-divorce-me-carry-me-out-in.html' title='When You Divorce Me, Carry Me Out in Your Arms!'/><author><name>Kumis Kucing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622892142933428478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/lethavi/kucing7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9917116.post-111198288302764943</id><published>2005-03-28T11:08:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T11:08:03.026+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lelaki Sejati</title><content type='html'>Laki-laki Sejati bukanlah dilihat dari bahunya yang kekar,&lt;br /&gt;tetapi dari kasih sayangnya pada orang disekitarnya....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laki-laki sejati bukanlah dilihat dari suaranya yang lantang, tetapi dari kelembutannya mengatakan kebenaran.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laki-laki sejati bukanlah dilihat dari jumlah sahabat di sekitarnya, tetapi dari sikap bersahabatnya pada generasi muda bangsa &lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laki-laki sejati bukanlah dilihat dari bagaimana dia dihormati ditempat bekerja, tetapi bagaimana dia dihormati didalam rumah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laki-laki sejati bukanlah dilihat dari kerasnya pukulan, tetapi dari sikap bijaknya memahami persoalan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laki-laki sejati bukanlah dilihat dari dadanya yang bidang, tetapi dari hati yang ada dibalik itu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laki-laki sejati bukanlah dilihat dari banyaknya wanita yang memuja, tetapi komitmennya terhadap wanita yang dicintainya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laki-laki sejati bukanlah dilihat dari jumlah barbel yang dibebankan, tetapi dari tabahnya dia menghadapi lika-liku kehidupan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laki-laki Sejati bukanlah dilihat dari kerasnya membaca kitab suci, tetapi dari konsistennya dia menjalankan apa yang ia baca...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9917116-111198288302764943?l=kumis-kucing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumis-kucing.blogspot.com/feeds/111198288302764943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9917116&amp;postID=111198288302764943' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9917116/posts/default/111198288302764943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9917116/posts/default/111198288302764943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumis-kucing.blogspot.com/2005/03/lelaki-sejati.html' title='Lelaki Sejati'/><author><name>Kumis Kucing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622892142933428478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/lethavi/kucing7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9917116.post-111094645946501061</id><published>2005-03-16T11:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T11:34:48.436+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I fall in love?</title><content type='html'>I've got this from the net, and I thought it was a good article. So I keep it (edit it quite a bit) and share it with you,.. Hope it gives us new insights about the L word, LOVE.. &lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the real writer out there..., sorry for not knowing your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt; fall in love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a very common question, "How can I tell I'm in love?", but it is not an easy question to answer. What feels like love to one person may be nothing more than attraction to another. Some people fall in and out of love quickly and often while others are never really in love as much as they are in lust. This can get confusing when you are a teen because romantic love is a relatively new concept for you and you don't know what to expect. You are overwhelmed with all sorts of new feelings and social pressures. They are confusing. What is love? What makes you want a romantic relationship with one person and not another? How does your heart choose a partner? Why does love end? These questions can't be easily answered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most confusing quasi-love feelings is lust. Lust is a very powerful, very intense feeling of physical attraction toward another person. Lust is mainly sexual in nature - the attraction is superficial based on instant chemistry rather than genuine caring. Usually we lust after people we do not know well, people we still feel comfortable fantasizing about. It is very common for people to confuse lust for love. But why? What is it about lust and love that make them so easy to mix up? If lust is all about sex, how can a relationship without sex be about lust? &lt;br /&gt;Lust is about physical attraction and acting ONLY on physical attraction. Love is about much more than that. Yet many confuse an intense attraction for some sort if divine love. For teens, since feelings of attraction are still new and since pop-culture sells sex and love as one package, it is very easy to get the two mixed up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lust is clearly not love. Love is based on more than just physical attraction. Sure, attraction is a factor, but love goes deeper than that. Love is based on caring, friendship, commitment and trust. When you are in love it is as if you have your best most trusted friend at your side AND you feel physically attracted to them. It is the best of both worlds! Love is a shared feeling between two people who have a vested interest in one anothers happiness. Love is not about jealousy. It is not about conflict. It is not about testing. Love is a positive feeling. If it is tainted by mistrust, jealousy, insecurity or spitefulness it is not really love but merely a pale copy. Love is the total surrender of your heart to another person with the security of knowing they will treat it better than you will. Love should feel good. It should not feel bad. Love should make you want to be a better person, it should not lead you to do something self destructive. Love is not demanding of your spirit but lifts it and makes it glow. Love is a good thing. Anything less is lust, deep friendship or attraction. So the sappiness aside, the question remains, how can you tell you are in love? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no easy way to find the truth behind your feelings or the feelings of another person but there are some tell-tale signs that love is blooming (or growing deeper). If you agree with 7 of the following 9 statements you are probably in love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You know, because you have been told by your significant other, that your deep feelings are returned in kind. &lt;br /&gt;2. The object of your affections makes you feel special and good about yourself. &lt;br /&gt;3. If/when you feel jealous it is always fleeting; you trust your partner not to betray you or hurt your relationship. &lt;br /&gt;4. Nothing makes you feel as serene as when you and your partner are together. &lt;br /&gt;5. When you fight with your partner you usually make up within a few hours and you always agree that nothing is more important than you both being able to express your true feelings (even if they sometimes cause conflict). &lt;br /&gt;6. Your partner never asks you to choose between him/her and your loyalties to your family and friends - if you do choose him/her over them you always have a good reason and it is always YOUR decision, and your decision alone. &lt;br /&gt;7. Neither you or your partner feel the need to test the other's loyalties or feelings. &lt;br /&gt;8. You are more yourself when with your partner than you are with anybody else. &lt;br /&gt;9. If sex is part of your relationship it is by mutual desire and agreement without the slightest hint of commitment testing or persuasion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9917116-111094645946501061?l=kumis-kucing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumis-kucing.blogspot.com/feeds/111094645946501061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9917116&amp;postID=111094645946501061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9917116/posts/default/111094645946501061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9917116/posts/default/111094645946501061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumis-kucing.blogspot.com/2005/03/do-i-fall-in-love.html' title='Do I fall in love?'/><author><name>Kumis Kucing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622892142933428478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/lethavi/kucing7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9917116.post-110991979218515670</id><published>2005-03-06T13:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T15:57:05.910+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trams</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/lethavi/tramjakarta-tempodulu.jpg" align="centre" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that Jakarta once had trams as means of transportation? Most probably that you don't,.. coz you're mostly born after the termination of trams in 1962. The pict above shows the last tram in Jakarta passing over Kota Station in the Old City of &lt;a href="http://www.dki.go.id"&gt;Jakarta &lt;/a&gt;(well, it is called "old" now, but believe me, it wasn't old at the time). Electric trams started to operate in year 1899.. a proof that the Dutch had created some nice things after all, despite horrible stories of colonialism.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine if we had one of those trams today. Maybe we don't have to be stuck in traffic for hours, or feel worried if we can't get a cab to get home during rainy days. I think tram is one of the most efficient mode of transport ever! Well, not to mention (maybe) cable car, as it gives us great views while we travel as a bonus..&lt;br /&gt;I don't argue to the fact that trams are quiet slow, if compared to cars (in non-peak hours),.. Still, trams &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; contribute to air or noise pollution, and the result will be a fast, cheap and clean transport with a nice and clean environment as the background, and humane, as we all as a tax-payer deserve..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/lethavi/melbourne_tram.jpg" align="center" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above is one of the colorful trams in &lt;a href="http://www.melbourne.vic.gov.au"&gt;Melbourne&lt;/a&gt;, where I lived for 2 years,... the city where I fell in love for so many things, including its trams.. &lt;br /&gt;But I have to admit that I have two bad experiences riding in Melbourne's trams... they were... Getting FINED!! Well... I just rejected the idea of paying full for transportation to the government of Australia (I should have gotten the concession!!),.. while I was the one to be supported, as I was a student, and I'm also a citizen of poorest country in the world...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9917116-110991979218515670?l=kumis-kucing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumis-kucing.blogspot.com/feeds/110991979218515670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9917116&amp;postID=110991979218515670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9917116/posts/default/110991979218515670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9917116/posts/default/110991979218515670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumis-kucing.blogspot.com/2005/03/trams.html' title='Trams'/><author><name>Kumis Kucing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622892142933428478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/lethavi/kucing7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9917116.post-110991799391127208</id><published>2005-03-04T13:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T16:12:00.896+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Banjiiiir..... again???</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/lethavi/banjir.jpg" align="centre" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was what happened this morning when I went to work. Last night rain poured so hard.. completed with lightening and powerful wind. I was so afraid that the big tree in front of our house cracks and falls to our window. And I guess with the rain that heavy, it's no strange at all that parts of my city are flooding, all over again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with the flooding streets, of course, comes traffic jams.. for hours and hours.., as cars and motorbikes are like kittens, all afraid of water.. &lt;br /&gt;As a result, I arrived at my office at 10 am. Luckily, people are also late, sooo that's fine with me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jakarta oh Jakarta.... I hate you but I miss you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9917116-110991799391127208?l=kumis-kucing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumis-kucing.blogspot.com/feeds/110991799391127208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9917116&amp;postID=110991799391127208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9917116/posts/default/110991799391127208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9917116/posts/default/110991799391127208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumis-kucing.blogspot.com/2005/03/banjiiiir-again.html' title='Banjiiiir..... again???'/><author><name>Kumis Kucing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622892142933428478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/lethavi/kucing7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9917116.post-110966565419586789</id><published>2005-03-01T15:19:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T15:27:34.196+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored Bored Bored ...</title><content type='html'>I don't know what I'm going to write. I'm soo bored that my brain stop moving...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9917116-110966565419586789?l=kumis-kucing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumis-kucing.blogspot.com/feeds/110966565419586789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9917116&amp;postID=110966565419586789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9917116/posts/default/110966565419586789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9917116/posts/default/110966565419586789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumis-kucing.blogspot.com/2005/03/bored-bored-bored.html' title='Bored Bored Bored ...'/><author><name>Kumis Kucing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622892142933428478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/lethavi/kucing7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9917116.post-110922872339215321</id><published>2005-02-24T14:05:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T15:17:30.460+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pan Cakes for God</title><content type='html'>Words to ponder from a mailing list -----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six-year-old Brandon decided one Saturday morning to fix his parents pancakes. He found a big bowl and spoon, pulled a chair to the counter, opened the cupboard and pulled out the heavy flour canister, spilling it on the floor.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He scooped some of the flour into the bowl with his hands, mixed in most of a cup of milk and added some sugar, leaving a floury trail on the floor which by now had a few tracks left by his kitten.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Brandon was covered with flour and getting frustrated. He wanted &lt;br /&gt;this to be something very good for Mom and Dad, but it was getting very bad.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He didn't know what to do next, whether to put it all into the oven or on the stove and he didn't know how the stove worked!. Suddenly he saw his kitten licking from the bowl of mix and reached to push her away, knocking the egg carton to the floor. Frantically he tried to clean up this monumental mess but slipped on the eggs, getting his pajamas white and sticky.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And just then he saw Dad standing at the door. Big crocodile tears welled up in Brandon's eyes. All he'd wanted to do was something &lt;br /&gt;good, but he'd made a terrible mess. He was sure a scolding was coming, maybe even a spanking. But his father just watched him.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Then, walking through the mess, he picked up his crying son, hugged him and loved him, getting his own pajamas white and sticky in the process!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;That's how God deals with us. We try to do something good in life, but it turns into a mess. Our marriage gets all sticky, we insult a friend, we can't stand our job, or our health goes sour.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we just stand there in tears because we can't think of &lt;br /&gt;anything else to do. That's when God picks us up and loves us and forgives us, even though some of our mess gets all over Him.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But just because we might mess up, we can't stop trying to "make &lt;br /&gt;pancakes" for God or for others. Sooner or later we'll get it right, and then they'll be glad we tried...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Suppose one morning you were called to God; do all your friends know you love them?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I was thinking. .. and I wondered if I had any &lt;br /&gt;wounds needing to be healed, friendships that need rekindling or three words needing to be said, sometimes, "I love you" can heal &amp; bless! Remind every one of your friends that you love them. Even if you think they don't love back, you would be amazed at what those three little words, a smile, and a reminder like this can do.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And never stop "making pancakes"!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9917116-110922872339215321?l=kumis-kucing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumis-kucing.blogspot.com/feeds/110922872339215321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9917116&amp;postID=110922872339215321' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9917116/posts/default/110922872339215321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9917116/posts/default/110922872339215321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumis-kucing.blogspot.com/2005/02/pan-cakes-for-god.html' title='Pan Cakes for God'/><author><name>Kumis Kucing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622892142933428478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/lethavi/kucing7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9917116.post-110906326290097999</id><published>2005-02-22T16:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T16:07:42.900+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Endless Chain</title><content type='html'>I just want to love you&lt;br /&gt;Although I can offer no proof of that,&lt;br /&gt;I swear it.&lt;br /&gt;It's forever, because no matter the doubts &amp; hardships,&lt;br /&gt;we long for each other&lt;br /&gt;Everflowing love is melting into your heart now&lt;br /&gt;While you keep your eyes on the still undetermined future&lt;br /&gt;Time goes by, but we are never alone.&lt;br /&gt;Let's walk together down the unending street&lt;br /&gt;I believe in our endless chain&lt;br /&gt;Though we can't go on living without changing anything,&lt;br /&gt;I want to hold you, so that I don't lose sight of&lt;br /&gt;our footprints, together.&lt;br /&gt;Let's walk together down the unending street&lt;br /&gt;I believe in our endless chain..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9917116-110906326290097999?l=kumis-kucing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumis-kucing.blogspot.com/feeds/110906326290097999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9917116&amp;postID=110906326290097999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9917116/posts/default/110906326290097999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9917116/posts/default/110906326290097999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumis-kucing.blogspot.com/2005/02/endless-chain.html' title='Endless Chain'/><author><name>Kumis Kucing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622892142933428478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/lethavi/kucing7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9917116.post-110750629953306423</id><published>2005-02-04T15:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T13:23:47.593+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Cat's Prayer.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/lethavi/kucing13.jpg" align="centre" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;I ask for the privilege of not being born...&lt;br /&gt;not to be born until you can assure me of a home.. &lt;br /&gt;and a master to protect me, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;I ask for the right to live as long as I am physically able to enjoy life...&lt;br /&gt;not to be born until my body is precious.. &lt;br /&gt;and men have ceased to exploit it because it is cheap and plentiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author &lt;a href="http://sandtracker.tripod.com/prayers.html"&gt;Unknown&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9917116-110750629953306423?l=kumis-kucing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumis-kucing.blogspot.com/feeds/110750629953306423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9917116&amp;postID=110750629953306423' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9917116/posts/default/110750629953306423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9917116/posts/default/110750629953306423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumis-kucing.blogspot.com/2005/02/cats-prayer.html' title='A Cat&apos;s Prayer.....'/><author><name>Kumis Kucing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622892142933428478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/lethavi/kucing7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9917116.post-110714574065329634</id><published>2005-01-31T11:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T14:24:01.696+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Penerbang Keblinger</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/lethavi/aviator.jpg" align="centre" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching a good movie is like having a great meal. Once you finish, you'd feel fulfilled with astonishment and bad after-taste at the same time. That was happening to me when I finished watching The Aviator last friday. I went to see this eye-catching Leonardo who I've always loved after I watched the Titanic. I went with a feeling similar to that when you have this huge hope as you enter a fancy restaurant in a decent hotel with an empty stomach. Excited yet Craving for the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aviator, or Leonardo himself, represent a person who might had a terrible childhood that he took it until he became an adult. The movie interestingly describes how Howard Hughes has the obsession for 'being clean', as he takes soaps in his pocket so that he can 'wash' his hands whenever he feels uncomfortable or under pressure.. I wonder if there was such a person in reality. Ironically, this was a portrait of his real life, so .. it's real enough I suppose. I guess that was my first astonishment. &lt;br /&gt;However, none in this movie explains about the reason why his mother treated him that way (remember the scene when the mommy bathed him, and scare him with the plagues and unsafetiness? so unacceptable nowadays to do that to a little boy, isn't it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I admire about this movie, is of course, its effects.. so real. I also loved it when Hughes locks himself and collects bottles of his own urines. I wonder why he did that.. so ironic, remembering that he is so obsessed with hygiene and sanity. That's quite hard to get when you're filthy rich like Hughes, I should say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come up to its ending, .. well it's hardly an ending at all when at the end of the movie you can see people still wondering what's going to be the end of the movie. I mean, what's the real ending. How Hughes come to an end? What happen to him afterwards, after he finish his jet? What happen to his Hercules..? What happen to his love life? So interesting to know if there is still his descendant until today, inherited his money, his good fortune, and his superb willingness and ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the plate is already empty, my friend. Time to pay the check.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9917116-110714574065329634?l=kumis-kucing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumis-kucing.blogspot.com/feeds/110714574065329634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9917116&amp;postID=110714574065329634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9917116/posts/default/110714574065329634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9917116/posts/default/110714574065329634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumis-kucing.blogspot.com/2005/01/penerbang-keblinger.html' title='Penerbang Keblinger'/><author><name>Kumis Kucing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622892142933428478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/lethavi/kucing7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9917116.post-110689087149090039</id><published>2005-01-28T13:36:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T14:50:25.620+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mengungkapkan Rasa Cinta Kepada Suami</title><content type='html'>Berikut ini adalah salah satu artikel menarik yang saya kutip mengenai kebahagiaan berumahtangga dan berkeluarga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semua orang haus akan persahabatan dan kebaikan hati. Mereka semua ingin dicintai oleh orang lain. Hati manusia menginginkan yang demikian. Seseorang yang tidak dicintai oleh orang lain merasa dirinya kesepian dan terpencil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suami pun demikian. Dia juga membutuhkan cinta dan kasih sayang. Sebelum kawin, cinta dan kasih sayang orangtuanya telah memenuhi kebutuhan ini, tetapi kini dia mengharapkan kita-lah yang memenuhinya. Laki-laki mencari istri untuk mendapatkan cinta dan persahabatan yang merupakan kebutuhan manusia. Ia berjuang keras untuk mencari nafkah dan menyenangkan anda. Dia berbagi segala kesulitan hidup dengan anda. Dan karena pasangan sejati kita itu lebih memikirkan tentang kebahagiaan kita daripada orangtua kita, maka tunjukkanlah penghargaan kepadanya dan cintailah dia, dia akan mencintai kita kembali. Cinta adalah hubungan dua arah yang mempersatukan dua hati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seorang pemuda berusia dua puluh tahun yang datang ke Teheran untuk belajar di universitas, jatuh cinta dengan seorang janda berumur 39 tahun yang menjadi induk semangnya. Hal ini disebabkan karena wanita tadi telah mengisi tempat ibunya yang kosong di hatinya dengan kasih sayangnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila cinta terjadi secara timbal-balik, dasar-dasar perkawinan menjadi kokoh dan perpisahan pun dapat dihindarkan. Jangan terlalu merasa bahwa suami jatuh cinta kepada kita pada pandangan pertama, karena cinta yang demikian itu tidak kekal.  Cinta abadi terjadi karena kebaikan hati dan kasih sayang yang tetap dalam bentuk persahabatan yang akrab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila kita wanita mencintai suami dan bersahabat dengannya, maka ia akan bahagia dan mau berjuang dan mengorbankan dirinya demi kesejahteraan kita. Seorang laki-laki yang merasakan cinta istrinya, jarang menderita kesehatan yang kurang baik atau lekas marah. Bila seorang laki-laki tidak mendapatkan cinta dan persahabatan yang hangat dari pasangannya, ia dapat menjadi minder (rendah diri) dan segan untuk pulang.  Mungkin ia akan menghabiskan sebagian besar waktunya di luar rumah untuk mencari kawan dan perhatian.  Mungkin ia berkata pada dirinya sendiri: "Mengapa aku harus bekerja untuk orang yang tidak menyukaiku ?  Lebih baik aku bersenang-senang sendiri dan berusaha mendapatkan teman yang sejati."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada kemungkinan seorang wanita mencintai suaminya tetapi jarang menunjukkan (mengekspresikan)-nya rasa cintanya itu. Ini tidak cukup untuk memantapkan tali persahabatan dan hal seperti itu tidak dibenarkan. Sesekali, ucapan-ucapan seperti "aku mencintaimu", "aku merindukanmu", "aku senang berjumpa denganmu", sangat membantu dalam menciptakan persahabatan yang baik.  Ketika suami sedang dalam perjalanan, istri sebaiknya menulis surat bahwa ia merindukan suaminya. Bila ada telepon di tempat kerja suami, istri dapat menelponnya sesekali, tetapi tidak terus-menerus. Istri sebaiknya memberikan pujian terhadap suaminya di hadapan teman-teman dan keluarga bila ia sedang tidak berada di tempat itu dan membelanya bila seseorang berbicara tidak baik mengenai dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allah SWT berfirman mengenai ikatan cinta dan kasih sayang ini dalam Al Qur' an: Dan di antara tanda-tandaNya ialah Dia menciptakan untukmu istri-istri dari jenismu, supaya kamu cenderung dan merasa tenteram kepadanya, dan dijadikanNya di antaramu rasa kasih dan sayang. Sesungguhnya pada yang demikian itu benar--benar terdapat tanda bagi kaum yang berpikir. (QS 30:21)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imam Ridha a.s. menyatakan : "Wanita yang menunjukkan rasa cinta dan kasih sayangnya merupakan berkah bagi suaminya".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasulullah SAW bersabda: "Wanita yang terbaik di antara kamu adalah yang memiliki cinta dan kasih sayang".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Imam Shadiq a.s. mengatakan: "Bila kau mencintai seseorang, biarkan ia mengetahuinya".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/lethavi/kucing12.jpg" align="centre" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9917116-110689087149090039?l=kumis-kucing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumis-kucing.blogspot.com/feeds/110689087149090039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9917116&amp;postID=110689087149090039' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9917116/posts/default/110689087149090039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9917116/posts/default/110689087149090039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumis-kucing.blogspot.com/2005/01/mengungkapkan-rasa-cinta-kepada-suami.html' title='Mengungkapkan Rasa Cinta Kepada Suami'/><author><name>Kumis Kucing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622892142933428478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/lethavi/kucing7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9917116.post-110620649003951863</id><published>2005-01-20T14:34:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T14:27:01.926+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Banjir Jakarta</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/lethavi/banjir-2.jpg" align="centre" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pict taken from &lt;a href="http://www.kompas.co.id"&gt;Kompas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa Jakarta kalo musim ujan banjir? kayaknya pertanyaannya basiiii banget dech.. semua orang juga tau, jawabannya pasti krn bantaran sungai ciliwung yang udah penuh sama rumah-rumah kumuh. Yaa, kalo menurut gw siiy emang bener juga... kali jadi sempit jadi kalo airnya tambah banyak, yang ada yaa meluap keluar lach... Tapi mungkin ada juga pengaruh dari nun jauh di sono, di hulu.. (Klo kasusnya jakarta ya di daerah bogor kali ya hulunya...?)&lt;br /&gt;.. Ada argumen yang bilang kalo pembangunan rumah2 / vila tu banyak mengambil lahan2 produktif yang tadinya menyerap sebagian besar air yang skr membanjiri jakarta.... Is it true? Well, let's just leave it to those who understand about climate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottom line is,.. why it seems that many disasters happened to us all? Banjir, Gempa, Tsunami,... ko ngga ada habisnya yaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe it's wrong to ask that question,.. you will suspect me as an unfaithful person.. harusnya orang beriman kan bisa nrimo dengan segala keadaan dan kondisi yang diberikan oleh-Nya .. karena semua itu adalah COBAAN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi kenapa orang kecil aja sich yang selalu mendapat cobaan? Atau bentuk cobaannya yang berbeda ya antara orang kecil dan orang besar? Please let me know.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9917116-110620649003951863?l=kumis-kucing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumis-kucing.blogspot.com/feeds/110620649003951863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9917116&amp;postID=110620649003951863' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9917116/posts/default/110620649003951863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9917116/posts/default/110620649003951863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumis-kucing.blogspot.com/2005/01/banjir-jakarta.html' title='Banjir Jakarta'/><author><name>Kumis Kucing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622892142933428478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/lethavi/kucing7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9917116.post-110500412757254887</id><published>2005-01-06T14:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T16:35:27.573+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mimpi Sore </title><content type='html'>Bentar lagi pulang kantor,...&lt;br /&gt;tapi rasanya udah kebayang suasana jalan nanti sore...&lt;br /&gt;Duh, malesnya...&lt;br /&gt;Biarpun gw gak nyetir, tapi teteeep aja males.... Kasian jg suamiku, pasti dia pegel harus nyetir mulu'..... (tanpa istrinya dengan sukarela menggantikan... hehehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Jadi berpikir, mana yaaa yang lebih enak? Bermacet-macet di jalanan apa duduk-duduk dan ngopi di cafe? Yaaa jelas yang nomer dua,...&lt;br /&gt;tapi apa mungkin? Sampe di rumah aja pasti udah malem, mana sempat ngopi di cafe dulu ato nyantai2 di salon kalo di jalan aja waktu kita udah terbuang banyak?&lt;br /&gt;Bisa-bisa di rumah cuma 6 jam dan pagi2 kita harus sudah berjuang lagi menuju tempat mencari nafkah.... hiks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo dipikir, apa sih yang menyebabkan macet?&lt;br /&gt;Huuuu.... Semua orang juga tauu,... Pasti ada hambatan di jalan, jadinya mobil gak bisa jalan dengan lancar, akibatnya ya macet!&lt;br /&gt;Bukan, bukan.... ada yang lebih mendasar lagi... kenapa sih hambatan terjadi setiap hari pada jam yang sama...?&lt;br /&gt;Pasti karena jalan yang semakin sempit sehingga udah gak muat lagi menampung mobil-mobil di Jakarta yang jumlahnya buanyaaaak banget....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emang loookh, jumlah mobil tuh banyak, ... Sebenernya panjang jalan juga ngga kalah banyak,.. cuma masih kurang banyak buat menampung seluruh mobil yang ada di Jakarta. Akibatnya? Mobil harus antri untuk menuju ke suatu tempat.&lt;br /&gt;Kalo kasusnya di Jakarta, ya berarti mobil harus antri ke berbagai tempat,... terutama kalo pas &lt;em&gt;peak hours. &lt;/em&gt;Padahal, pertambahan mobil pribadi di Jakarta perharinya aja udah cukup banyak. Sampe-sampe udah gak ada ruang lagi buat umum, karena semua tertutup jalan dan mobil pribadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo mengutip ceritanya pa Marco yang ahli perkotaan itu, di Jakarta dan sekitarnya, 7,7% perjalanan diangkut oleh mobil pribadi yang memakai 83% ruang jalan. Sedang 48% perjalanan diangkut oleh bus yang memakai ruang jalan hanya 3%; dan modus kendaraan tak bermotor (termasuk becak, sepeda dan jalan kaki) yang mengangkut 38% perjalanan memakai hanya 5% ruang jalan. Menurut dia, mobil pribadi merupakan pemborosan yang luar biasa dan mengarah kepada &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;konsumerisme individualistik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Mobil lebih sering mengangkut hanya seperempat dari kapasitasnya, memakai sekitar 15% sampai 30% dari total ruang kota (untuk jalan, parkir, garasi, bengkel, pompa bensin, dan lain-lain), mengeluarkan emisi CO2 sampai 50% hingga 70% dari total emisi CO2 di kota-kota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gila juga yach.... ternyata mobil kita itu merusak lingkungan juga.&lt;br /&gt;Jadi kita juga ikut andil merusak lingkungan, bo'....&lt;br /&gt;Padahal selama ini gw selalu berbangga hati sebagai orang yg 'ramah lingkungan'. For instance, I save water and I also recycle stuff. But I guess that's not enough.&lt;br /&gt;Kita perlu berbuat lebih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memang sistem transportasi di Jakarta payah. Sucks, babe!&lt;br /&gt;Bus kota udah kayak kaleng kerupuk yang pake mesin,.. masih untung bisa jalan. Sopirnya juga kebut-kebutan... masih untung kita bisa selamet n nyampe ke tujuan..&lt;br /&gt;My point is: there's no proffesionalism in transportation. But we hardly can find it anywhere either. But that's another thing.&lt;br /&gt;Untuk nyelametin kita supaya gak cepet tua dan tulang2 kita gak keropos sebelum waktunya, kita perlu mengatasi kemacetan ini, sodara sodara...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How? Aku berkhayal...... If only we had a network of high-quality trains connecting cities, towns, and neighborhoods together!!! How nice... Pulang kantor, tinggal ke station kreta, beli karcis, ato kalo udah punya tiket mingguan kita bisa langsung cari kereta dan pulang, tanpa mikirin bagaimana situasi jalan! Kalo lagi musim ujan pun kita gak perlu bingung mau pulang naek apa.. (Soalnya kalo taksi pasti penuh banget dan mereka mendadak jadi ga butuh penumpang, gitu lokh....)&lt;br /&gt;Seandainya....... Kita bisa &lt;em&gt;dengan&lt;/em&gt; cepat sampe tujuan, sampe rumah, abis itu bisa mandi, dan ngopi2 sore sambil makan cake. Mmmmmm..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.... not in another twenty years I guess... But at least I can dream about it now. &lt;br /&gt;I dream of Jakarta, where I live, my town, my village, my neighborhood, becoming an area of mix of shops, offices, apartments, and homes. Mixed-use within neighborhoods, within blocks, and within buildings.&lt;br /&gt;Pembangunan tetep ada dong, tapi gak melulu pada pembangunan jalan tol ato highway,.... lebih kepada beauty, aesthetics, human comfort, and creating a sense of place, terutama harus dibuat tempat-tempat berkumpul,.. jadi bukan hanya di mall aja ada tempat &lt;em&gt;hang-out&lt;/em&gt; yang oke....&lt;br /&gt;Istilah kerennya, human scale architecture &amp; beautiful surroundings.. katanya sih bisa membentuk kepribadian kita, lokh... Like it or not, we are built by the building and our surroundings... Gitchu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More buildings, residences, shops, and services closer together for ease of walking, to enable a more efficient use of services and resources, and to create a more convenient, enjoyable place to live. Bayangkan, gak ada macet lageeee......&lt;br /&gt;Selain itu kita juga musti punya trotoir yang aman, pedestrian-friendly design, that encourages a greater use of bicycles, rollerblades, scooters, and walking as daily transportation!! More walking, less driving, bo'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadilah kita penghuni-penghuni Jakarta yang sehat (karena sering jalan kaki), ngga kena obesitas dan kolesterol tinggi (krn olahraga mulu ngejar train),.. punya kehidupan sosial yang oke (yang ngga melulu dari mall ke mall.. jadi ngga konsumtif), ... kita jadi punya lebih banyak spare money (karena ngga beli bensin tiap hari dan ngga jajan di warung indomie sambil nunggu macet reda),... dan punya lebih banyak waktu buat keluarga.. dan diri sendiri tentunya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..... that's just a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, jadi kita harus berbuat apa? Apa semuanya diserahkan kepada yang punya kota? Pa Sutiyoso? Pa Kepala Dinas? Pa Polisi?&lt;br /&gt;Kota kita sapa sich yang punya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bentar lagi pulang kantor..... Macet lagee.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9917116-110500412757254887?l=kumis-kucing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumis-kucing.blogspot.com/feeds/110500412757254887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9917116&amp;postID=110500412757254887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9917116/posts/default/110500412757254887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9917116/posts/default/110500412757254887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumis-kucing.blogspot.com/2005/01/mimpi-sore.html' title='Mimpi Sore '/><author><name>Kumis Kucing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622892142933428478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/lethavi/kucing7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9917116.post-110481762466904361</id><published>2005-01-04T13:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T12:47:04.670+07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's In a Name?</title><content type='html'>Good article, about &lt;strong&gt;what's in a name&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"It is not known when humans first began using names though the practice is certainly very old, probably extending far into prehistory. Although all cultures use names, naming customs vary greatly from people to people. In some cases they are very simple, such as those of many Indonesians who use just a single name. On the other hand, traditional Chinese naming practices were very complex. Chinese males were given different names at various points in their lives, in addition to a surname and sometimes a generation name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Names serve several purposes. Most importantly they help distinguish us from one another.&lt;/span&gt; Imagine how difficult it would be to refer to people if we did not use names. Instead of saying Bob one would have to say something like the short red-headed man who lives down the street. Some names carry information about our roots, such as family or clan names. They are generally inherited. Names can serve other purposes as well, such as the Chinese generation name which identifies the generation of the bearer, or the names used by some African cultures which describe the order in which siblings were born.&lt;br /&gt;Given names, what westerners call first names, are generally bestowed at some point after the birth of the child. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apa yang membuat 'nama' itu begitu penting? Mengapa orang begitu menghargai sebuah nama? Walaupun Shakespeare jelas-jelas berkata bahwa "what's in a name?" apa artinya sebuah nama.. Well, apparently, it could mean the whole damn world! Because, some people are so damn angry when they are not called by their own name... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So in that case, why 'nick name' is created? Kenapa ada yang namanya 'julukan'? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The answer is : because some people just don't really care about their name as much as the others do. Oke-oke aja gitu lokh....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hanya orang-orang yang fun aja yang bisa make nick name... selebihnya? orang-orang yang amat sangat menjunjung tinggi 'ke nama an' mereka, dan enggan dipanggil dengan nama lain, sekalipun itu adalah nama kesayangan.....!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9917116-110481762466904361?l=kumis-kucing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumis-kucing.blogspot.com/feeds/110481762466904361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9917116&amp;postID=110481762466904361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9917116/posts/default/110481762466904361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9917116/posts/default/110481762466904361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumis-kucing.blogspot.com/2005/01/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s In a Name?'/><author><name>Kumis Kucing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622892142933428478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/lethavi/kucing7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9917116.post-110480655282786860</id><published>2005-01-04T09:39:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T10:08:28.846+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mau ke Bandung... hm.. hm..</title><content type='html'>Rencana mau ke Bandung hari Jum'at besok... hmmm... shopping..... or tepatnya mengadakan inspeksi mendadak ke beberapa factory outlets. My cousin with her family will also come, jadi kita berame2 lakh.. Hope it won't rain. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9917116-110480655282786860?l=kumis-kucing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumis-kucing.blogspot.com/feeds/110480655282786860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9917116&amp;postID=110480655282786860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9917116/posts/default/110480655282786860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9917116/posts/default/110480655282786860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumis-kucing.blogspot.com/2005/01/mau-ke-bandung-hm-hm.html' title='Mau ke Bandung... hm.. hm..'/><author><name>Kumis Kucing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622892142933428478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/lethavi/kucing7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9917116.post-110474333183184911</id><published>2005-01-02T06:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T14:52:14.976+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Salah Kirim</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/lethavi/kucing4.jpg" align="right" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Tahun Baru 2005!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahun baru kali ini sepi banget,.. gak ada acara ke mana2, cuma di rumah, nonton tivi.. Tapi Jakarta kotaku tercinta ya teteeep aja rame... &lt;br /&gt;Siang-siang gw and suami makan ke sate ayam pertamina, n rame buanget bo'... kayaknya semua orang se Jakarta order sate.. hahahaha... Saking lapernya... eh ramenya,... n nungguin order yg gak dateng2, gw yang lagi asyik ber-sms ria ama &lt;a href="http://cimot-mutmut.blogspot.com"&gt;Putri&lt;/a&gt; tau2 salah kirim... ngirimnya ke bos, lageee..... aaaaaaaauuuuuuwwww.... malu banget... lagian buru2 sih, jadinya salah pencet nomor..... di sms itu gw sebut2 si pak bos pake "nama ajaib" alias nama kesayangan dia buat kita bedua buat dia, hehehehe ... alias Normie.... (nama aslinya ga usah disebut2 la...)...&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang ini gw lagi berharap doi gak marah ke gw,.... krn dia terkenal sensi n agak2 darah tinggi... hiiiiii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9917116-110474333183184911?l=kumis-kucing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kumis-kucing.blogspot.com/feeds/110474333183184911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9917116&amp;postID=110474333183184911' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9917116/posts/default/110474333183184911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9917116/posts/default/110474333183184911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kumis-kucing.blogspot.com/2005/01/salah-kirim.html' title='Salah Kirim'/><author><name>Kumis Kucing</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13622892142933428478</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://www.geocities.com/lethavi/kucing7.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
