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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:creativeCommons="http://backend.userland.com/creativeCommonsRssModule" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><title>Pages of Mariskova</title><link>http://mariskova.blogspot.com/</link><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/mariskova" /><description>Here are the pages of my life. The pictures may only show the fun sides of my life for I don't regret any single moment in life. Enjoy the pages! I hope you guys enjoy them as much as I do...

-March 7, 2005-</description><language>en</language><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Mariskova)</managingEditor><lastBuildDate>Wed, 26 Oct 2011 21:11:24 PDT</lastBuildDate><generator>Blogger</generator><atom:id xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10919947</atom:id><openSearch:totalResults xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/">519</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/">1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/">25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/mariskova" /><feedburner:info uri="mariskova" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><creativeCommons:license>http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/</creativeCommons:license><item><title>5 Years. And We Moved Out.</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/mariskova/~3/RVd0GkMZDZ4/5-years-and-we-moved-out.html</link><category>You Think It's Easy?</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariskova)</author><pubDate>Sun, 14 Mar 2010 11:17:00 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10919947.post-9002486095901228271</guid><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2010-03-15T01:33:57.154+07:00</atom:updated><atom:summary xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">MOVING... to www.mariskova.comDalam rangka merayakan ulang tahun saya tanggal 8 kemarin dan sekaligus merayakan 5 tahun saya ngeblog di alamat blogspot bersejarah ini, tanggal 8 Maret 2010 ini saya memutuskan pindah rumah. Kepindahan pakai dot com yang bayar adalah untuk memotivasi saya supaya kalau malas posting langsung berasa ke ulu hati akibat meteran jalan terus.*background gendang ditabuh </atom:summary><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/mariskova/~4/RVd0GkMZDZ4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://mariskova.blogspot.com/2010/03/5-years-and-we-moved-out.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>And then we get inspired...</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/mariskova/~3/T7MAb1uiocI/and-then-we-get-inspired.html</link><category>Englightenment</category><category>Words of Wisdom</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariskova)</author><pubDate>Thu, 25 Feb 2010 09:37:00 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10919947.post-4978327579853683308</guid><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2010-02-26T02:06:10.646+07:00</atom:updated><atom:summary xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">Kali ini saya ingin bicara soal jenis-jenis manusia yang bisa menginspirasi orang lain. Biasanya orang baik dan hebat (baca: pintar, pemberani, saint-like heart) memang dapat dengan mudah membuat orang lain terinspirasi: Mother Theresa, Pak Budiono, Barrack Obama, sampai para hollywood superhero di tivi. Lalu ada orang-orang hebat lainnya seperti Bung Karno, bahkan Pak Harto, lalu Hitler, sampai </atom:summary><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/mariskova/~4/T7MAb1uiocI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://mariskova.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-then-we-get-inspired.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>A Hallmark Card for You, Nek</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/mariskova/~3/Mb2VTIIWLns/hallmark-card-for-you-nek.html</link><category>Friends-no-foe</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariskova)</author><pubDate>Sat, 20 Feb 2010 09:01:00 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10919947.post-6834752918918352600</guid><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2010-02-21T00:12:21.033+07:00</atom:updated><atom:summary xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">Nek, if I were a Hallmark Card writer, this was what would appear on your birthday card:I was wondering what I could give for your birthday.And I have been doing that for weeks.Wondering what to give to you, I mean.I was thinking... books? chocolate? a bucket of flowers? books? Edward Norton's collection of underwears?Na-ah.And then I was thinking about writing a poem.It turned out that I was not</atom:summary><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/mariskova/~4/Mb2VTIIWLns" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://mariskova.blogspot.com/2010/02/hallmark-card-for-you-nek.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Karena Istri adalah Perempuan</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/mariskova/~3/9smAwq3GSXM/karena-istri-adalah-perempuan.html</link><category>One of those days</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariskova)</author><pubDate>Thu, 11 Feb 2010 05:52:00 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10919947.post-3495938876028509524</guid><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2010-02-11T21:53:39.710+07:00</atom:updated><atom:summary xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">Di tengah keriuhan itu, tebersit keharuan saat Antasari memeluk kedua putrinya. Tidak jauh dari sana, Ida Laksmiwati, istri Antasari, melayani pertanyaan wartawan. Tidak ada air mata di matanya. Ia tampak tegar menjawab setiap pertanyaan yang diajukan para wartawan. 'Kompas'Bu Ida berbeda dengan Bu Nova. Dengan air mata berurai, suara lantang Bu Nova terdengar ke seluruh penjuru ruangan saat </atom:summary><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/mariskova/~4/9smAwq3GSXM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://mariskova.blogspot.com/2010/02/karena-istri-adalah-perempuan.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Orang-orang Yang Teraniaya (Panjang nih!)</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/mariskova/~3/qLQJQCiVzqY/orang-orang-yang-teraniaya-panjang-nih.html</link><category>Just me</category><category>One of those days</category><category>Nightmare</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariskova)</author><pubDate>Fri, 05 Feb 2010 08:36:00 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10919947.post-3378848577444183305</guid><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2010-02-06T00:59:21.965+07:00</atom:updated><atom:summary xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">Ceramah ustadz saya yang paling berkesan buat saya adalah soal doanya orang-orang teraniaya. Kata Pak Ustadz, "doanya orang-orang yang teraniaya itu makbul. Dikabulkan Tuhan."Sampai gede, becandaan saya dengan teman-teman adalah, "Coy, aniaya gue dong. Gue lagi butuh rejeki berlimpah nih."Atau kalau hidup serius lagi susah dan saya benar-benar sedang dianiaya orang (atau orang-orang), kalimat </atom:summary><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">11</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/mariskova/~4/qLQJQCiVzqY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://mariskova.blogspot.com/2010/02/orang-orang-yang-teraniaya-panjang-nih.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>The Last Green Leaves</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/mariskova/~3/q4TT2dO3J_Q/last-green-leaves.html</link><category>Just me</category><category>Japan</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariskova)</author><pubDate>Fri, 22 Jan 2010 08:35:00 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10919947.post-4525181450143540787</guid><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2010-01-23T00:21:10.594+07:00</atom:updated><atom:summary xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">I left you when the last warm wind blew from the mountains.You were standing from a far, watching, until my back disappeared at the corner of the street.Your eyes were tears and you waved in silence.But, you didn't say goodbye.I left you when the last sound from the last student in the classroom slowly disappeared.You sat down in front of me, watching, until my eyes couldn't hold the tears </atom:summary><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/mariskova/~4/q4TT2dO3J_Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://mariskova.blogspot.com/2010/01/last-green-leaves.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Kehabisan Alasan</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/mariskova/~3/kkX-kdLIxTk/kehabisan-alasan_21.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariskova)</author><pubDate>Thu, 21 Jan 2010 08:27:00 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10919947.post-3491368033369303806</guid><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2010-01-21T23:34:03.954+07:00</atom:updated><atom:summary xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">Setiap musim hujan datang, level cerewet dan ngomel saya mendadak bertambah beberapa senti. Penyebabnya bukan banjir, jalanan macet, mobil kotor, jemuran gak kering, becek yang gak ada ojek, atau atap bocor. Bukan itu!....................Oke lah itu juga.Tapi satu hal lain yang membuat saya darah tinggi di musim hujan adalah fenomena pindahnya koloni semut ke dalam rumah: kamar tidur, kamar mandi</atom:summary><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/mariskova/~4/kkX-kdLIxTk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://mariskova.blogspot.com/2010/01/kehabisan-alasan_21.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Pity yourself!</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/mariskova/~3/Ftwj5LysQEI/pity-yourself.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariskova)</author><pubDate>Thu, 21 Jan 2010 07:22:00 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10919947.post-603087126624743701</guid><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2010-01-21T22:23:02.208+07:00</atom:updated><atom:summary xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">Ketika berada pada kondisi terjepit dimana seorang manusia di kantor saya harus membuat saya mau bekerjasama dengannya, dia berkata begini:"You don't have to like me. But you still have to do the job!"Saya spontan nyengir lebar tanpa bisa ditahan.Respon saya langsung membuat dia layu dan balik kanan bubar jalan. Mungkin dia pikir saya meremehkan intimidasinya. Seandainya dia mendengar gumaman </atom:summary><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/mariskova/~4/Ftwj5LysQEI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://mariskova.blogspot.com/2010/01/pity-yourself.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Look Who's Talking</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/mariskova/~3/tfwo8kk2wX0/look-whos-talking.html</link><category>Other soul</category><category>One of those days</category><category>You Think It's Easy?</category><category>Englightenment</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariskova)</author><pubDate>Mon, 11 Jan 2010 19:15:00 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10919947.post-7272210538402784914</guid><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2010-01-12T10:33:55.074+07:00</atom:updated><atom:summary xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">Hujan dari semalam di pagi ini belum juga reda. And I thought I could have a nice comfortable sleep from the sound of the rain.Jam 6 pagi, hujan masih mengguyur tapi saya sudah harus bangun dan mandi. Kepala yang nyut-nyut karena migrain dan bayangan akan jalanan yang pasti macet berat membuat persiapan saya ke kantor tidak ikhlas. Tidak sepenuh hati. Tapi saya harus bangun karena kewajiban </atom:summary><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/mariskova/~4/tfwo8kk2wX0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://mariskova.blogspot.com/2010/01/look-whos-talking.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Honestly?</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/mariskova/~3/AtkpFjYYj3I/honestly.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariskova)</author><pubDate>Sat, 09 Jan 2010 04:18:00 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10919947.post-5210103091410999000</guid><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2010-01-09T19:19:24.497+07:00</atom:updated><atom:summary xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">Dear you. Yes, you.Do you honestly believe I would say, "no problem. Perfectly understood." when you were late to pick up your child at my house again for the 101 times? Do you really think I'd be okay and understanding watching my son's tired face because he missed his nap whenever you failed to show up on time? Do you honestly expect me to give you my sweet smiles after you fail your promises </atom:summary><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/mariskova/~4/AtkpFjYYj3I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://mariskova.blogspot.com/2010/01/honestly.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Senyummu Mahal</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/mariskova/~3/mFAPHcJDtK8/senyummu-mahal.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariskova)</author><pubDate>Fri, 08 Jan 2010 18:24:00 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10919947.post-5641833232214634573</guid><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2010-01-09T09:24:56.841+07:00</atom:updated><atom:summary xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">Sebagai pelanggan jalan tol Jagorawi terus ke tol Wiyoto Wiyono sampai mentok, saya hapal betul kelakuan ruas-ruas tol itu. Jarang cakepnya. Sampai-sampai para host di radio yang rajin menginformasikan kondisi jalan tol (mudah-mudahan amalan mereka diterima Tuhan!) cuma punya kosakata terbatas mulai dari 'antri, padat, padat-banget-percaya-deh-sama-gue'.Kondisi ruas tol seperti itu ya wajar bila </atom:summary><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/mariskova/~4/mFAPHcJDtK8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://mariskova.blogspot.com/2010/01/senyummu-mahal.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Mohon Kebijaksanaannya</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/mariskova/~3/tlshV45fu_k/mohon-kebijaksanaannya.html</link><category>One of those days</category><category>I'd better kill you than kill myself</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariskova)</author><pubDate>Fri, 08 Jan 2010 07:31:00 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10919947.post-1844382588503370570</guid><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2010-01-08T22:51:09.285+07:00</atom:updated><atom:summary xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">Hari ini, setelah bertahun-tahun hidup di negeri ini, saya menyadari bahwa orang-orang Indonesia lebih banyak yang bijak daripada yang tidak. Apa buktinya? Dalam jangka waktu dua minggu saja, saya bisa mendengar kata kebijaksanaan disebut berkali-kali..."Nilai saya kan hanya kurang satu poin saja. Minta kebijaksanaannya lah. Jangan kaku begitu.""Anak saya kan hanya lupa bawa persyaratannya saja. </atom:summary><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/mariskova/~4/tlshV45fu_k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://mariskova.blogspot.com/2010/01/mohon-kebijaksanaannya.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>trying to be a gadget girl</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/mariskova/~3/9R6FHF3d5xg/trying-to-be-gadget-girl.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariskova)</author><pubDate>Mon, 28 Dec 2009 16:53:00 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10919947.post-2416243470538153948</guid><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2009-12-29T07:53:28.428+07:00</atom:updated><atom:summary xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">Use a mobile feature. Hope it will work. Or else.Sent from my E71 Nokia phone</atom:summary><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/mariskova/~4/9R6FHF3d5xg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://mariskova.blogspot.com/2009/12/trying-to-be-gadget-girl.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Mau Bikin Resolusi Apa Lo?</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/mariskova/~3/lgQQNQ4CYzY/mau-bikin-resolusi-apa-lo.html</link><category>One of those days</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariskova)</author><pubDate>Mon, 28 Dec 2009 03:59:00 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10919947.post-2230571895437633766</guid><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2009-12-28T19:31:09.308+07:00</atom:updated><atom:summary xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">Siang hari bolong tanpa petir, teman saya menanyakan posting saya yang baru.Saya jawab, "Posting baru? Belum ada yang baru kok."Dia merespon, "Emang belom ada yang baru."Saya nyureng, "Udah tau kok pake nanya?"Dia bilang, "Disindir kok gak ngerti?!"Lah?Dia lalu bertanya lagi kenapa saya belum juga nulis soal resolusi tahun baru seperti banyak beberapa blogger yang dia kenal. Bukannya njawab, saya</atom:summary><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/mariskova/~4/lgQQNQ4CYzY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://mariskova.blogspot.com/2009/12/mau-bikin-resolusi-apa-lo.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Broken-hearted</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/mariskova/~3/_NeWpPkEc2s/broken-hearted.html</link><category>Kill me please?</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariskova)</author><pubDate>Wed, 23 Dec 2009 10:21:00 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10919947.post-8200971138210003251</guid><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2009-12-25T02:30:09.129+07:00</atom:updated><atom:summary xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">Have you ever felt broken hearted?Today I've learntit doesn't need loveto break my heart.A whisper at the end of the phone.A message on the phone.A picture on facebook.They are enough to break my heart.Don't pity me, please.Because this pain I've been feelingis nothingcompared to the painthey are feeling.To them, I whisper strength.To them, I whisper hope.To myself, I wish I could keep this </atom:summary><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/mariskova/~4/_NeWpPkEc2s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://mariskova.blogspot.com/2009/12/broken-hearted.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Apa Arti Celana Dalam Anda?</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/mariskova/~3/ROGEuHQinPA/apa-arti-celana-dalam-anda.html</link><category>Just me</category><category>One of those days</category><category>Englightenment</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariskova)</author><pubDate>Sun, 20 Dec 2009 02:58:00 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10919947.post-6210259328500915183</guid><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2009-12-20T18:55:51.030+07:00</atom:updated><atom:summary xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">Kirimkan lah celana dalam perempuan, syukur-syukur ditambah dengan bra sekalian, kepada sekelompok laki-laki. Apa yang akan terjadi?Kemungkinan besar kelompok itu akan marah karena kumpulan perasaan yang timbul akibat kiriman tersebut: Rasa malu, rasa dihina, rasa dipermalukan, rasa dianggap banci, rasa dianggap penakut (atau malah pengecut?), rasa dianggap cengeng... apa lagi?Lalu, buat </atom:summary><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/mariskova/~4/ROGEuHQinPA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://mariskova.blogspot.com/2009/12/apa-arti-celana-dalam-anda.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Meet Me at Green Festival!</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/mariskova/~3/kp-AlGEA4F0/meet-me-at-green-festival.html</link><category>Hikari</category><category>Events</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariskova)</author><pubDate>Sat, 05 Dec 2009 04:15:00 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10919947.post-2849174171703569297</guid><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2009-12-05T19:37:29.835+07:00</atom:updated><atom:summary xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">Mari ketemu di Green Festival yuk!Green Festival adalah kegiatan yang bertujuan untuk mengajak seluruh masyarakat untuk peduli terhadap perubahan iklim yang sedang terjadi di dunia saat ini. Dengan memberikan pengetahuan dan cara – cara yang dapat mencegah dan memelihara dilingkungan tempat kita tinggal sehari – hari. -Facebook Green Festival-Hari Minggu, 6 Desember 2009, saya akan datang ke </atom:summary><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c7_s6I093dY/SxpSlAI4giI/AAAAAAAAAqk/tFcsi1VNRCE/s72-c/greenfest.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/mariskova/~4/kp-AlGEA4F0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://mariskova.blogspot.com/2009/12/meet-me-at-green-festival.html</feedburner:origLink><enclosure url="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/mariskova/~5/iek7kSvcx5U/green.festival.sebuah.pesta.rakyat" length="0" type="GreenFestivalSebuahPestaRakyat" /><feedburner:origEnclosureLink>http://sains.kompas.com/read/xml/2009/12/04/13110910/green.festival.sebuah.pesta.rakyat</feedburner:origEnclosureLink></item><item><title>Hot, Food, Cook</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/mariskova/~3/TIduwj6kLxs/hot-food-cook.html</link><category>Just me</category><category>One of those days</category><category>Englightenment</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariskova)</author><pubDate>Mon, 30 Nov 2009 06:43:00 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10919947.post-8948239733061198705</guid><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2009-11-30T23:35:22.353+07:00</atom:updated><atom:summary xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"> Generasi Mami saya mungkin tidak pernah membayangkan seorang perempuan, cantik, seksi, mungkin pintar, seperti saya Farah Quinn bisa menjadi presenter acara masak-memasak di tivi. Sejak munculnya stasiun tivi swasta di Indonesia, presenter acara masak-memasak yang punya tugas untuk mengajari ibu-ibu di rumah memasak biasanya berbentuk seorang ibu-ibu yang -maaf- agak overweight dan dari cara </atom:summary><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c7_s6I093dY/SxPvYlOQb9I/AAAAAAAAAqc/eElEW4I9MoU/s72-c/farahquinn.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/mariskova/~4/TIduwj6kLxs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://mariskova.blogspot.com/2009/11/hot-food-cook.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>YTIE series: 4) Demolition Man</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/mariskova/~3/CNBwOL0Jvz0/ytie-series-4-demolition-man.html</link><category>You Think It's Easy?</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariskova)</author><pubDate>Fri, 27 Nov 2009 08:58:00 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10919947.post-2868435031991138952</guid><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2009-11-28T01:39:48.451+07:00</atom:updated><atom:summary xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">"Even by your standard, it's too harsh coming from you."A couple of late afternoons ago a good friend of mine coming to my room and scolded me."I don't care how busy you are, right now you just have to listen to me!"I looked up from the pile of paper on my table and the blank microsoft word on my monitor to comprehend him. At that time I just got back from business things I had to take care from </atom:summary><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/mariskova/~4/CNBwOL0Jvz0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://mariskova.blogspot.com/2009/11/ytie-series-4-demolition-man.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Bunga Bulan Desember (Flower of December)</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/mariskova/~3/L6qpMUOWQgE/bunga-bulan-desember-flower-of-december.html</link><category>Just me</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariskova)</author><pubDate>Fri, 27 Nov 2009 07:44:00 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10919947.post-7071157405284642632</guid><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2009-11-27T23:40:42.691+07:00</atom:updated><atom:summary xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">Been couple of days  when I spotted a new flower collection at some street-vendor-ish plant nursery shop on the way home from work. It's Bunga Bulan December (Flower of December is the literal translation). I'm not sure its latin name or its official name. It's been years since I last spotted the flower let alone finding it at some nursery shop.The sight of the flower suddenly brought memories </atom:summary><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c7_s6I093dY/Sw_-kQ3tP-I/AAAAAAAAAp0/wNB6DT49II4/s72-c/bunga+bulan+desember.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/mariskova/~4/L6qpMUOWQgE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://mariskova.blogspot.com/2009/11/bunga-bulan-desember-flower-of-december.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>YTIE series: 3) Blogging Before Your Bosses</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/mariskova/~3/u13EoxIHrPo/ytie-series-3-blogging-before-your.html</link><category>One of those days</category><category>You Think It's Easy?</category><category>Englightenment</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariskova)</author><pubDate>Mon, 23 Nov 2009 08:33:00 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10919947.post-2828078975469395916</guid><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2009-11-24T00:06:06.593+07:00</atom:updated><atom:summary xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">The internet connection seemed friendly tonight. I used it wisely to open my 4-year-old google reader that I had abandoned and forgotten (the password) for 3 years. Surprise, surprise, I found the blogs I used to visit a long time ago when I could open a site in a blink.One of those old blogs I used to visit is the wannabegirl. I used to love her pictures and smile at her words. Then tonight I </atom:summary><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/mariskova/~4/u13EoxIHrPo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://mariskova.blogspot.com/2009/11/ytie-series-3-blogging-before-your.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Biar Kuganti Dulu Kacamataku</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/mariskova/~3/3atzUs1UC10/biar-kuganti-dulu-kacamataku.html</link><category>One of those days</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariskova)</author><pubDate>Sat, 21 Nov 2009 09:10:00 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10919947.post-3731368068498731214</guid><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2009-11-22T00:43:32.692+07:00</atom:updated><atom:summary xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">Wajah teman lama saya dalam bingkai foto muncul di layar komputer beberapa bulan yang lalu. Sejak itu setiap hari saya selalu ditemani wajahnya tak peduli apakah saya sedang ingin ditemani atau tidak. Hari ini dia berpose seperti ini. Hari lain posenya berbeda.Hari ini dia tersenyum di Jakarta. Hari lain dia tersenyum di Singapura.Hari ini dia menjadi penghuni dunia dugem. Hari lain dia menjadi </atom:summary><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/mariskova/~4/3atzUs1UC10" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://mariskova.blogspot.com/2009/11/biar-kuganti-dulu-kacamataku.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>YTIE series: 2) Find a Different Angle</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/mariskova/~3/LB2tkg6uRZU/ytie-series-2-find-different-angle.html</link><category>You Think It's Easy?</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariskova)</author><pubDate>Wed, 18 Nov 2009 08:04:00 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10919947.post-739098179954053764</guid><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2009-11-18T23:57:53.189+07:00</atom:updated><atom:summary xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">Beberapa bulan ini saya lagi punya mainan baru. Saya dan 3 manusia kurang kerjaan lain sedang menggarap sebuah blog komunitas bersama. Komunitas apa? Komunitas pendidik(an). Siapa anggotanya? Rencananya guru-guru. Rencananya.... karena sampai sekarang anggotanya baru kita berempat hehehe...Bikin mainan bareng guru ternyata njelimet: detail-oriented, visual-auditory-kinesthetic styles jadi satu, </atom:summary><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c7_s6I093dY/SwQmd4xBpOI/AAAAAAAAApk/R2QJLjq9zDA/s72-c/IMG_2755.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/mariskova/~4/LB2tkg6uRZU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://mariskova.blogspot.com/2009/11/ytie-series-2-find-different-angle.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>You Think It's Easy Series: (1) The Office-lit of Facebook</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/mariskova/~3/DilUTuArXP0/you-think-its-easy-series-1-office-lit.html</link><category>You Think It's Easy?</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariskova)</author><pubDate>Sat, 14 Nov 2009 10:30:00 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10919947.post-5905238345748578622</guid><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2009-11-15T02:56:48.017+07:00</atom:updated><atom:summary xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">I was not aware at first why I didn't have the names of my colleagues in my facebook's friends list. Until a guy asked me about my facebook's name.He said he had browsed my name without success. He had tried so many different combinations yet he had no luck finding my name. Of course. He didn't know my husband's name, that's why.He asked me why I used my husband's name because he always assumed I</atom:summary><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/mariskova/~4/DilUTuArXP0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://mariskova.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-think-its-easy-series-1-office-lit.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Die Like Everyone Else</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/mariskova/~3/6nSPo1ON-Bk/die-like-everyone-else.html</link><category>One of those days</category><category>Englightenment</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mariskova)</author><pubDate>Sat, 14 Nov 2009 08:15:00 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10919947.post-488180084001128908</guid><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2009-11-15T01:30:51.615+07:00</atom:updated><atom:summary xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">How difficult is it to handle 5000 cows in your farm?How difficult is it to herd the 5000 cows in a vast land to grass?How difficult is it to sit on the back of a jumping horse in a rodeo?It turns out it is not as difficult as trying to wear pants with your koteka on.I just watched a new program called Meet the Natives: USA aired at the National Geographic channel. From the program ad, I'm sure </atom:summary><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c7_s6I093dY/Sv7cG_fln5I/AAAAAAAAApc/sICQPyVIHBg/s72-c/meet+the+natives.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/mariskova/~4/6nSPo1ON-Bk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://mariskova.blogspot.com/2009/11/die-like-everyone-else.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>

