<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-2560329865978200150</id><updated>2024-10-25T18:07:55.144+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Her name is.. &quot;FAFA FEMCEE&quot;</title><subtitle type='html'>Behind the veil..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unkaaini.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560329865978200150/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkaaini.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Unka Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188956927872681207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSgzJxcRzj3S1jLDbNq5AZmoCwJhVNFiRnc7lzsFKdRrysVUikgoiLUXpDpFhTvkZ7DtOEQY7E7MtE7a2Vd-ddbIrpbEsXtdW2iqxZRhIKkun3akD7teHJ_xfl8NhJrQ/s220/camouflagekecil.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560329865978200150.post-8575125307895905130</id><published>2011-05-07T23:18:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T23:21:37.233+07:00</updated><title type='text'>All I want is just to make Them happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;maybe you got bored when i talk about getting married. ok, i&#39;m single, but i&#39;m in love (even i dunno whether he loves me or not). yet people here told me that he&#39;s impossible for me to get. and i don&#39;t care about what people say. all i need is a miracle. they say i havn&#39;t tried hard enough.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;when your parents are getting older, when your age number is getting higher, (humanly) you will feel like it&#39;s time for you to get married. all i want is both my parents are there when i&#39;m married (i can&#39;t imagine what it would be without them). all i want is both my parents are there to play with my kids. that&#39;s why i always mumble about getting married ASAP!! all i want is just to make My Parents happy. please make them happy. come on, Lord.. i&#39;ve been good enough for You all this time, no?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;this evening in a busway, when people are eager to get a seat, i was thinking: this seat that i&#39;m sitting on, i believe that Allah already reserved it for me long before i stepped into this busway, long before i open my wallet and pay for the ticket, long before i even think about changing my mind to use busway instead of kopaja! here i can define seat as husband for analogy. i believe that Allah has already reserved a husband for me long before i met him. another question came, what if this evening i didn&#39;t get the seat? so, now from the bottom of my heart i&#39;m asking you (yeah you..) to please pray for me. please pray so that i can get married with someone i love. immediately..&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560329865978200150/posts/default/8575125307895905130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560329865978200150/posts/default/8575125307895905130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkaaini.blogspot.com/2011/05/all-i-want-is-just-to-make-them-happy.html' title='All I want is just to make Them happy'/><author><name>Unka Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188956927872681207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSgzJxcRzj3S1jLDbNq5AZmoCwJhVNFiRnc7lzsFKdRrysVUikgoiLUXpDpFhTvkZ7DtOEQY7E7MtE7a2Vd-ddbIrpbEsXtdW2iqxZRhIKkun3akD7teHJ_xfl8NhJrQ/s220/camouflagekecil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560329865978200150.post-4311022432154487979</id><published>2011-02-06T21:29:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T23:40:57.601+07:00</updated><title type='text'>iCook: Spaghetti ala Ulil n Fafa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;yes! I cook! believe that! well, mostly Ulil was cooking and i was helping a little.. by chopping - chopping something hehehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIeMHE4rTDTuyqbay3VfZHEJuVPDpf-ZQJmc50jmDL4AiJ4eKRnVciZ2s4W-3NdBgu44tMpwwChmxcBqnw0naEhMAtGI2Y5JptIxhqXlt5xLmO2CHG8Ic4sEN_7dYXMEJezg06vIEXatU/s1600/Image111.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; &quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIeMHE4rTDTuyqbay3VfZHEJuVPDpf-ZQJmc50jmDL4AiJ4eKRnVciZ2s4W-3NdBgu44tMpwwChmxcBqnw0naEhMAtGI2Y5JptIxhqXlt5xLmO2CHG8Ic4sEN_7dYXMEJezg06vIEXatU/s200/Image111.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570597870995241698&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;ok here&#39;s the ingredients:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;1 pack of La Fonte regular pasta (long) - 250 gr I think..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Pasta Sauce - as much as you like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;tomato - as much as you like, chopped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;bawang Bombay - as much as you like, chopped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;sausage - as much as you like, chopped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;champion mushroom - as much as you like, chopped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;salt - as much as you like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;black pepper - as much as you like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;cheddar cheese - as much as you like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;first, cook the regular pasta in a hot boiling water.. oh, and add some salt also. meanwhile, ask your friend (me! :D) to chop the tomato, bawang bombay, sausage and champion mushroom. i guess ulil was frying the chopped bawang bombay, then tomato, pasta sauce, sausage and champion mushroom (later they all known as a sauce). then after the pasta is perfectly cooked, drain the water. give the pasta some mentega and stir it well. serve in a plate, first take the pasta.. then pour the sauce as topping, add some grated cheese. done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX0URMzLhWKpqQI606aIVnivD0Qq7oLSwhdTlznT7vfoXo_nMAJHUsl87Q9toUms0FggAuspZ0NvDuVOoYuUNjcSbkEENs-LnT1dcfK6xYNQ3MtKRU6TS8OdTJk80LuypchjA5Hi6YApw/s1600/Image110.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX0URMzLhWKpqQI606aIVnivD0Qq7oLSwhdTlznT7vfoXo_nMAJHUsl87Q9toUms0FggAuspZ0NvDuVOoYuUNjcSbkEENs-LnT1dcfK6xYNQ3MtKRU6TS8OdTJk80LuypchjA5Hi6YApw/s320/Image110.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570615829754350082&quot; style=&quot;cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; &quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;actually we&#39;ve made like for 5 portions, but it&#39;s finished only by two of us. Bon Appetit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560329865978200150/posts/default/4311022432154487979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560329865978200150/posts/default/4311022432154487979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkaaini.blogspot.com/2011/02/icook-spaghetti-ala-ulil-n-fafa.html' title='iCook: Spaghetti ala Ulil n Fafa'/><author><name>Unka Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188956927872681207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSgzJxcRzj3S1jLDbNq5AZmoCwJhVNFiRnc7lzsFKdRrysVUikgoiLUXpDpFhTvkZ7DtOEQY7E7MtE7a2Vd-ddbIrpbEsXtdW2iqxZRhIKkun3akD7teHJ_xfl8NhJrQ/s220/camouflagekecil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIeMHE4rTDTuyqbay3VfZHEJuVPDpf-ZQJmc50jmDL4AiJ4eKRnVciZ2s4W-3NdBgu44tMpwwChmxcBqnw0naEhMAtGI2Y5JptIxhqXlt5xLmO2CHG8Ic4sEN_7dYXMEJezg06vIEXatU/s72-c/Image111.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560329865978200150.post-5402987589370149911</id><published>2011-02-05T15:07:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T22:54:03.398+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexy Sexy Sexy!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;you might think that good looking men with six-pack and muscle are sexy. well, for me thats not it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Sexy.. acording to FAFA:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;a man who can engage me in a conversation for a long time, he definitely is sexy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a man is sexy when he threw some clever and classy jokes. guess what, women love someone who can make them laugh. and oh, I am a woman.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a man with brain!! total sexy. enough said.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a man with good musical taste is sexy. ;) if he can play instruments that would be great, so we can collaborate. but that don&#39;t really matter to me, if he can&#39;t then i would just play it. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a man who likes to sing is sexy.. if he CAN sing, that&#39;s a plus :D if I ever ask you for a duet, you are sexy.. and lucky. lol&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a man who knows how to speak in front of public is sexy. brilliant.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a man who knows how to fix things (such as: electricity, household, roof, shoes, etc.) is also sexy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a man with manner is sexy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a man who speaks multiple languages is sooo sexy.. ya that&#39;s hot!! :P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a man who can cook is also sexy.. just imagine, in the morning he wakes you up by delivering breakfast to your bed. isn&#39;t that sweet? :&#39;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;but... all the sexiness above is meaningless if he dunno about islam, never performs prayers and dunno how to recite Qur&#39;an perfectly (the tajweed, makhorijul huruf, maqam). :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560329865978200150/posts/default/5402987589370149911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560329865978200150/posts/default/5402987589370149911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkaaini.blogspot.com/2011/02/sexy-sexy-sexy.html' title='Sexy Sexy Sexy!!'/><author><name>Unka Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188956927872681207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSgzJxcRzj3S1jLDbNq5AZmoCwJhVNFiRnc7lzsFKdRrysVUikgoiLUXpDpFhTvkZ7DtOEQY7E7MtE7a2Vd-ddbIrpbEsXtdW2iqxZRhIKkun3akD7teHJ_xfl8NhJrQ/s220/camouflagekecil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560329865978200150.post-8335985832378954048</id><published>2011-02-03T23:22:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T23:38:44.323+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Would any man think of me like that?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiveSYgz2pawdP8RGRZE89L7IckIrxsUbacnScVZWttO8OuApU_FOt_iTEanE8uvNgGmhXzEcMgDT8cVDtnv8RmukJyVv80bhBnVWtRvHv_2U0aicH1xemdGCK5kjB0Jv4V9an_r2ptvSw/s1600/Image108.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; &quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiveSYgz2pawdP8RGRZE89L7IckIrxsUbacnScVZWttO8OuApU_FOt_iTEanE8uvNgGmhXzEcMgDT8cVDtnv8RmukJyVv80bhBnVWtRvHv_2U0aicH1xemdGCK5kjB0Jv4V9an_r2ptvSw/s320/Image108.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569462037977877394&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;yesterday i was meeting this girl, &lt;b&gt;Jitte&lt;/b&gt;. she&#39;s a social scientist from Belgium that interest in hiphop and would like to interview me as her part of her thesis. she saw my performance at Block Battles and she was quite amazed (that&#39;s what she said :D), so &lt;b&gt;Herdioflo &lt;/b&gt;connected me with her. we made an appointment to meet at Pasar Festival at 7 pm after my office. so i asked &lt;b&gt;Miranti&lt;/b&gt; to accompany me, and she asked &lt;b&gt;Ulil&lt;/b&gt; also to come which is great. we got there at around almost 8 pm, but Jitte has not yet to come because of macet (welcome to Jakarta! hehe). so we chose Dunkin Donuts, cozy place and it has wi-fi. oh, Miranti bought me a donut! which is really great :D (thankyou Miraaa!). so then Jitte arrived at 9:10 pm (she left the house at 6:30! severe Jakarta macet).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;then we started the talking. no i&#39;m not gonna explain about the interview. well most of them are talking about my strength and talents, i rap, i made my own music and... ok, enough said :P. what i wanna tell is, that i told her i never had a boyfriend (cos she asked me that question). after some chats she said something like this, &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&quot;if i were a man, i would consider you as a quite amazing girl, Fafa&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; which i put this awww face between surprised/flattered/doubted, which i cannot believe myself if any man would think of me like that, which i just hoped at that time that she was a man! :(( lol.. end of story.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560329865978200150/posts/default/8335985832378954048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560329865978200150/posts/default/8335985832378954048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkaaini.blogspot.com/2011/02/would-any-man-think-of-me-like-that.html' title='Would any man think of me like that?'/><author><name>Unka Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188956927872681207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSgzJxcRzj3S1jLDbNq5AZmoCwJhVNFiRnc7lzsFKdRrysVUikgoiLUXpDpFhTvkZ7DtOEQY7E7MtE7a2Vd-ddbIrpbEsXtdW2iqxZRhIKkun3akD7teHJ_xfl8NhJrQ/s220/camouflagekecil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiveSYgz2pawdP8RGRZE89L7IckIrxsUbacnScVZWttO8OuApU_FOt_iTEanE8uvNgGmhXzEcMgDT8cVDtnv8RmukJyVv80bhBnVWtRvHv_2U0aicH1xemdGCK5kjB0Jv4V9an_r2ptvSw/s72-c/Image108.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560329865978200150.post-8581167781434456679</id><published>2011-01-29T13:36:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T07:28:44.474+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ikat rambut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Last Friday.. just like usual when i came to the office i&#39;ve always had this ritual, went to the rest room for a make up.. yes, a make up. just like any other morning-after-a-long-walk, i usually wiped my sweat, this time with a toilet tissue. then i stood under the hand dryer, to dry my &#39;wet&#39; clothes and hair. then i really did this stupid thing.. i started to untie my hair and continued to dry it. i held my ikat rambut on my left hand, and tissue on my right. there&#39;s a trash can next to my left. then here it goes, i threw my ikat rambut to the trash can! well because i thought it&#39;s the tissue (that i actually held on the other hand). i still remember how my face looked a second after throwing it. priceless lol! i was gonna take it, but the feel of disgust beaten me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;so for the rest of the day, since no one had an ikat rambut that i could use, i did all my activity with my hair left untied. not that i dont have a rubber band, i do have but it&#39;s just &#39;not my level&#39;. custom rubber band always hurt me especially when i use it on my hair. during my sweaty day, just right in time when i&#39;ve finished all my works and tidied up my desk, a miracle, i&#39;ve found an ikat rambut. it was there since forever, i know. but i just dont know who it belongs to. i know i wasnt supposed to take it (since it&#39;s not mine), but i wear it anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;suddenly i realized something. this is what God wants. it&#39;s God&#39;s will that i accidentally thrown my ikat rambut. it&#39;s God&#39;s will that there&#39;s another ikat rambut at my desk. the other ikat rambut was prepared there long before i knew i would threw my ikat rambut. it was prepared long before i even asked for it. so this thought relates me to other topic.. a soul mate. i believe He&#39;s already prepared my soul mate, long before i even ask for it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Times New Roman&#39;; font-size: medium; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; &quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;And with Him are the keys of the unseen; none knows them except Him. And He knows what is on the land and in the sea. Not a leaf falls but that He knows it. And no grain is there within the darknesses of the earth and no moist or dry [thing] but that it is [written] in a clear record. (QS Al-An&#39;am 6:59)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560329865978200150/posts/default/8581167781434456679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560329865978200150/posts/default/8581167781434456679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkaaini.blogspot.com/2011/01/ikat-rambut.html' title='Ikat rambut'/><author><name>Unka Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188956927872681207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSgzJxcRzj3S1jLDbNq5AZmoCwJhVNFiRnc7lzsFKdRrysVUikgoiLUXpDpFhTvkZ7DtOEQY7E7MtE7a2Vd-ddbIrpbEsXtdW2iqxZRhIKkun3akD7teHJ_xfl8NhJrQ/s220/camouflagekecil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560329865978200150.post-4458925295253879112</id><published>2011-01-10T07:03:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T07:51:38.061+07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Sarden, with Love..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Good Morniiiiinnnggggg.... let&#39;s see what do we have today..? aaaah new menu! Nuggets ^o^ yesterday i spent a night with my uncles&#39; family. and one of my aunts bought a pack of chicken nuggets (500 gr), and it cost only Rp15000. just then i had in mind, let&#39;s say it contains 20 pcs, then it will cost 1500 per 2 pcs. well, it&#39;s actually more than 20 pcs though (around 30 or 40 i guess). ok, that&#39;s cheap enough. now let&#39;s cook some.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;i take you back to my first months here in Jakarta.. at the very first few months, i&#39;ve been a very very accountable person (let&#39;s say.. saving). i&#39;ve always counted every detail outcomes. every day i bought perkedel for lunch, which only cost Rp1000 :D lol.. as the days gone by.. when everything became more expensive, the size of perkedel is getting smaller but still with the same price. then i changed to another menu, telur dadar (omelet) which cost Rp2000 :D lol.. can you imagine, the same meals for daily routines? ok then the price of telur dadar was increased become Rp2500 and got smaller size. i then found another dish that exactly has the same price with telur dadar. a sarden (sardine). i thought that it contains more protein (but i dunno). every day i brought sarden for lunch, and my colleagues was like called me &quot;Fafa Sarden&quot; or something -_-&#39; when i thought that the price of sarden is getting more irrational, i switched to vegetables (thats one of my reason to become a vegetarian only at lunch). sayur only cost Rp2000 but after a week i was getting bored. could be because of the taste or less variation. i just cant understand how can a person survived in becoming a vegetarian for 30 years and goes on!?!?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;and today it seems like i&#39;ve found another menu :D so, welcome nuggets hehehe.. cooked only in a rice cooker (i called it my multi functional rice cooker) cos i&#39;m too lazy to go down to the kitchen. at first i have no idea on how i will cook this nuggets, whether i &#39;fried&#39; it with butter or oil, or i chopped into small pieces.. then here&#39;s what i do.. just cooked it in a rice cooker, without oil. good smell though.. and i think i smell something&#39;s burnt now!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560329865978200150/posts/default/4458925295253879112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560329865978200150/posts/default/4458925295253879112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkaaini.blogspot.com/2011/01/from-sarden-with-love.html' title='From Sarden, with Love..'/><author><name>Unka Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188956927872681207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSgzJxcRzj3S1jLDbNq5AZmoCwJhVNFiRnc7lzsFKdRrysVUikgoiLUXpDpFhTvkZ7DtOEQY7E7MtE7a2Vd-ddbIrpbEsXtdW2iqxZRhIKkun3akD7teHJ_xfl8NhJrQ/s220/camouflagekecil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560329865978200150.post-631792173221737156</id><published>2011-01-03T06:33:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T06:04:46.245+07:00</updated><title type='text'>First time after sooooome time..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;3 January 2011, first working day in 2011, will be my witness cos i&#39;m gonna wear a skirt to office :D i cant remember when was the last time i wear a skirt. let&#39;s hope that i&#39;m not gonna mess it up.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560329865978200150/posts/default/631792173221737156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560329865978200150/posts/default/631792173221737156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkaaini.blogspot.com/2011/01/first-time-after-sooooome-time.html' title='First time after sooooome time..'/><author><name>Unka Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188956927872681207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSgzJxcRzj3S1jLDbNq5AZmoCwJhVNFiRnc7lzsFKdRrysVUikgoiLUXpDpFhTvkZ7DtOEQY7E7MtE7a2Vd-ddbIrpbEsXtdW2iqxZRhIKkun3akD7teHJ_xfl8NhJrQ/s220/camouflagekecil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560329865978200150.post-5157752153936010484</id><published>2011-01-03T00:30:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T01:26:27.247+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I&#39;m pregnant?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;since past few months i&#39;ve been thinking of wearing skirt.. well, actually this idea came up from a friend&#39;s suggestion. he said that i should be more feminine. yesterday i went to PGC (Pusat Grosir Cililitan) with my aunt, to look for some skirts. been through so many stores, been seen so many motives but nothings fit me! frustated, then i went to maternity store. they got some pregnant skirts made of jeans. i tried one. surprisingly, it fitted me. then the storekeeper showed me the left side of the skirt. she said, &quot;if your pregnancy is getting bigger, u can loosen this string. it&#39;s made of rubber&quot; i was like &quot;fuck! now she must be thinking i&#39;m pregnant!&quot; then she loosen the rubber and the front of the skirt was also loose a bit.. then i left after she said that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;it&#39;s hard to look for some outfit when you&#39;re size is FAFA size. :( i think i need to start diet or fasting or working out. i wish i were 25 kgs slimmer.. well actually i&#39;m not that fat! big only on certain parts of my body like thigh, butt,... oh, once &lt;b&gt;Miranti&lt;/b&gt; told me when i asked her if my stomach is big, &quot;your boobs are bigger than your belly&quot; and she still considered that as an OK hehehe :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7dPnCvyAQ4QbTcBVs0Sd82EmiANoAD8wpGTEE9r2ZStjIwRj_wu-MzbZhVGM9YRPtLm9FjmMRWG1XHEd6MOdNOJFHdI7KtYUnxHsEktygMABti40hvcWNqtRjwZMn3y_wIz6YWiXIt_A/s320/rokfafa.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557652387031379858&quot; style=&quot;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; &quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;so after a veryyyy looooong search... finally got this two skirts that fit me. not the best cut or motives, but like i first said, they&#39;re the only skirts that fit me! lol.. at first they cost Rp135,000 each (from a different store). after some bargaining i got Rp80,000 for the grey one and Rp85,000 for the purple one. *but hell i still consider it as EXPENSIVE!!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;thing that becomes my question is, &quot;will i have guts to wear them?&quot; :s&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560329865978200150/posts/default/5157752153936010484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560329865978200150/posts/default/5157752153936010484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkaaini.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-pregnant.html' title='I&#39;m pregnant?!'/><author><name>Unka Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188956927872681207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSgzJxcRzj3S1jLDbNq5AZmoCwJhVNFiRnc7lzsFKdRrysVUikgoiLUXpDpFhTvkZ7DtOEQY7E7MtE7a2Vd-ddbIrpbEsXtdW2iqxZRhIKkun3akD7teHJ_xfl8NhJrQ/s220/camouflagekecil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7dPnCvyAQ4QbTcBVs0Sd82EmiANoAD8wpGTEE9r2ZStjIwRj_wu-MzbZhVGM9YRPtLm9FjmMRWG1XHEd6MOdNOJFHdI7KtYUnxHsEktygMABti40hvcWNqtRjwZMn3y_wIz6YWiXIt_A/s72-c/rokfafa.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560329865978200150.post-4841767427954823247</id><published>2010-12-23T05:15:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T20:44:32.484+07:00</updated><title type='text'>YES! (Year-End Syndrome!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;End of the Year will be very creepy, especially when your resolution hasn&#39;t come true. looks like i&#39;m gonna write the same resolution for next year. God, just when it happens, please make sure that i&#39;ll be ok.. :&#39;) and please give me strength to make it happen.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560329865978200150/posts/default/4841767427954823247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560329865978200150/posts/default/4841767427954823247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkaaini.blogspot.com/2010/12/yes-year-end-syndrome.html' title='YES! (Year-End Syndrome!)'/><author><name>Unka Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188956927872681207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSgzJxcRzj3S1jLDbNq5AZmoCwJhVNFiRnc7lzsFKdRrysVUikgoiLUXpDpFhTvkZ7DtOEQY7E7MtE7a2Vd-ddbIrpbEsXtdW2iqxZRhIKkun3akD7teHJ_xfl8NhJrQ/s220/camouflagekecil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560329865978200150.post-6104727053729454385</id><published>2010-12-19T10:32:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T06:34:25.590+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye Shadow Theory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;it would make no different on what thing i had applied if your first question is, &quot;are you wearing eye shadow?&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;couple days ago i start to apply this thing on to my eyes. it is part of the process of me being a woman (wow.. i&#39;ve never thought that way lol) : eye shadow and high heels (more on that later). back to the eye shadow, no one notice until one Friday, i got this conversation with this girl, &lt;b&gt;Debora&lt;/b&gt;, face to face. then she noticed something different with my eyes (i assumed) and said, &quot;are you wearing eye shadow?&quot;. ok, she got me! blushing, i then said, &quot;ya, well, no.. it&#39;s not like that. ummm.. it&#39;s a.. lipstick&quot; (not really a lipstick, it said lip conditioner in the bottom) then she laughed!  ok for most people maybe it&#39;s inapropriate, but i thought everybody is doing the same. come on, it&#39;s not just me, i guess. i saw some girls&#39; eyes with this kind of color also. just because my lip conditioner has already run out of its length, so i came up with this idea. if i can&#39;t use this thing as a lipstick anymore, then i have to find its other use. just then i saw a cotton bud. i bet you can guess what happen next.. :D hey, girls, try it! you can save up to fifty thousand (and the earth!) rather than you throw your unused lipstick. (i&#39;ll try to find out how to use it as a blush on later on :P lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;so i can conclude that if i wear a lipstick as an eye shadow, it might not be called as an eye shadow (or it might be??). but if i still keep wearing it, u will not notice the different.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560329865978200150/posts/default/6104727053729454385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560329865978200150/posts/default/6104727053729454385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkaaini.blogspot.com/2010/12/eye-shadow-theory.html' title='Eye Shadow Theory'/><author><name>Unka Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188956927872681207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSgzJxcRzj3S1jLDbNq5AZmoCwJhVNFiRnc7lzsFKdRrysVUikgoiLUXpDpFhTvkZ7DtOEQY7E7MtE7a2Vd-ddbIrpbEsXtdW2iqxZRhIKkun3akD7teHJ_xfl8NhJrQ/s220/camouflagekecil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560329865978200150.post-6122846027935469814</id><published>2010-12-13T21:30:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T13:54:25.384+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-welcome</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;whoaaaaa... it&#39;s been almost 2 years since my last update!! i don&#39;t even know if this blog is still here.. lucky that i still remember my login email and password :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;anyway i was just reading through some of my posts, and found &lt;a href=&quot;http://unkaaini.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-wishlist_20.html&quot;&gt;this post (&quot;My WhistList..&quot;)&lt;/a&gt; created on December 2008. it was 2 years ago! and for point 2 i&#39;ve already got it!! yeaaah.. i&#39;m now working in Jakarta :D (well, since December 2009 FYI). and for point 1, &quot;go hajj&quot; ummm... Ramadhan this year i went to baitullah for umrah with my parents :) (ok, that&#39;s not hajj.. but at least i&#39;ve gone there... and i still do want a hajj!! perhaps when i can afford it and have a husband with me ^^ hehehe..). point 3  (a husband)... *no comment* -_-&#39;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;that&#39;s it for now.. re-welcome.. will be back again.. FAFA :)&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560329865978200150/posts/default/6122846027935469814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560329865978200150/posts/default/6122846027935469814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkaaini.blogspot.com/2010/12/re-welcome.html' title='Re-welcome'/><author><name>Unka Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188956927872681207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSgzJxcRzj3S1jLDbNq5AZmoCwJhVNFiRnc7lzsFKdRrysVUikgoiLUXpDpFhTvkZ7DtOEQY7E7MtE7a2Vd-ddbIrpbEsXtdW2iqxZRhIKkun3akD7teHJ_xfl8NhJrQ/s220/camouflagekecil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560329865978200150.post-5325892004301566193</id><published>2009-02-22T09:19:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T09:37:39.441+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pelatihan Trainer Al-Qur&#39;an Plus</title><content type='html'>last night my parents brought me this :&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOw2OjZVFTbwhRoSIHwbKmZ7fIksQJ8KMAosa3N6bl_e8DSweA796zD4-5rA4_UivPMbs03psakq2cZIFexfMvaUVOOzt5aff3sX9NjsQ5MaCRvGQfem6r_MwnI7rPCwYdeROSPhiNj-8/s1600-h/pengum.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOw2OjZVFTbwhRoSIHwbKmZ7fIksQJ8KMAosa3N6bl_e8DSweA796zD4-5rA4_UivPMbs03psakq2cZIFexfMvaUVOOzt5aff3sX9NjsQ5MaCRvGQfem6r_MwnI7rPCwYdeROSPhiNj-8/s1600-h/pengum.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOw2OjZVFTbwhRoSIHwbKmZ7fIksQJ8KMAosa3N6bl_e8DSweA796zD4-5rA4_UivPMbs03psakq2cZIFexfMvaUVOOzt5aff3sX9NjsQ5MaCRvGQfem6r_MwnI7rPCwYdeROSPhiNj-8/s320/pengum.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305441764333241634&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i&#39;m gonna register for it today.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560329865978200150/posts/default/5325892004301566193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560329865978200150/posts/default/5325892004301566193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkaaini.blogspot.com/2009/02/pelatihan-trainer-al-quran-plus.html' title='Pelatihan Trainer Al-Qur&#39;an Plus'/><author><name>Unka Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188956927872681207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSgzJxcRzj3S1jLDbNq5AZmoCwJhVNFiRnc7lzsFKdRrysVUikgoiLUXpDpFhTvkZ7DtOEQY7E7MtE7a2Vd-ddbIrpbEsXtdW2iqxZRhIKkun3akD7teHJ_xfl8NhJrQ/s220/camouflagekecil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOw2OjZVFTbwhRoSIHwbKmZ7fIksQJ8KMAosa3N6bl_e8DSweA796zD4-5rA4_UivPMbs03psakq2cZIFexfMvaUVOOzt5aff3sX9NjsQ5MaCRvGQfem6r_MwnI7rPCwYdeROSPhiNj-8/s72-c/pengum.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560329865978200150.post-6717740574160022557</id><published>2008-12-31T17:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T18:26:05.993+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasup 2009?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;i still remember, last year, 31 December 2007, in the afternoon i spent my time with Taz cs (&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Nasa&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Dini&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Ifeb&lt;/span&gt;) watching Bee Movie at Delta Plaza. actually we didn&#39;t wanna watch that movie, but it&#39;s the only movie that had some empty seats and fitted with our schedule. the movie was fun, but didn&#39;t sad enough to make me cry. but yeah wicked times.. and in the night i had to deal with my final project cos the deadline was on January 15th lol. and i passed the midnight (&#39;til 2 am) by chatting with a friend who much less helped me in finishing my final project. haha.. i miss those times.. and tonight, how am i gonna spend my new year&#39;s eve? i&#39;m gonna turn my cell phone off, and i hope i can catch sleep before 12 or 11 pm. then i&#39;ll wake up in the next morning :D i guess it&#39;s perfect. about my resolution for 2009, hmmm.. i haven&#39;t thought about it. Happy new year 2009!! but how can i be happy if i heard the news about Palestine. they got attack by Israel. they cannot even feel the freedom in their own country. i hope Allah will always protect all brothers and sisters from all of the bad things.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560329865978200150/posts/default/6717740574160022557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560329865978200150/posts/default/6717740574160022557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkaaini.blogspot.com/2008/12/wasup-2009.html' title='Wasup 2009?!'/><author><name>Unka Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188956927872681207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSgzJxcRzj3S1jLDbNq5AZmoCwJhVNFiRnc7lzsFKdRrysVUikgoiLUXpDpFhTvkZ7DtOEQY7E7MtE7a2Vd-ddbIrpbEsXtdW2iqxZRhIKkun3akD7teHJ_xfl8NhJrQ/s220/camouflagekecil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560329865978200150.post-3916033065341546332</id><published>2008-12-26T14:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T11:55:19.659+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get well soon, L.T.K</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://pic70.picturetrail.com/VOL1898/8802430/16272518/330519486.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 533px; height: 400px; &quot; src=&quot;http://pic70.picturetrail.com/VOL1898/8802430/16272518/330519486.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Just heard from a friend that Loetoenk a.k.a LTK is now at the hospital. he&#39;s got a lung tumor. i&#39;m not sure if he&#39;s a smoker or not, but hey, this could be happened because of the ciggarettes&#39; smokes. i know excactly when there were hip-hop party or even just a technical meeting (and a non-tech meeting), you can count how many people who DIDN&#39;T smoke. me and LTK have near birthday, his on January 10th while mine is on January 13th. i&#39;m not really close with him, only met him when there were hip-hop show, and by online on Yahoo Messenger (he always messaged me first with the word &quot;papaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&quot; always with the long &#39;a&#39; lol). but he&#39;s such a good friend, he&#39;s taken my video performance on rap &#39;n roll back in 2007. for gaining funds for LTK, Surabaya hiphop will hold an event on January 4th  2009 at Samola DJ Shop. for everyone who wants to participate, you will be charged Rp20,000 per group. awwww really sad to hear the news, hope Allah will cure you, get well soon homie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560329865978200150/posts/default/3916033065341546332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560329865978200150/posts/default/3916033065341546332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkaaini.blogspot.com/2008/12/get-well-soon-ltk.html' title='Get well soon, L.T.K'/><author><name>Unka Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188956927872681207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSgzJxcRzj3S1jLDbNq5AZmoCwJhVNFiRnc7lzsFKdRrysVUikgoiLUXpDpFhTvkZ7DtOEQY7E7MtE7a2Vd-ddbIrpbEsXtdW2iqxZRhIKkun3akD7teHJ_xfl8NhJrQ/s220/camouflagekecil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560329865978200150.post-5141264111999159105</id><published>2008-12-21T12:35:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T17:13:05.732+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My WishList..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&quot;i&#39;m 23 now but will i live to see 24?&quot; Coolio - Gangsta&#39;s paradise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;next month i&#39;ll be 24. if i can make a wish (well actually more than just one wish lol), i&#39;ll ask for : a job (this is what people around me (not me!) need and want me to get at the moment), a husband (this can be later on after i got the job haha..), a room completed with a set of home studio equipment (ok, this one is expensive lol.. then i should get the job first), and of course healthy, happiness, blessings and other natural common wishes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;another one that i had dreamed for so long is... that one day i can go to hajj. could be with my parents or my husband. just when i&#39;m not yet too old, before my body get weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;ok, to make things short..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;1. go hajj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;2. a job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;3. a husband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;4. a home studio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;5. ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560329865978200150/posts/default/5141264111999159105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560329865978200150/posts/default/5141264111999159105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkaaini.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-wishlist_20.html' title='My WishList..'/><author><name>Unka Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188956927872681207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSgzJxcRzj3S1jLDbNq5AZmoCwJhVNFiRnc7lzsFKdRrysVUikgoiLUXpDpFhTvkZ7DtOEQY7E7MtE7a2Vd-ddbIrpbEsXtdW2iqxZRhIKkun3akD7teHJ_xfl8NhJrQ/s220/camouflagekecil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560329865978200150.post-5813881007713498344</id><published>2008-11-17T03:53:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:03:21.606+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Copyright? Patent? License?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;i&#39;ve just participated in a survey about Creative Commons Licenses. actually this is something i&#39;ve missed. and i wonder if any of my friends here care or know about this issues. the protection of an invention starts when the invention first exist. so when the original artist published their song for the first time, the copyright will automatically belong to the artist. exclusive rights means the artist and the others who own the copyrights may copy, reproduce and sell the copies, import and export the creation, adapt the creation, publish the creation, sell or forward the exclusive rights to other party. so the registration of a creation is not a must, but the letter of registration can be an evidence in court if one day there&#39;s a case about the creation. i&#39;m not really experienced in this, and i know how it feels when your tune is used by others without asking your permission.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560329865978200150/posts/default/5813881007713498344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560329865978200150/posts/default/5813881007713498344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkaaini.blogspot.com/2008/11/copyright-patent-license_16.html' title='Copyright? Patent? License?'/><author><name>Unka Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188956927872681207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSgzJxcRzj3S1jLDbNq5AZmoCwJhVNFiRnc7lzsFKdRrysVUikgoiLUXpDpFhTvkZ7DtOEQY7E7MtE7a2Vd-ddbIrpbEsXtdW2iqxZRhIKkun3akD7teHJ_xfl8NhJrQ/s220/camouflagekecil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560329865978200150.post-147823492571112883</id><published>2008-11-16T00:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T21:01:17.960+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Outfit (part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;i&#39;m gonna show you some shoes for my performances. actually there are two more, but these are the latest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;text-align: justify;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 144px; &quot; src=&quot;http://pic70.picturetrail.com/VOL1898/8802430/20974405/343156424.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;i used to wear this shoes when i went to campus actually, and for my daily activities. i bought it when i was on my last semester of Diploma 3 in PENS-ITS, it was in early 2005. and i wear it until i graduate from my Bachelors in ITS, in early 2008. i bought it in Pasar Atom, and the price was Rp 200,000. i like wearing it cos it’s easy to use, just slipped your foots and you’re ready to walk, and it made me a little bit taller lol. this one is light but strong, even my dad had to glue it over and over and it’s been stitched one. but now i don’t wear it anymore cos it’s broken and the repairing things won’t work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;text-align: justify;float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 144px; &quot; src=&quot;http://pic70.picturetrail.com/VOL1898/8802430/20974405/343156442.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;cos the first one has broken, so i bought this one. actually i never care about branded things. for me, as long as it good and i enjoy it, no matter branded or brandless, if i have enough money, i&#39;ll buy. and i will never buy the same kind until it&#39;s damaged. lucky that my foot size are small (38 or 39, smaller than my younger sister&#39;s) so i always found the right shoes easily. sometimes i use my sister&#39;s shoes too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;text-align: justify;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 144px; &quot; src=&quot;http://pic70.picturetrail.com/VOL1898/8802430/20974405/343156448.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;this one i bought only Rp 162,000 in JMP, bonus socks and key-chain lol. i first wore it in my graduation day. i use this one occasionally, for the job interview things. i don&#39;t like wearing lady-like shoes, but i have to. besides, its heels are not sharp so i can walk almost without having difficulty. and this definitely makes me few inches taller. i never use this on my performance, but i will probably ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560329865978200150/posts/default/147823492571112883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560329865978200150/posts/default/147823492571112883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkaaini.blogspot.com/2008/11/outfit-part-1.html' title='Outfit (part 1)'/><author><name>Unka Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188956927872681207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSgzJxcRzj3S1jLDbNq5AZmoCwJhVNFiRnc7lzsFKdRrysVUikgoiLUXpDpFhTvkZ7DtOEQY7E7MtE7a2Vd-ddbIrpbEsXtdW2iqxZRhIKkun3akD7teHJ_xfl8NhJrQ/s220/camouflagekecil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560329865978200150.post-1682649932856819639</id><published>2008-11-13T09:08:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:02:48.783+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once a rapper, always a rapper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;i met a rapper whom i&#39;ve never seen in this past 4 years. his name is &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Conrad&lt;/span&gt;, he&#39;s a German and was studying in one of university in Surabaya. i only met him twice in 2004, first when i became one of the performer in Close Up ramadhan at Mc Donald&#39;s, and he was kinda rapping a little, and second when there&#39;s a rap performance from &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Oka&lt;/span&gt; at Hugo&#39;s Cafe. just then i found his facebook, when i asked him if he&#39;s still rapping, he answered, &quot;well, once a rapper, always a rapper, hehehe.&quot; i wish i could say that too. i enjoyed rapping, flowing, rhyming, writing smart disses, but things were different now. i don&#39;t have that idea to write classy songs anymore, i guess i&#39;m loosing the spirit of making them. i&#39;m getting old and i barely know the names of those new emcees, but i&#39;m sure that they knew me cos i&#39;m... different. i guess this is it. i will still be a rapper and i&#39;m going to be part of Surabaya hip hop awakening. still, the same old me. and i will stop rapping, only if my husband tells me to :) fyi, i don&#39;t wanna have a husband who is a hiphopper lol.. i shouldn&#39;t ask for something better while me myself is a rapper. crap!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560329865978200150/posts/default/1682649932856819639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560329865978200150/posts/default/1682649932856819639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkaaini.blogspot.com/2008/11/once-rapper-always-rapper.html' title='Once a rapper, always a rapper'/><author><name>Unka Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188956927872681207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSgzJxcRzj3S1jLDbNq5AZmoCwJhVNFiRnc7lzsFKdRrysVUikgoiLUXpDpFhTvkZ7DtOEQY7E7MtE7a2Vd-ddbIrpbEsXtdW2iqxZRhIKkun3akD7teHJ_xfl8NhJrQ/s220/camouflagekecil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560329865978200150.post-7629421844527610437</id><published>2008-11-09T10:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T21:18:54.629+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disaster!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;just got home from another performance after some time, and you know what, i forgot my 2nd verse lyric! hahahaaaaa... i guess i was tired, cos i went to Solo on Thursday and went back home on Friday. and i was with &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Tyas&lt;/span&gt; for the whole Friday. as for today i only prepared the songs one night before, and finished the instrumentals in the morning. the show is called &quot;HipHop in Unity&quot;, it&#39;s a show to introduce people of hip hop movement in Surabaya. but the audience weren&#39;t so enthusiastic, maybe it&#39;s because of the bad place selection. it was held in a mall, but the mall wasn&#39;t too crowded, and the venue was hidden (it&#39;s somewhere in the corner, and i was having a hard time to find the location itself). i went with &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Tavia&lt;/span&gt; and my sister, at first i wanted Tavia to help me on the chorus part, but she&#39;s not confident with herself. and i told my sister that i can&#39;t memorized the lyric, she said that i should rap anything in case i forgot. then it happened, after the chorus i was totally blank, words came from my mouth but i couldn&#39;t understand them either. in my heart i wished that &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Chuckie&lt;/span&gt; (the DJ) would understand me and continue to the next track, in fact he didn&#39;t! seem like he didn&#39;t care at all, but then i heard someone&#39;s rapping. an emcee with purple shirt and cap came behind me and helped me to fill the emptiness. ok then, it&#39;s not so bad lol.. and the 2nd song went well anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pic70.picturetrail.com/VOL1898/8802430/16272518/342626716.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560329865978200150/posts/default/7629421844527610437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560329865978200150/posts/default/7629421844527610437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkaaini.blogspot.com/2008/11/disaster.html' title='Disaster!'/><author><name>Unka Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188956927872681207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSgzJxcRzj3S1jLDbNq5AZmoCwJhVNFiRnc7lzsFKdRrysVUikgoiLUXpDpFhTvkZ7DtOEQY7E7MtE7a2Vd-ddbIrpbEsXtdW2iqxZRhIKkun3akD7teHJ_xfl8NhJrQ/s220/camouflagekecil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560329865978200150.post-119057525009021613</id><published>2008-10-31T13:21:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:00:48.853+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration or ... ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;sometimes when i make musics or rap, i often (not too often) found that my tunes sounded like others. whether they are the tones, or my rap flows. most of it happened unintentionally, and i realized it just when the songs are done. hmmm i said most, so what about the rest? i used to listen to some musics for my reference. well not by any means of being imitator or plagiarizer, i might have copied, but i always add something different in it. i tried so that my role models didn&#39;t dominate my style. i took a little from them and add a lot from me. so i just called it &#39;inspired&#39; (intentionally) and &#39;accidentally inspired&#39; :P&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560329865978200150/posts/default/119057525009021613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560329865978200150/posts/default/119057525009021613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkaaini.blogspot.com/2008/10/inspiration-or_30.html' title='Inspiration or ... ?'/><author><name>Unka Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188956927872681207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSgzJxcRzj3S1jLDbNq5AZmoCwJhVNFiRnc7lzsFKdRrysVUikgoiLUXpDpFhTvkZ7DtOEQY7E7MtE7a2Vd-ddbIrpbEsXtdW2iqxZRhIKkun3akD7teHJ_xfl8NhJrQ/s220/camouflagekecil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560329865978200150.post-803171176113547591</id><published>2008-10-29T08:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T21:18:06.247+07:00</updated><title type='text'>&quot;Lagi sibuk apa?&quot;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;this question bothers me lately, lol. &quot;lagi sibuk apa?&quot; (&quot;what are you busy with?&quot;) cos i&#39;m not busy with music making so i just answer &quot;sibuk cari kerja, sama sibuk cari jati diri&quot; (&quot;busy with job searching and self character searching&quot;) since i&#39;m not working yet, and yeah it&#39;s really hard to find a job in Indonesia. and now most of the outsourcing companies are making the contract which is not profitable for the employee. alumni of ITS with GPA above 3 just ain&#39;t enough! well it depends.. depends on how hard you try to get that job and fate. i didn&#39;t say luck, cos it doesn&#39;t mean that when you don&#39;t get that job then you&#39;re not lucky. who knows that God decides you not to work there because it will cause bad effect for you in another day. my friend told me this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Allah answers prayers in 3 ways :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;1. says yes and gives u what u want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;2. says no and gives u something better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;3. says wait and gives u the best in the perfect time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;at least it can chill me a little :) i wonder.. is there any job for childish people like me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560329865978200150/posts/default/803171176113547591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560329865978200150/posts/default/803171176113547591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkaaini.blogspot.com/2008/10/lagi-sibuk-apa.html' title='&quot;Lagi sibuk apa?&quot;'/><author><name>Unka Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188956927872681207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSgzJxcRzj3S1jLDbNq5AZmoCwJhVNFiRnc7lzsFKdRrysVUikgoiLUXpDpFhTvkZ7DtOEQY7E7MtE7a2Vd-ddbIrpbEsXtdW2iqxZRhIKkun3akD7teHJ_xfl8NhJrQ/s220/camouflagekecil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560329865978200150.post-4003062087988935756</id><published>2008-10-27T16:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:00:03.622+07:00</updated><title type='text'>We don&#39;t need no education</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&quot;seneng deh semua female emcee otaknya gokil2!&quot; that&#39;s what &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Yacko&lt;/span&gt; said when i told her that i&#39;ve finished my bachelors. yes, i graduate in March 2008 from Electrical Engineering ITS majoring Telecommunication Multimedia. and ya i think so, many female emcees in indonesia are having good education background. ok let&#39;s start.. &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Yacko&lt;/span&gt;, she&#39;s a lecturer and she&#39;s got her MBA from University of Wollongong, Graduate Diploma of Applied IT from University of Sydney, Bachelor of Business Administration from Edith Cowan, Bachelor of Economic from Trisakti University (whoaaaa how come she has loads of degree in such a young age). &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Scario Da Sylva&lt;/span&gt;, she&#39;s finished her bachelors from IPB. &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Inka&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Ndeesaster&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Lady Gan&lt;/span&gt; are now studying in Universitas Indonesia. &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Missy Allen&lt;/span&gt;, she&#39;s studying in UNPAD. i believe that there are a lot more names than what i&#39;ve mentioned above. if you know something, then please let me know :) is that enough by just having degree? i think that the true lesson we get when we are outside of school. we learn how to communicate with others, how to respect others and how to get respect from others. we can measure our maturity by seeing how tough we overcome the obstacles, how good we take responsibilities. i&#39;m not trying to say that i&#39;ve experienced in this. in fact that i&#39;m just a childish and spoiled girl. but now i&#39;m learning, cos one day i must grow whether i like it or not. i learn from all the mistakes i&#39;ve done. i learn how to make a decision in an instant. i learn to see things from a different view. sometimes we need to loosen up our ego a little. and when trouble comes, always, don&#39;t forget that we still have God.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560329865978200150/posts/default/4003062087988935756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560329865978200150/posts/default/4003062087988935756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkaaini.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-dont-need-no-education.html' title='We don&#39;t need no education'/><author><name>Unka Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188956927872681207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSgzJxcRzj3S1jLDbNq5AZmoCwJhVNFiRnc7lzsFKdRrysVUikgoiLUXpDpFhTvkZ7DtOEQY7E7MtE7a2Vd-ddbIrpbEsXtdW2iqxZRhIKkun3akD7teHJ_xfl8NhJrQ/s220/camouflagekecil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560329865978200150.post-1270240930910442013</id><published>2008-10-27T05:39:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T21:16:50.773+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Was it an accident?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;i often ask myself a question, &lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;why do i step into hip hop?&lt;/span&gt; the same question that &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Ndok&lt;/span&gt; has given, &quot;koq kamu bisa terjun ke sini (hip hop)? kamu tuh pantesnya jadi guru ngaji.&quot; i bet you&#39;ll say the same thing if you were my friends and have known me for a long time, lol. so what about &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Yacko&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Ndeesaster&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Lady Gan&lt;/span&gt; and other female rappers? well, they are good precedents to follow, but i started rapping before i knew that they&#39;re exist. i was a vocalist of a band when i was in senior high school. we&#39;re all girls and we played pop, top 40, and anything we could (GNR, RHCP, The Offspring, Pearl Jam). we&#39;ve been into some festivals and cafe. when i was on the 2nd grade, we planned to try Eminem&#39;s song called Stan. i dunno they wanna torture me or what, cos the lyric is a long one, and i haven&#39;t really listened to hip hop at that time (i listened to RATM, Slipknot, Deftones, Korn), but i memorized all the lyric and flow only in 2 days. after that we played Limpbizkit, Crazy Town, Linkin Park, and i started to enjoy rapping. when i went to a college, another senior high school friend (&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Ndok&lt;/span&gt;) introduced me to hip hop. he&#39;s a b-boy (breakdancer) from SKJ (Soerabaja KedJang) and bomber (graffiti writer), he lent me cassettes, one i can remember was from KrisKross (the oldschool one). he also told me names of famous Surabaya hiphoppers, and also introduced me to hiphopindo site. one day, on the radio there&#39;s an interview with &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Wisha&lt;/span&gt; (Surabaya&#39;s senior rapper), so i called the radio and asked him how to write lyric and music. he explained in details about the tricks and the software for making beat, and he even gave me his phone number, on air. once i text him that i rap on MTV, it was a Linkin Park pre-party concert and i got the free invitation, there&#39;s a game and i rap, the camera took me fore some seconds lol. and then on early 2004 i met &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Saykoji&lt;/span&gt; from hiphopindo, and asked him details about making good lyrics and music. he told me something about syllables, punchlines, metaphors and a little about beat making technique. thanx God that all those people are willing to answer my questions clearly. after that i followed radio battles. after sometime of those performances, &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Ivan&lt;/span&gt; another Surabaya senior rapper, called me with &#39;Fafa - The next Yacko&#39; at first i dunno who &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Yacko&lt;/span&gt; is, he said that my voice is similiar to her. then i knew that we went to the same junior high school (SMP 6 Surabaya), if i&#39;m not mistaken, she&#39;s from class of &#39;91 and i&#39;m from class of &#39;96. i never meet her in person, only by email (when she had her concert in Surabaya (2005), in one of univ in Surabaya (UNTAG), in front of my house, i didn&#39;t meet her, cos i was doing my final project book and the next day was the deadline and my presentation. so i only heard the crowd and her raps from inside of my house), i&#39;m looking forward to meet her actually. she&#39;s a nice girl to talk with, i asked for her thought too when i wanna continue my study. at first i just knew her by her voice when a radio interviewed her, and i don&#39;t think her voice is identical to mine, at all! only when i heard her song (so what) in the radio, i was like, &#39;damn.. who&#39;s that girl.. she copy me&#39;. my friends at college also said the same thing, they thought that it was me singing the song on the radio. so the issue about the voice was true. then i started to build my own voice character, and i made it far from hers. once in 2004, i become a finalist in a Surabaya rap competition (from 10 finalists, i was the only girl). it was my first solo performance in front of very large audience, it was an outdoor performance at Mc Donald&#39;s Basuki Rahmat. before i stepped to the stage, a guy greeted me and wished me a good luck. but i just smiled and said &#39;ya thanx..&#39; like to the others. i wasn&#39;t in a fit condition that night, i forgot some words in the third verse of my lyrics :P but still the audience was super. when i came down, the guy who greeted me came to me and shake my hand, he introduced himself, &#39;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Wisha&lt;/span&gt;..&#39; God i was surprised and a little embarrassed lol. and we only had a small talk. in early 2005 i became the opening act for a group rap &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Twin Sista&lt;/span&gt; from Malang. it was in Qemi Club Surabaya and i performed together with &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Era&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Chemie&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight:bold;&quot;&gt;Kojex&lt;/span&gt;. we had a little conversation, they shared their first performance story, they said that they were totally blank and forgot the lyrics during their first performance in Ground Zero (so i&#39;m not the only one having a bad first time performance experience lol. but mine wasn&#39;t really bad thou hehehe). in early 2006 i followed the audio battle on a website. i only did 6 times (5 wins, 1 draw), at least it can improve my english a little :D and in early 2007 i released my so-called indie album called Camouflage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;so now what is it all about? was it an accident for me being a female rapper? and i dunno if i wanna go fully into hip hop. i&#39;m not sure, yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560329865978200150/posts/default/1270240930910442013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560329865978200150/posts/default/1270240930910442013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkaaini.blogspot.com/2008/10/was-it-accident.html' title='Was it an accident?'/><author><name>Unka Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188956927872681207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSgzJxcRzj3S1jLDbNq5AZmoCwJhVNFiRnc7lzsFKdRrysVUikgoiLUXpDpFhTvkZ7DtOEQY7E7MtE7a2Vd-ddbIrpbEsXtdW2iqxZRhIKkun3akD7teHJ_xfl8NhJrQ/s220/camouflagekecil.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2560329865978200150.post-1022433481670327201</id><published>2008-10-27T04:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T21:16:24.374+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from the death..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;i&#39;ve finished my study.. and i was kinda paused my hip hop activities for a while.. and after having some lack of inspirations, halt of creativity, i guess now i&#39;m gonna stand up and fight again. once a friend told me, &quot;never let go of your dreams, they&#39;re what keep you from tumbling back to reality...&quot; and i&#39;ve just realized that some people do not want me to quit from this game. and i admit that i still miss the vibe, the crowd and the camera blitz when i was on the stage holding the microphone.. priceless moments :) even if the hip hop scene in Surabaya is not really awake lately, i&#39;m sure that one day the era will be repeated, and we will rule just like previous names you&#39;ve heard from Surabaya. i believe that i can still produce good shits even when i don&#39;t use expensive equipments..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img01.picoodle.com/img/img01/3/10/26/fafabanget/f_Image298edm_38955db.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560329865978200150/posts/default/1022433481670327201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2560329865978200150/posts/default/1022433481670327201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unkaaini.blogspot.com/2008/10/back-from-death.html' title='Back from the death..'/><author><name>Unka Aini</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13188956927872681207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSgzJxcRzj3S1jLDbNq5AZmoCwJhVNFiRnc7lzsFKdRrysVUikgoiLUXpDpFhTvkZ7DtOEQY7E7MtE7a2Vd-ddbIrpbEsXtdW2iqxZRhIKkun3akD7teHJ_xfl8NhJrQ/s220/camouflagekecil.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>