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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sometimes you only have to be a GOOD LISTENER because that's what all they need, that's why God gives us two ear not two mouth&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; - EMi (February 10, 2012)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*EMi = &lt;b&gt;E&lt;/b&gt;rna &lt;b&gt;M&lt;/b&gt;egawat&lt;b&gt;i &lt;/b&gt;^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7320081190292664304-5038033698839968664?l=ernamegawatimanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This article below taken from "Superman Returns", one of my favorite movie, written by Lois Lane, one of the character in the movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;===========================================================&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Why The World Doesn’t Need Superman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- By Lois Lane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Metropolis. For five long years the world has stared into the sky, waiting, hoping and praying for his return. We’ve spent our days asking where he went, debating why he left and wondered is he even alive. Perhaps he left us for another world, a world in peril, a world in greater need of a saviour. Is it selfish desire him for ourselves? Are we expected to share the man we’ve come to love or did we do something wrong?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Did we take him for granted? Perhaps we did. Maybe we all did, it's not our fault. We are far from super. Yet a mother will accept her children regardless of their misfortunes. Why have you rejected us for ours? Perhaps we’re a lost cause unworthy of help and doomed to continue on a path of self-destruction. He has moved on, helping others with a foreseeable future of peace and harmony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;From the first day he mysteriously appeared we were enamoured. He seemed too good to be true. A man who could fly, see through walls, bend steel with his bare hands. A man who never lied. A man who could do anything he wanted to yet he chose to be a hero. He chose to fight for truth, justice and the American way, And we chose to believe. we put our faith, not in the hands of God, but in the hands of another Lives were not saved by any kind of divine intervention, miracle or act of God. they were saved by one man, and one man only, our Superman. We didn’t question his intentions and other than a few basic facts we didn't question his unbelievable origins. When did he actually arrive? Where did he live? Where did he get that suit? It didn't matter. He was good, and good for us and that was enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A new generation of children have grown up idolising this hero, proud to wear a cape and run around the family home. We welcome Superman into our homes and family. He was a quintessential American. A role model for our children and the guardian of their lives. Does a hero walk out on his family? Walk away from his children? After letting us place our hopes on him, his disappearance must be seen nothing short of abandonment. A dereliction of duty. No better that a parent abandoning a child, a doctor walking out on their patient. We must ask our selves if Superman returned would we welcome him back? Could he heal the scars he left behind? The city is in pain, its citizens angry, hurt and unforgiving. We have learned from our bad judgement, and we are not prepared to make the same mistake again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It would take more than one man to reunite the people. He is lost our trust, he betrayed us. He turned his us back on us and walked away. We would have to question his motives for his return. Why after all this time he would return? From the very beginning we labelled him as a man. We even used the word it his titled - Superman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yet he was not a man. He was not even human. We expected an alien to share the same feelings, emotions, beliefs and principles. Were the words truth and justice a second language to him? Perhaps, we were fools to believe he would understand the true meaning of words such as trust, loyalty or love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What is a hero anyway? Does one has to have superpowers, special abilities or incredible talent to be a considerable one? Well that's what we’ve been led to believe. Superman led us to forget our real heroes. What happened to the firemen, policemen, teachers, social workers or local figure that used to be considered a hero in our communities?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Each and every day of the year, firemen come to the rescue of those in need. They are brave woman and men who serve communities with courage and uncompromising devotion to humanity. These people are not just doing their job, they are the heroes who take each task to heart and each life saved is a victory for their team. Because of their selfless bravery and heroism, many fire-fighters sacrifice their own lives to save others every day. Their actions will never been forgotten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In cities, towns and villages around the world, legions of teachers spend every day protecting the minds, souls and spirits of children. They commit their lives to the development of the world’s most precious resource. A child's mind thirsts for knowledge. It is this knowledge, the knowledge imparted to the youth that has given rise to the great man and women of history. Knowledge gave birth civilisations and is the foundation of nations including America. Teachers strive daily with little recognition to help each child become the best they can. Teachers are heroes, our future lies in their hands. These are examples of every day men and women. Men and women who are heroes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Superman was not just a hero. Superman was a superhero. Why isn’t he living up to his name? He was so much more that a mere mortal. Imagine a future with this superhero. A future that was stolen from us. The world welcomed Superman with open arms and why wouldn't we? Day after day we saw the effect he was having. Crime plummeted, natural disasters were prevented, the impossible became possible. What was more remarkable and often overlooked, was that he wasn't just saving peoples lives, he was changing them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He gave us hope, he set an example and over the years we started following that example whether we realised it or not. Wars stopped, all political, religious feuds set aside, even volunteering and charitable donations increased. For the first time in history we saw the closest thing mankind could call peace. And to think it took an alien to show us what it meant to be human. Unfortunately the one thing that reduces a miracle to the mundane is a world full of them. Once everything is special, nothing is special. In a world where he would suddenly appear to save someone from a fire or divert a flood, there were no miracles. We stopped looking both ways to cross the street. We didn't have to because if a car was about to hit us odds were that he would zip at the last moment and save us. Soon we didn't even remember how to look both ways. We lost our survival instincts. We became careless, which wouldn't have really been a problem, but then he left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just as mysteriously he appeared he was gone, without warning, without explanation. We looked to the sky and for the first time in years no one was there. Some panicked thinking the worst had finally come to pass and someone has finally discover a weakness and exploited it. Others held steadfast believing that his sudden absence must have a logical explanation. Perhaps this was a test. Maybe he was watching from above and gauging our reaction. Hundreds, if not thousands of ideas and theories sprang from every expert and government official but no answer could satisfy us. Maybe there was no answer. Maybe he’s just…gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In fact maybe it’s better that he is gone. How can we be expected to appreciate the good without the bad? Through suffering do we not gain strength? Having relied on an almost omnipotent saviour for years, we’ve forgotten how to rely on ourselves. He gave us strength, but with it, weakness. In his absence, we must learn to unite and find strength in one another. We must look not to the skies, instead we must look inside ourselves to find trust, love and friendship for one another. Peace is our champion, not a Man of Steel. Alas crime has skyrocketed, stocks plummeted and old wars have been rekindled. The peace he inspired over the years, seemed to end overnight, replaced by fear, confusion and betrayal. Even worse problems once held by our own, now seem insurmountable without his help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is one year today that we witnessed one of the worst train disaster in recent history. Among the 236 dead, were 28 school children and a pregnant mother. The nation's press release said that all that was left was a mangled mess of metal and bodies. Recovery workers and civilians united and worked around the clock, in the hope of finding just one survivor, if any. But hope was given up, when 12 hours later they could raise no sound. The train left a huge gorge in the suburban landscape where now stands a tribute to those who died in the wreckage. Among those attending today’s memorial service, is the husband and father of a deceased mother and their unborn child. To this day he is haunted by the memories of the past. Through his suffering he speaks the voice of many Americans: How could he let this happen? Curse you Superman...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;These words echo amongst the people, reaching the far corners of the globe. In five years we have seen the oceans rise and kill hundreds of thousands of innocent men, women and children throughout Asia. We have seen civil wars destroy cities throughout the world and religious feuds wipe our nations. Let the colour of Superman’s cape remind us of the innocent people who have died for it is their blood that is on his hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the past we have turned to God, in times of need we prayed. For five years we have prayed for you Superman, “please bring back our Messiah.” The nation knelt before the alter and begged for your return. We were blinded by your arrival, our faith misguided. For many of us, Superman became our God. We only had to read the motto on our nations currency to be reminded of the truth – In God We Trust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;These words passed between our hands countless times a day, yet we still managed to forget. We put our trust, not in God, but in Superman – In Superman We Trust. We trusted you, we all trusted you…I trusted you. Does he feel remorse, guilt or shame? Does he simply not care? Perhaps the people of Earth are but a distant memory, a single snapshot lost in a mind that is timeless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Does he cry for the children who have died on his watch? Perhaps he really is a Man of Steel – cold, emotionless and hardened by his own immortality. Would he say sorry?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ultimately we are better off without him. It is true, we will come to endure hardship in his absence. We will see more famine, environmental disasters, crime, wars and bloodshed. But what is also true, is that the people of America will always, without falter, and without abandoning their posts, continue to strive for truth, justice and the American way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Leaving the fate of humanity in the hands of one man would have been a terrible mistake. If we don’t learn to settle our grievances on our own we are doomed anyway. We became dependent on someone unreliable, in fact he did us a favour by leaving. Now we can learn to fend for ourselves, learn to work out our differences regardless of whether they are based on race, creed, gender or political view.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ultimately we will unite and establish peace around the globe. If Superman had stayed we would never accomplish this. Under the surface there would have remained traces of a corrupt society, a seed that would grow if it wasn’t for Superman’s cape blocking the sunlight. Now that he is gone, the seed is left to grow, yet there is hope. For like a rose, we always see the thorns before the flower. We will blossom and when we do, we will have done it alone, we will have a world united.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;People have always longed for God, messiahs and saviours to swoop down from the sky and deliver them from their troubles but in the end these saviours always leave and we are faced with the same troubles that were here from the beginning. We wait for our saviour’s return though it will never happen and we realise it was better had he never come at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7320081190292664304-5568374218615737350?l=ernamegawatimanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;KU YAKIN SAAT KAU BERFIRMAN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;KU MENANG SAAT KAU BERTINDAK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;HIDUPKU HANYA DITENTUKAN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OLEH PERKATAAN-MU&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;KU AMAN KAR’NA KAU MENJAGA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;KU KUAT KAR’NA KAU MENOPANG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;HIDUPKU HANYA DITENTUKAN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OLEH KUASA-MU&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;BAGI TUHAN TAK ADA YANG MUSTAHIL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;BAGI TUHAN TAK ADA YANG TAK MUNGKIN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;MUJIZAT-NYA DISEDIAKAN BAGIKU&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;KU DIANGKAT DAN DIPULIHKAN-NYA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is a great song from Sari Simorangkir, I just watching the video this morning in U Channel TV and I am so&amp;nbsp;overwhelmed with gratitude, sweet Jesus I'm so thankful I found You or actually You've found me, You've created me as written in&amp;nbsp;Jeremiah 1:5 &amp;nbsp;"&lt;i&gt;Before I formed you in the womb I knew you,&amp;nbsp;before you were born I set you apart;&amp;nbsp;I appointed you as a prophet to the nations.&lt;/i&gt;" and in&amp;nbsp;John 15:16 "&lt;i&gt;You did not choose me, but I chose you and appointed you to go and bear fruit--fruit that will last. Then the Father will give you whatever you ask in my name.&lt;/i&gt;" (NIV)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway...Merry&amp;nbsp;Christmas, Happy New Year, Happy Holiday Everyone!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7320081190292664304-3372526031938967225?l=ernamegawatimanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/33112677"&gt;Ours&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user6605365"&gt;Taylor Swift&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Elevator buttons and morning air&lt;br /&gt;
Strangers' silence makes me want to take the stairs&lt;br /&gt;
If you were here we'd laugh about their vacant stares&lt;br /&gt;
But right now my time is theirs&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Seems like there's always someone who disapproves&lt;br /&gt;
They'll judge it like they know about me and you&lt;br /&gt;
And the verdict comes from those with nothing else to do&lt;br /&gt;
The jury's out, my choice is you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So don't you worry your pretty little mind&lt;br /&gt;
People throw rocks at things that shine&lt;br /&gt;
And life makes love look hard&lt;br /&gt;
The stakes are high, the water's rough&lt;br /&gt;
But this love is ours&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You never know what people have up their sleeves&lt;br /&gt;
Ghosts from your past gonna jump out at me&lt;br /&gt;
Lurking in the shadows with their lip gloss smiles&lt;br /&gt;
But I don't care 'cause right now you're mine&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And you'll say&lt;br /&gt;
Don't you worry your pretty little mind&lt;br /&gt;
People throw rocks at things that shine&lt;br /&gt;
And life makes love look hard&lt;br /&gt;
The stakes are high, the water's rough&lt;br /&gt;
But this love is ours&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And it's not theirs to speculate&lt;br /&gt;
If it's wrong and&lt;br /&gt;
Your hands are tough&lt;br /&gt;
But they are where mine belong and&lt;br /&gt;
I'll fight their doubt and give you faith&lt;br /&gt;
With this song for you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'Cause I love the gap between your teeth&lt;br /&gt;
And I love the riddles that you speak&lt;br /&gt;
And any snide remarks from my father about your tattoos will be ignored&lt;br /&gt;
'Cause my heart is yours&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So don't you worry your pretty little mind&lt;br /&gt;
People throw rocks at things that shine&lt;br /&gt;
And life makes love look hard&lt;br /&gt;
Don't you worry your pretty little mind&lt;br /&gt;
People throw rocks at things that shine&lt;br /&gt;
But they can't take what's ours&lt;br /&gt;
They can't take what's ours&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The stakes are high, the water's rough&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sola fide (by faith alone), Sola gratia (by grace alone), Sola Scriptura (by Scripture alone)&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;: ketiga hal inilah yang paling saya ingat kalau bicara reformasi gereja. Semoga gereja-gereja terutama gereja-gereja di Sumba bisa mereformasi diri menjadi lebih baik, semoga gereja-gereja bisa jadi contoh dan teladan di dunia dalam melaksanakan perintah-perintah Tuhan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
*Kalau (mungkin ada) reformasi di lingkup PNS, yang paling saya inginkan adalah reformasi sistem birokrasi dan orang-orangnya* ^^&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Soli Deo gloria (glory to God alone)!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7320081190292664304-3363290462730959513?l=ernamegawatimanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dalam buku ini ada beberapa cerita mengenai Sumba, Yayyyyy senang deh Sumba bisa diceritakan, semoga makin banyak turis mempertimbangkan kunjungannya ke Sumba sebagai salah satu destinasi wisata, apalagi cuma 45 menit terbang dari Bali. You’ll be surprises with Sumba culture ^^, oh dear I love Indonesia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ceritanya tentang Sumba ada dalam tulisannya "&lt;i&gt;RW dan B1, Serunya Pertempuran Pasola, Pantai Ideal, Behind the Scene : Archipelago Metro TV&lt;/i&gt;". Trinity bilang saking sepinya pantai di Sumba jadi ga ada yang jualan makanan dan lain-lain, ya iyalah pantainya masih untouchable, tapi saya suka karena jadi berasa pantai pribadi alias lonely planet eh lonely beach hehehe jadi tips kalau ke pantai di Sumba harus bawa makan sendiri :p semoga nanti ke depannya pariwisata Sumba bisa dikembangin sehingga bisa tersedia fasilitas-fasilitas umum di sekitar pantai asal jangan sampai merusak pantainya atau objek wisata lainya! Trinity juga syok karena di Sumba orang makan daging anjing (RW) dengan santainya, jangankan dia saya aja ga berani lihat pembunuhan anjing untuk di makan, belum pernah dan semoga ga pernah lihat, gimana coba lihat pembunuhan anjing kalau dengar aja anjing kaing kaing karena kesakitan udah stress, mungkin seharusnya pemakan RW nonton film "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1028532/"&gt;Hachiko : A Dog's Story&lt;/a&gt;" (meskipun sepertinya ga ngaruh juga, ya iyalah secara menurut mereka, RW adalah daging paling enak, mana rela ga makan RW? iiihhh). Walaupun saya orang Sumba tetapi saya belum pernah makan daging anjing, iiiiihhh ga tega, hari-hari sama kita terus tiba-tiba ada di meja makan? Oh my goodness! Sumba memang termasuk suku pemakan daging, jarang ada sayur, apalagi kalau pesta-pesta, saya aja stress kalau ga ada sayur, mungkin karena kami dibesarkan with a different way karena memang mama saya bukan orang Sumba, apalagi orang tua saya dan saya sendiri pernah tinggal di tanah Pasundan dimana banyak terdapat sayur-sayuran pada menu-menunya. Selain RW, daging babi juga sangat disukai orang Sumba, nah kalau yang satu ini saya ga nolak hehehe. Babi banyak dipelihara oleh orang Sumba karena sudah menjadi tradisi dan sangat diperlukan dalam acara-acara adatnya orang Sumba, bahkan di rumah-rumah warga desa banyak yang berkeliaran dengan bebasnya tidak dikandangin, saya jadi ingat filmnya Brittany Murphy dan Dakota Fanning yang "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0263757/"&gt;Uptown Girls&lt;/a&gt;" dimana dia memelihara babi dengan bebasnya dalam rumah. Selain anjing dan babi, tentu saja di Sumba banyak kuda dan kerbau, karena hewan-hewan ini dipakai sehari-hari untuk membantu pekerjaan warga dan merupakan ‘mahar’ yang harus dibayarkan jika ingin melamar perempuan Sumba, jaman dulu kalau mau melamar perempuan, apalagi kalau keturunan bangsawan Sumba, bisa sampai ratusan hewan, sekarang ini paling tinggi biasanya sekitar 30-40an kuda/kerbau, belum lain-lainnya, baru-baru ini seorang teman kerja saya melamar seorang perempuan dan dia harus membawa sekitar 80an hewan, hah??!! gelooo, hari gini masih ada aja yang minta segitunya ck ck ck mahalnya perempuan Sumba. Tapi menurut laki-laki Sumba karena saking mahalnya itu makanya susah untuk dilepas, beda dengan lainnya saking gampangnya dapat sehingga mudah pisah/cerai, aya aya wae nyakkk. Sumba juga dikenal dengan padang rumput savananya, karena padang savana inilah makanya kuda berkeliaran bebas di padang, I love horse! Saya ingat dulu ada film "Angin Rumput Savana" yang disutradai oleh Garin Nugroho, kapan lagi yach ada film tentang Sumba? Pengen deh ada film yang menceritakan tentang Pasola, yang paling saya suka pada saat Pasola adalah bisa melihat kuda-kuda cakap siap untuk bertempur, oh ya Pasola adalah pertempuran berkuda dalam merayakan musim tanam padi, biasanya di bulan Februari dan Maret. Dua kubu saling melemparkan tombak kayu sambil menunggang kuda, keren kan? cuma ada di Sumba Barat dan Sumba Barat Daya, oh dear I love Sumba ^^&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tidak ada tanggal pasti kapan Pasola digelar karena sangat tergantung dengan ritual adat yang dilakukan oleh Rato Marapu (tetua adat), Marapu merupakan kepercayaan animisme sebagian besar masyarakat Sumba yang masih dijaga turun temurun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Masih banyak hal tentang Sumba yang perlu di explore…tertarik ke Sumba? Yukkkk mareeeeeeee, jangan ragu-ragu hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7320081190292664304-4097978320917338332?l=ernamegawatimanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Saat kau bangun di pagi hari, Aku memandangmu dan berharap engkau akan berbicara kepadaKu, walaupun hanya sepatah kata, meminta pendapatKu atau bersyukur kepadaKu atas sesuatu hal indah yang terjadi di dalam hidupmu kemarin, tetapi aku melihat engkau begitu sibuk mempersiapkan diri untuk pergi bekerja.&lt;/div&gt;
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Aku kembali menanti. Saat engkau sedang bersiap, Aku tahu akan ada sedikit waktu bagimu untuk berhenti dan menyapaKu, tetapi engkau terlalu sibuk. Di satu tempat, engkau duduk di sebuah kursi selama lima belas menit tanpa melakukan apapun. Kemudian Aku melihat engkau menggerakkan kakimu. Aku berpikir engkau ingin berbicara kepadaKu tetapi engkau berlari ke telepon dan menelepon seorang teman untuk mendengarkan gosip terbaru. Aku melihatmu ketika engkau pergi bekerja dan Aku menanti dengan sabar sepanjang hari.&lt;/div&gt;
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Dengan semua kegiatanmu, Aku berpikir engkau terlalu sibuk untuk mengucapkan sesuatu kepadaKu. Sebelum makan siang Aku melihatmu memandang ke sekeliling, mungkin engkau merasa malu untuk berbicara kepadaKu, itulah sebabnya mengapa engkau tidak menundukkan kepalamu. Engkau memandang tiga atau empat meja sekitarmu dan melihat beberapa temanmu berbicara kepadaku dengan lembut sebelum mereka makan, tetapi engkau tidak melakukannya.&lt;/div&gt;
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Tidak apa-apa. Masih ada waktu yang tersisa, dan Aku berharap engkau akan berbicara kepadaKu, meskipun saat engkau pulang ke rumah kelihatannya seakan-akan banyak hal yang harus kau kerjakan. Setelah beberapa hal tersebut selesai engkau kerjakan, engkau menyalakan televisi, Aku tidak tahu apakah kau suka menonton televisi atau tidak, hanya saja engkau selalu ke sana dan menghabiskan banyak waktu setiap hari dengannya, tanpa memikirkan apapun hanya menikmati acara yang ditampilkan.&lt;/div&gt;
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Kembali aku menanti dengan sabar saat engkau menonton TV dan menikmati makananmu tetapi kembali kau tidak berbicara kepadaKu. Saat tidur Kupikir kau merasa terlalu lelah. Setelah mengucapkan selamat malam kepada keluargamu, kau melompat ke tempat tidur dan tertidur tak lama kemudian. Tidak apa-apa karena mungkin engkau tidak menyadari bahwa Aku selalu hadir untukmu. Aku bersabar lebih lama dari yang kau sadari.&lt;/div&gt;
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Aku bahkan ingin mengajarkanmu bagaimana bersabar terhadap orang lain. Aku sangat mengasihimu, setiap hari Aku menantikan sepatah kata, doa atau pikiran atau syukur dari hatimu. Baiklah...engkau bangun kembali dan kembali. Aku menanti dengan penuh kasih bahwa hari ini kau akan memberiKu sedikit waktu. Semoga harimu menyenangkan.&lt;/div&gt;
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Bapamu,&lt;/div&gt;
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ALLAH&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;*Taken from Unknown, NN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Saya tidak tahu siapa yang menulis artikel/surat ini tapi sangat menegur dan menyentuh, seringkali kita bersikap seperti itu, lupa bahwa ada Allah Yang Maha Kasih dalam hidup kita, lupa berterima kasih untuk anugerahnya luar biasa dalam hidup kita, tetapi sungguh Dia sangat panjang sabar karena itu marilah kita belajar untuk terus makin dekat denganNya, saya bangga punya Allah seperti Engkau! Thank you JESUS :*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7320081190292664304-2437689767047506201?l=ernamegawatimanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ernamegawatimanna.blogspot.com/feeds/2437689767047506201/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320081190292664304/posts/default/2437689767047506201?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7320081190292664304/posts/default/2437689767047506201?v=2" /><author><name>EMI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04619055938560508872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yvZ0h-JuJR4/TLKDrvwkSOI/AAAAAAAAAkI/5yYGsKXz_4I/S220/P1011493.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0EEQHs7cSp7ImA9WhdbFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320081190292664304.post-5834006072378095861</id><published>2011-10-15T13:20:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T13:20:01.509+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-15T13:20:01.509+07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thanks God" /><title>Happy</title><content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;
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Happy birthday to me! Thank you for all prayer, wish, support, etc for me, kiss and big hug for all of you :* I am getting older, many question comes out from my relatives/friends, when will I get married, what are you waiting for bla bla bla oh come on life is not only about married! They said I’m choosy and alone, too hard to my life, many&amp;nbsp;advice&amp;nbsp;have been given to me, hope my life happy. They said that is the time to find a man because of my age. I’m fine, enjoying my own life, my life is perfect, I’m very happy, chasing my dreams, free to do anything, making friends with anyone, I can’t stop the time, I just want the best in my life, I believe I’ll find my soul mate in His beautiful time and way. I’ll find the right man in right place and in the right time, of course because of God lead me. I believe in HIM. Nowadays I happy with my life, I enjoying everything about by myself, I don’t have to rely on somebody else, etc. I just don’t get it why people such in a hurry to get marry, choose to live together without sacred married, get pregnant and born a baby without married or with married and after that decide to divorce, married because their parents push them to do that, married without love, etc. I mean why don’t make it as a serious journey in life, as God wants us to do it. Well, I respect all their decision and I don’t want to interrupt it but it’s just not mine ^^&lt;/div&gt;
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Here an article which I got from my cell leader in Bandung on July 2006 while we study bible together about Sex, Love and Married in a group with my best friends Resky and Imel. This article written by Rick Warren, a senior pastor in Saddleback Church, I admire him.&lt;/div&gt;
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Read and enjoy this article, be blessed in your marriage and for all the single ladies out there, I hope we find the best/true man from God ^^&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;The Purpose-Driven Marriage&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Use these five biblical purposes to give direction to your marriage&lt;/div&gt;
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By Rick Warren&lt;/div&gt;
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In his book &lt;i&gt;What’s Wrong with the World&lt;/i&gt;, G.K. Chesterton summed it up well: “&lt;i&gt;If we wish to preserve the family, we must revolutionize the nation&lt;/i&gt;.” In this exclusive series, we explore five distinct pillars of Christian marriage. Living by these pillars can only strengthen your marriage, but in fact, revolutionize the church and the nation. Here, in our first installment, we look at the importance of incorporating Christ in our marriages.&lt;/div&gt;
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--The Editors&lt;/div&gt;
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I suppose you’d expect a man who’s been marriage 30 years to a beautiful, intelligent woman would be able to share with you the intimate secrets to having a perfect marriage.&lt;/div&gt;
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But I’m going to disappoint you! That’s because my wife and I don’t have a perfect marriage. Kay is without a doubt my best friend, and we have a wonderful relationship—but as far as a perfect marriage, well, there’s no such thing.&lt;/div&gt;
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What Kay and I do have is a marriage centered on Christ, specifically focused on glorifying God. We remain committed to each other because we remain committed to Christ and his work within us.&lt;/div&gt;
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“&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be united to his wife, and the two will become one flesh. This is a profound mystery—but I am talking about Christ and the church&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;” (Ephesians 5:31-32).&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;No Easy Road&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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After three decades in ministry, I’ve noticed that it’s not unusual for couples to float through their first year or two of marriage in a love-blinded bliss.&lt;/div&gt;
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But, frankly, that didn’t happen for Kay and me. Our first two years together were the most difficult. In fact, we were ready to throw in the towel. If we both hadn’t been committed to Jesus Christ and we both hadn’t agreed that divorce was not an option, we wouldn’t have stayed together. It was simply too difficult.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Kay even said that in those first few years of marriage, she often wished that one of two things would happen: either she’d be widowed, or God would change his mind and say divorce was now okay!&lt;/div&gt;
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Since then, we’ve met many couples who were convinced their marital struggles meant there was no hope for healing. We can say from experience that’s not true; there’s always hope!&lt;/div&gt;
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Part of the difficult for Kay and me is that we were virtual strangers when we got married, but we began finding out things about each other immediately—like the fact that apart from our love for God, we were about as opposite in nature as two couple could be.&lt;/div&gt;
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We viewed life from two different angles and argued over just about everything. I remember Kay’s father sat us down the night before we were married and said, “&lt;i&gt;There are five areas where marriages usually have conflict: money, sex, in-laws, children, and communication.&lt;/i&gt;”&lt;/div&gt;
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He proved to be prophetic: Kay and I went five for five! We fought over single one of those items.&lt;/div&gt;
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Not only did we disagree over those things, we couldn’t even agree how to disagree! Kay is an intense person who needs to talk. My preferred method of dealing with problems was just to walk away. That was a volatile combination!&lt;/div&gt;
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The single factor that kept us married in those early years was that we agreed on one thing: divorce would never be an option for us. You can’t leave the door open even a little bit, or eventually one of you will try to escape.&lt;/div&gt;
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Because we knew we were in it for the long haul, we were forced to accept each other’s differences. What else were we going to do?&lt;/div&gt;
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Slowly, over time, God helped us not only to accept our differences, but to appreciate them. Through the process we learned that any successful marriage is built upon the biblical truth that God designed each of us with five purposes in mind: &lt;i&gt;worship, fellowship, discipleship, ministry, and missions&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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In other words, until you realize you were placed here for God’s purposes, then your life—and your marriage—will be difficult, complicated, and exhausting. But once you understand God’s plan, your life—and you marriage—take on new meaning.&lt;/div&gt;
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And once you and your spouse both get this—when both of you are living purpose-driven lives—then guess what happens?&lt;/div&gt;
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Your marriage becomes a purpose-driven marriage!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Balancing biblical purposes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Here are the five biblical purposes you should keep balanced in your marriage:&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. You and your spouse were both planned for God’s pleasure&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. How would your marriage immediately change it you understood deeply that your spouse was created for God’s pleasure? Or if your spouse understood deeply that you were planned for God’s pleasure?&lt;/div&gt;
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A man once asked Jesus, “What’s the most important commandment?” Jesus replied, “&lt;i&gt;I can summarize the entire Bible in two statements: Love God, and love other people!&lt;/i&gt;” (Matthew 22:36-39). That includes your spouse.&lt;/div&gt;
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Life is about relationships, not achievements. First and foremost, it’s about developing a relationship with God that will last forever—we call that worship. You also worship God when you love and sacrifice for your spouse (just read through Romans 12 with a view of what its applications would mean to your marriage).&lt;/div&gt;
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Any time you give pleasure to God, you’re worshiping him, and the Bible teaches that loving your spouse—the mate God gave you for a lifetime—brings pleasure to him.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;You and your spouse were formed for God’s family&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. God made an incredible promise about gathering of even just two believers: “&lt;i&gt;For where two or three have gathered together in My name, I am there in their midst&lt;/i&gt;” (Matthew 18:20, nasb).&lt;/div&gt;
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So if both you and your spouse are believers, God is already in your marriage working to transform the two of you into a purpose-driven family unit! Isn’t that incredibly great news?&lt;/div&gt;
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But Jesus wants us to love real people—not ideal people—and your marriage is a lab for learning how to love like Jesus loves.&lt;/div&gt;
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It seems funny now, but one conflict between Kay and me in marriage was over the really trivial issue of soap! For me, a hot steamy shower is a spiritual experience—right up there with eating fresh cinnamon rolls. I also happen to be a person who gets bored quickly, so I like variety; I don’t want to use the same kind of soap all the time.&lt;/div&gt;
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One day I told Kay we needed some different kinds of soap. But I said it in a way that sounded as though our marriage was a failure because we used the same kind of soap all the time. Three or four months later at Christmas, to “get back at me”, she wrapped and placed 27 different bars of soap under the tree!&lt;/div&gt;
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My point is that within marriage, God has created an opportunity for us to develop a true intimacy and authenticity with another human being. God wants for you and your spouse to go beyond the superficial chit-chat that is, unfortunately, so common in many marriages.&lt;/div&gt;
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To go this deep requires genuine, heart-to-heart, gut-level sharing, where you and your spouse get honest about who you are and what’s happening in your lives. This happens when you both open up to each other and share your hurts, reveal your feelings, confess your failures, disclose your doubts, admit your fears, acknowledge your weaknesses, and ask each other for help and prayer.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. You and your spouse were both created to become like Christ&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. As I mentioned, marriage is laboratory for developing God’s love in you. He’ll use your spouse to build his values, attitudes, morals, and character within you.&lt;/div&gt;
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Once you understand this, a lot of what happens within your marriage will begin to make more sense. When you start to ask, “Why is this happening to me?” The answer is—to make you more like Jesus!&lt;/div&gt;
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In fact, the Bible teaches that God builds certain qualities within our lives by putting us in situations that make it difficult to show these qualities. In other words, for God to teach you real love, he’ll put you around some unlovely people. For God teach you real joy, he’ll allow you to go through times of grief. To learn inner peace and patience, he’ll allow storms of chaos and stressful situations in your life that test your patience and teach you to trust him.&lt;/div&gt;
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In his book &lt;i&gt;Sacred Marriage&lt;/i&gt;, our friend Gary, makes the case that marriage was not meant to make you happy; it was meant to make you holy. That was an eye-opener for Kay and me. It made such sense. If God’s purpose for each of our lives is to make us look more like Jesus, what better tool could he use than the marriage relationship?&lt;/div&gt;
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Who better for God to use to chisel you than the person you live with seven days a week? When the difficult times come, you just have to realize you’re being worked on! God is using each of you to shape the other person more and more into the image of Jesus.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. You and your spouse were both shaped for serving God&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. The Bible says, “&lt;i&gt;God has made us what we are. In Christ Jesus, God has made us to do good works, which God planned in advance for us to live our lives doing&lt;/i&gt;” (Ephesians 2:10, ncv).&lt;/div&gt;
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We serve God by serving others, and we serve God by serving our spouse. God shapes us for service through a variety of methods, including our spiritual gifts, our passions, our abilities, our personality, and our experiences.&lt;/div&gt;
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In fact, God will use the difficulties in your marriage to shape you into an effective minister to others. Who could better help the parents of a Down syndrome child than other parents with a Down syndrome child? Who could better help somebody recover from the pain of an addiction, a business failure, or a prodigal child than a couple who has been through these things and emerged with godly insights?&lt;/div&gt;
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Could it be that the part of your marriage you regret or resent most—that which you’ve wanted to hide or forget—is the very thing God wants to use as your ministry to help and encourage others sharing the same struggle? God doesn’t just use your strengths; he uses our weaknesses, and even our failures!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.&amp;nbsp;You and your spouse were both made for a mission&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Your marriage not only involves ministry, it also involves mission. Your ministry is to believers and your mission is to non-believers—allowing God to use your marriage as a means for telling others about his love.&lt;/div&gt;
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This may take many forms, from being a witness in your neighborhood to going overseas on mission trips together. The fact is, if you want God’s blessing on your marriage, then you must care about what God cares about most. What is that? He wants his lost children found! He wants everyone to know him and his purposes for their lives.&lt;/div&gt;
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If you want to see how much God cares about the people around you, just look at the Cross. With outstretched arms, Jesus says, “I love them this much!”&lt;/div&gt;
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Marriage is a life-long process designed to teach you to see the needs of another person as more important than your own. It’s a difficult transition because it’s not natural. It’s not natural for me to look at life from Kay’s point of view, and it’s not natural for her to look at life from my point of view.&lt;/div&gt;
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To think this way requires an intentional shift that can be made only through the power of God in your life. As you and your spouse make that shift, your marriage will become more and more purpose-driven—focused on the needs of others and balancing the purposes of worship, fellowship, discipleship, service and missions.&lt;/div&gt;
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The reward is greater than anything you could ever imagine. I’ve often thought what would have happened—or not happened—had Kay and I thrown in the towel many years ago.&lt;/div&gt;
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There would be no Saddleback Church, no purpose-driven ministry, and no “Purpose-Driven Life”!&lt;/div&gt;
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God’s plan for you and your spouse—for your marriage—is wider and deeper than anything in your wildest, craziest dreams. May our heavenly Father help you to catch this vision as you chase it into the future.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Rick Warren, pastor of Saddleback Church in Southern Californis, is best-selling author of The Purpose-Driven Life (Zondervan)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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"&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;There is nothing worse than finding yourself alone in somebody else's country during somebody else's war&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;
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The Soccer War or from original title &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wojna futbolowa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, first time when I saw the book title, I guess it is about soccer at least about soccer competition but I was wrong, it’s not only about soccer, it’s about the writer’s journey during his reportage in Third World, ‘the end of the world’, Africa and Latin America. Well, thank you Mr. Michael for allow me to borrow the book, I enjoy it because it adding my knowledge about the Third World and somehow I think it is almost the same thing in Sumba, like my Dutch friend said "Sumba, the end of the world" hehehe&lt;/div&gt;
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This book written by Ryszard Kapuściński, he was appointed by the Polish Press Agency on 1964 as its only foreign correspondent, he had witnessed twenty-seven revolution and coups, his eye-witness account of the emergence of the Third World. The Soccer War is a series of snippets from conflicts around the world, sometimes focused heavily upon the war itself, and other times bemusedly observing the activities of confused peasants, scared militia, bewildered fellow-reporters, and minor officials. It is also intensely personal, though curiously without revealing much of his life back home in Poland. One suspects the reason for this is that Kapuściński didn't have much of life back home - he reported, he traveled, he brushed up against death so many times that I'd think it would become routine, though it never did. Wherever Kapuściński was, he wrote and wrote about the conflict, burrowing as deeply into the front lines as possible, sticking his head in where it did not belong.&lt;/div&gt;
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I love what he said to Bill Buford in the end of his interview in order to answer Buford’s question:&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;How is this different from New Journalism – the work of Hunter S. Thomson, Joan Didion or Tom Wolfe – who also put a premium on the first person reporter?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;That’s an important question. And while I know nothing about New Journalism when I was in Africa, I can see now that New Journalism was the beginning for liquidating the border between fact and fiction. But New Journalism was ultimately just journalism, describing the strangeness of America. I think we have gone beyond all that. It is not a New Journalism, but a New Literature.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Why I am a writer? Why have risked my life so many times, come so close to dying? Is it to report the weirdness? To earn my salary? Mine is not a vocation, it’s a mission. I wouldn’t subject myself to these dangers if I didn’t feel that there was something overwhelmingly important – about history, about ourselves – that I felt compelled to get across. This is more than journalism.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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He is really know about his passion, isn’t he? That’s what life about! Follow your passion!!!&lt;/div&gt;
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I&amp;nbsp;didn't&amp;nbsp;notice before why Steve Jobs becoming trending topic on twitter after I read my friend status about RIP Steve Jobs, hah? I was startled. He was passing away on October 5, 2011; he died in California at age 56, seven years after being diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. Oh my…maybe the world&amp;nbsp;didn't&amp;nbsp;even know that he has cancer but he was amazing in his job. He is mostly known as co-founder, chairman and chief executive of &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/"&gt;Apple, Inc&lt;/a&gt;. one of prestigious brand in the world. Steven Paul "Steve" Jobs was on February 24, 1955, an American computer entrepreneur and innovator. Jobs also previously served as chief executive of Pixar Animation Studios; he became a member of the board of directors of The Walt Disney Company in 2006, following the acquisition of Pixar by Disney.&lt;/div&gt;
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I always admire people who being successful in their life and being an inspiration, RIP Steve Jobs…your incredible contributions to the world will be forever remembered.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/stevejobs/"&gt;Apple&lt;/a&gt; wrote on their web : “&lt;i&gt;Apple has lost a visionary and creative genius, and the world has lost an amazing human being. Those of us who have been fortunate enough to know and work with Steve have lost a dear friend and an inspiring mentor. Steve leaves behind a company that only he could have built, and his spirit will forever be the foundation of Apple&lt;/i&gt;”&lt;/div&gt;
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Yes, I agree with Apple, may what he has done always inspiring us to be a visionary, creative genius and an amazing human being!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;*Waikabubak, October 6, 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I decided to go back home on Wednesday afternoon since there’s no activity lately in office, some colleagues are going to opening ceremonial of El Tari Memorial Cup, I&amp;nbsp;didn't&amp;nbsp;really like crowded anyway and I want to be at home when my mom birthday on October 6. There’s no special program, we only have dinner together but it means a lot.&lt;/div&gt;
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This song called “The Perfect Fan” by Backstreet Boys, just for my mom&lt;/div&gt;
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It takes a lot to know what is love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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It's not the big thing but the little things&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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That can mean enough&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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A lot of players to get me through&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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There is never a day that passes by&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I don't think of you&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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You were always there for me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Pushing me and guiding me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Always to succeed&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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You showed me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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When i was young just how to grow&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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You showed me everything that i should know&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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You showed me just how to walk without your hands&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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'Cause mom you always were the perfect fan&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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God has been so good&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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With blessing me with the family&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Who did all they could&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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And I've had many years of Grace&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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And it flatters me when i see a smile on your face&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I wanna thank you for what you've done&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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In hopes I can give back to you&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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And be the perfect son&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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You showed me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
When i was young just how to grow&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
You showed me everything that i should know&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
You showed me just how to walk without your hands&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
'Cause mom you always were the perfect fan&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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You showed me how to love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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You showed me how to care&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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And showed me that you would always be there&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I wanna thank you for the time&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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And i'm proud to say you're mine&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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You showed me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
When i was young just how to grow&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
You showed me everything that i should know&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
You showed me just how to walk without your hands&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
'Cause mom you always were the perfect fan&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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'Cause Mom you always were, Mom you always were&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Mom you always were...the perfect fan&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I Love You Mom&lt;/div&gt;
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I love you mom, I am proud to be you daughter, thank you Lord!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;*Waikabubak, October 6, 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Since Mr. Michael ask me to help him install the ArcGIS 9.3, I try to install the application in his laptop but we were facing some problem, the installation guide&amp;nbsp;didn't&amp;nbsp;help me much to do it, it’s confusing me. I try to call the technical guy in Jakarta where he bought the software but it&amp;nbsp;didn't&amp;nbsp;really help, he said to bring to him, how come? We are in NTT and he is in Jakarta :p and I got impression that looks like he&amp;nbsp;doesn't&amp;nbsp;believe that I can do the installation because I am a girl and it will need some computer trick, Well try me boy! After that he only said to follow the installation guide. I try it again but still facing the problem then I try in my laptop too but unfortunately my laptop is running out of battery and I&amp;nbsp;didn't&amp;nbsp;bring the adapter and we decided to go back home. At home I continue to install the application again but still facing the same problem …Arghhhh!!! And I don’t want to call the technical guy, he is not an option! I start thinking over and over again, there’s should be a way out, I just need to think it clearly and analyze it to find the solution, after check some document and thinking ‘outside the box’ ^^ I finally made it in my laptop, Yayyyyy it works!!!! *dance*&lt;/div&gt;
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Here are the steps that I did to make it works and you know what? It a lil bit different with the installation guide, AMAZING!&lt;/div&gt;
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How to install ArcGIS 9.3 :&lt;/div&gt;
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1) Open ArcGIS 9.3\Crack\&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; install "license_server_setup\LMSetup.exe"&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; and use "localhost.efl9" as license file . Restart PC!&lt;/div&gt;
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2) Stop the services of ArcGIS license manager&lt;/div&gt;
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3) Copy all files from "license_server_crack\" to the&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; "C:\Program Files\ESRI\License\arcgis9x" replacing existing ones&lt;/div&gt;
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4) Start the services of ArcGIS license manager&lt;/div&gt;
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5) Run ESRI.exe, install the application ArcGIS Desktop&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Choose the Complete one. Restart PC!&lt;/div&gt;
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6) Copy "data_interop\fme_license.dat" to&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; "C:\Program Files\ArcGIS\Data Interoperability Extension"&lt;/div&gt;
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7) Start "Desktop Administrator" and&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; * "Software Product": choose "ArcInfo (Floating)" &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; * "License Manager": change to "localhost"&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;If cannot find the localhost, type "localhost" manually&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; * "Availability": select "ArcInfo Desktop (Floating)",&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; this should be shown some licenses&lt;/div&gt;
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8) Run ArcMap, it should be working!!!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;*Waitabula, EMM, October 4, 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Eta and I were attending a GIS training and mapping the risk of malaria held by Health Department supported by UNICEF on September 20-24, 2011. The entire participant is from Health Department and Clinics, only both of us from Regional Development Planning Board. The trainer is a lecture from Nusa Cendana University (UNDANA), Frederika R. N, she is from Wanokaka, West Sumba but grew up in Jawa, graduated from Diponegoro University for her bachelor degree and got her master degree in Japan. That’s encourage me get my master degree abroad ^^&lt;/div&gt;
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I never use GIS application before, I thought that would be difficult but I was wrong, it’s simple, well in my opinion, we just need to practice it. We were using open source application like OpenJump, Cybertracker and MapWindowsGIS, for the database we were using OpenOffice and Microsoft Office Access. After 3 days training session in Sinar Tambolaka Hotel, we went to some clinics i.e. Waimangura, Watukawula and Rada Mata to take some data using GPS and PDA, that’s why I said in my FB, looks like I can’t run away from Health things, wherever I go and do, always facing or involved with Health things (most of my family working in Health sector)&lt;/div&gt;
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Here are some examples of map that I made it:&lt;/div&gt;
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3 hari lalu kita memperingati hari Kesaktian Pancasila, tapi baru hari ini dilakukan upacara di lingkup Pegawai Negeri Sipil. Pancasila adalah ideologi dasar bagi negara Indonesia, terdiri dari dua kata Sansekerta yaitu &lt;i&gt;pañca&lt;/i&gt; berarti lima dan &lt;i&gt;śīla&lt;/i&gt; berarti prinsip atau asas. Pancasila merupakan rumusan dan pedoman kehidupan berbangsa dan bernegara bagi seluruh rakyat Indonesia. Panca Sila dikemukakan oleh Soekarno pada 1 Juni 1945 dalam pidato spontannya yang kemudian dikenal dengan judul "Lahirnya Pancasila".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Seingat saya peristiwa ini terkait dengan peristiwa 30 September 1965, yang dikenal dengan Gerakan 30 September, correct me if I am wrong. Pemberontakan ini merupakan wujud usaha mengubah unsur Pancasila menjadi ideologi komunis. Pada saat itu, enam Jendral dan beberapa orang lainnya dibunuh sebagai upaya kudeta. Namun berkat kesadaran untuk mempertahankan Pancasila maka upaya tersebut mengalami kegagalan. Maka tanggal 1 Oktober ditetapkan sebagai Hari Kesaktian Pancasila, memperingati bahwa dasar Indonesia, Pancasila, adalah sakti, tak tergantikan. Anyway busway oneway saya tidak mengerti sejarah lagi sejak peristiwa Mei 1998, sejarah seperti menjadi kabur, mana yang benar, mana yang salah, I am not sure, tapi saya Yakin, Pasti, Sure isi sila-sila Pancasila adalah sebagai berikut:&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;Ketuhanan Yang Maha Esa&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Kemanusian yang adil dan beradab&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Persatuan Indonesia&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Kerakyatan yang dipimpin oleh hikmat kebijaksanaan dalam Permusyawaratan/Perwakilan&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Keadilan sosial bagi seluruh rakyat Indonesia&lt;/li&gt;
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Hapal yach? Secara tiap senin pagi diucapkan di upacara/apel gabungan ^^&lt;/div&gt;
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In my opinion, Indonesia belum sepenuhnya menerapkan sila-sila tersebut, contohnya : Hari tersebut diperingati juga dengan peristiwa bom Bali II, masih ada saja gereja yang dibom, yang terbaru di Solo, dimana Ketuhanannya? Rakyat tidak saling menghormati dan menjamin kebebasan umat untuk beribadah, jemaat ahmadiyah masih terancam nyawanya jika beribadah, dimana letak adil dan beradabnya rakyat kita? Bagaimana mungkin kita bisa dibilang bersatu jika Ambon rusuh lagi beberapa hari yang lalu. Dimanakah hikmat saat pengambilan keputusan dalam musyarawah? Yang ada hanya emosi dan diktator. Lalu dimanakah keadilan sosial bagi seluruh rakyat Indonesia? Masih banyak rakyat miskin, pembangunan tidak merata, masih terpusat di pulau Jawa dan sekitarnya, bagaimana nasib rakyat di daerah – daerah tertinggal, di bagian timur Indonesia? TANYA KENAPA?!&lt;/div&gt;
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Please save our country, let's make it as a better place!&lt;/div&gt;
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I was home last Saturday and I usually wake up a 'lil bit late on day off or Sunday morning, I love to sleep :p, some call me Sleep Princess :D, so while I was still in bed, my mom came in to my bedroom to take something, she didn’t know that I still in bed because I cover my body with blanket, West Sumba has cold weather. When I moved, she surprises...&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;“I thought that nobody in bed, that's why I was wondering why Nona (my oldest sister) let her room mess, why she didn’t put in order everything after wake up. Come wake up!”&lt;/i&gt; she said to me.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;“Hmmmm”&lt;/i&gt; I just roll over my body.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;“Where is your dirty laundry? You didn’t bring it?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;“Yeah”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;“How odd it is!”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;“I didn’t have it”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;“How come? You didn’t back home for two weeks and you have no dirty laundry?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;“Well, I wash and clean it by myself”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;“You did it? Wow, magic! Hahaha, good girl, that’s my girl. C&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;ome, wake up, get breakfast&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;” &lt;/i&gt;She knows that I am not good to do housekeeping jobs, kind of lazy :D&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;“Yes Maam&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I just chuckle, that was a typical conversation with my mom, always joke each other. Oh dear, I love her very much, the best mom!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;*Waikabubak, October 2, 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It’s October again, Yayyyyy…. I don’t know why, every time October comes this song always come out from my mind, sang by Bethany Joy Lenz as Haley James Scott in One Tree Hill, one of my favorite TV series.&lt;/div&gt;
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- Let Me Fall -&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It's October again&lt;/div&gt;
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Leaves are coming down&lt;/div&gt;
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One more year's come and gone&lt;/div&gt;
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And nothing's changed at all&lt;/div&gt;
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Wasn't I supposed to be someone&lt;/div&gt;
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Who can face the things that I've been running from...&lt;/div&gt;
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Let me feel, I don't care if I breakdown&lt;/div&gt;
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Let me fall, even if I hit the ground&lt;/div&gt;
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And if I...Cry a little…Die a little&lt;/div&gt;
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At least I know I lived, just a little...&lt;/div&gt;
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I've become much too good at being invincible&lt;/div&gt;
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I'm an expert at play it safe, and keep it cool&lt;/div&gt;
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But I swear this isn't who I'm meant to be&lt;/div&gt;
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I refuse to let my life roll all over me...&lt;/div&gt;
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Let me feel, I don't care if I breakdown&lt;/div&gt;
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Let me fall, even if I hit the ground&lt;/div&gt;
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And if I...Cry a little…Die a little&lt;/div&gt;
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At least I know I lived, just a little...&lt;/div&gt;
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I wanna be somebody&lt;/div&gt;
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I, I wanna be somebody&lt;/div&gt;
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I wanna be somebody&lt;/div&gt;
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I, I wanna be somebody&lt;/div&gt;
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Who can face the things that I've been running from&lt;/div&gt;
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Let me feel, I don't care if I breakdown&lt;/div&gt;
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Let me fall, even if I hit the ground&lt;/div&gt;
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And if I…Cry a little…Die a little&lt;/div&gt;
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At least I know I lived...&lt;/div&gt;
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It's October again&lt;/div&gt;
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Leaves are coming down&lt;/div&gt;
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One more year's come and gone&lt;/div&gt;
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And nothing's changed at all&lt;/div&gt;
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I am not running from, I am not trying to be invisible, I don’t want be someone else, just be myself, it’s October again, means I’ll getting older :) but once again it doesn't matter because for me Life isn’t about being old or having more problem, it’s about growing to see this life from a better view because Jesus bless you more, so enjoy my (your) life.&lt;/div&gt;
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Welcome October! Be Happy!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;*Waikabubak, October 1, 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=deuteronomy%206:5-9&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;Deuteronomy 6:5-9&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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5 Love the LORD your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength.&lt;/div&gt;
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6 These commandments that I give you today are to be on your hearts.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;7 Impress them on your children. Talk about them when you sit at home and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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8 Tie them as symbols on your hands and bind them on your foreheads.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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9 Write them on the doorframes of your houses and on your gates.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://odb.org/authors/davebranon"&gt;Dave Branon&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;a href="http://ymiblogging.org/2011/09/odb-a-firm-foundation-2/"&gt;ODB&lt;/a&gt; wrote about to follow Moses’ pattern in Deuteronomy 6, taking every opportunity to teach biblical truths to children so they become familiar with biblical truths and make the truths a part of their lives. Using their interests as teaching opportunities, we repeat Bible stories so they become recognizable, while modeling a godly life before them. He call this as &lt;b&gt;FIRM&lt;/b&gt; principle.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;F = Familiarity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;I = Interest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;R = Recognition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;M = Modeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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If you ask me, who’d already did this command, then without doubt I’ll answer : of course &lt;b&gt;my dad&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;
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Since I was a kid, on kindergarten, my dad told me about the Bible, he always talked the Bible like he was telling stories, very structured and detailed at anytime, anyplace whenever we both together, of course match with my age that time. Later I finally know why I have always got good grade on Religion subject in school ^^ because I know already the Bible story from my dad. Well, I am a sinner, I am not perfect, I just trying to be a good Christian as my dad taught, still learn to be, proud of you, Dad! Someday, when I have my own kids, I’ll do the same thing ^^ so they will know and worship the living God.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Dear Customers/Partners/Colleagues/Friends,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;I would like to personally let you know that today is my last day working at Thano Technologies, starting February 4, 2011 I am leaving my position at Thano Technologies. I have enjoyed working here and I sincerely appreciate having had the chance to work with you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Thank you for the support and encouragement you have provided me during my time at Thano. I will miss our daily interactions and working on projects with you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;I would also take this opportunity to send my apology if I have done anything that offense you. I wish you continued success, happiness and good health.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Should there is any matter or tasks which are not been settled on my responsibility to bare, you can contact me at my personal mail ....@yahoo.com or my mobile phone +62 856 906.... &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Thank you for the great support, great cooperation, friendly environment and everything. Please keep in touch and take care.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;“Gong Xi Fa Cai”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Best Regards,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Erna Megawati Manna&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;email: ....@yahoo.com&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;mobile: +62 856 906....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I just read my Farewell letter which I've&amp;nbsp;posted in my Facebook account and&amp;nbsp;sent to all my&amp;nbsp;Customers/Partners/Colleagues/Friends during my last day in Thano hehehe I think I just missed them, all the people I've been work with. I never love farewell anyway but sometimes we have to face it since there a time for everything as wrote in&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Ecclesiastes%203&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;Ecclesiastes 3&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(NIV)&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;1 &lt;b&gt;There is a time for everything,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;and a season for every activity under the heavens:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;2 a time to be born and a time to die,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;a time to plant and a time to uproot,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;3 a time to kill and a time to heal,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;a time to tear down and a time to build,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;4 a time to weep and a time to laugh,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;a time to mourn and a time to dance,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;5 a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;6 a time to search and a time to give up,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;a time to keep and a time to throw away,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;7 a time to tear and a time to mend,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;a time to be silent and a time to speak,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;8 a time to love and a time to hate,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;a time for war and a time for peace.&lt;/div&gt;
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Nowadays I work already with the government as a civil servant because I want to do something for my hometown (too overrated? well, if not us who else would build/develop our hometown? ^_^), some still wondering, why I leave all my comfort zone and everything I've been reach for hehehe well everything has change and of course to reach my dream as I always said "DREAM IT, CHASE IT, and KEEP ON FAITH!" no pain no gain dude :p&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;*Waikabubak, 19 September 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7320081190292664304-2042793304963534867?l=ernamegawatimanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Thank you Lord for the best Dad in the world, thank you Lord for the best Dad that I've ever had, I really proud to be his daughter. Love you Dad and miss you so badly :* :* :*&lt;br /&gt;
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