<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387047498240901164</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:44:49.540-08:00</updated><category term='poetry'/><category term='hiatus.'/><category term='storytelling'/><title type='text'>Romance and Tragedy</title><subtitle type='html'>this is a phrase I come up with from wasting hours trying to answer 'what kind of sentence to put here?'</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://badriakbar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387047498240901164/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badriakbar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Badri Akbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854417402163933565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIYyGRemjio/ShFxbhg3FpI/AAAAAAAAABY/0O35W-wUZo4/S220/Babi.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387047498240901164.post-3584752555326760600</id><published>2009-12-01T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T06:46:11.235-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='storytelling'/><title type='text'>Tamat</title><content type='html'>blog gua tamat disini. gatau ntar ntar gua lanjutin lagi apa kaga, ahahaha. lagi juga mending lo pindah tumblr dah nyet, lebih keren bisa masukin gambar ga rebek kaya blogspot. mampus.&lt;div&gt;oh iye tumblr gua &lt;a href="http://badriakbar.tumblr.com"&gt;ini&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oke seperti yang biasa gua tulis di blog gua, see you kapan kapan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387047498240901164-3584752555326760600?l=badriakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387047498240901164/posts/default/3584752555326760600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387047498240901164/posts/default/3584752555326760600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badriakbar.blogspot.com/2009/12/tamat.html' title='Tamat'/><author><name>Badri Akbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854417402163933565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIYyGRemjio/ShFxbhg3FpI/AAAAAAAAABY/0O35W-wUZo4/S220/Babi.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387047498240901164.post-5511903639359463560</id><published>2009-10-16T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T07:33:53.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoar</title><content type='html'>ANJING NYET! gua nemu &lt;a href="http://badriansyah.blog.friendster.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; lama gua pas lagi iseng masukin nama sendiri di google. oke, freak, I know. tapi bokap gua juga sering kok. ini dia;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tadi siang, gua pergi bikin pasfoto dengan rambut baru gua, abis selesai difoto, hasilnya baru bisa diambil sekitar satu jam, jadinya gua duduk sambil beli sarapan dengan rambut baru gua, iseng ga ada kerjaan, gua buka eBuddy, masih dengan rambut baru gua. Di eBuddy, gua ngobrol sama Gama &lt;em&gt;"FTTM ITB 2008"&lt;/em&gt; Adam. Oh iya, waktu itu gua lagi jalan sama Gama, terus diteriakin sama orang cewe 17 taunan,&lt;strong&gt;"GAMA!",&lt;/strong&gt; pas Gama nengok, tuh cewek ngomong "eh sori, gua kira Afgan", anjir, ga lucu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, kita ngobrol ngalor ngidul, mulai dari singkatan SBPT (Saya Bukan Pak Toni), besarnya rasa sayang gua sama dia dan sebaliknya, tingkat kecepatan reaksi suatu larutan Asam Semut dengan Asam Cuka, sampe akhirnya ngomongin orang ribut. Orang beberapa detik sebelom ribut, cenderung dimulai dengan kata kata, &lt;strong&gt;"APA LO?"&lt;/strong&gt; yang diucapkan dengan intonasi marah, kesal dan terburu buru, terkadang sambil ngeliat jam, khawatir ketinggalan jam makan siang. Orang ribut ke dua, bakal menjawab dengan pertanyaan yang sama "APA LO?", kemudian baku hantam dimulai dengan sengit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Padahal, apabila ditelaah menggunakan akal sehat, pertanyaan ‘apa lo?’ sangatlah ambigu. Apa yang diharapkan penanya saat dia melontarkan pertanyaan tersebut? Coba ya, pas lo lagi tenang, ada yang nanya, "Apa lo?", lo mau jawab apa? Dia sendiri gatau musuhnya harus jawab apa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sebetulnya, keujungan ribut dan pertempuran, amatlah tergantung dari jawaban pertanyaan diatas. Contoh:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Penanya: "Apa lo?" -&gt; &lt;em&gt;diucapkan dengan marah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ditanya: "Apa yaaa" -&gt; &lt;em&gt;dijawab dengan imut, tangan dibibir, mata mengerling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasil: Apabila penanya adalah orang yang pemarah, jawabannya adalah "Bacot lo nyet!", diakhiri dengan baku hantam seadanya.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Contoh 2:&lt;br /&gt;Penanya: "Apa lo?"&lt;br /&gt;Ditanya: "Ada deh!" -&gt; &lt;em&gt;dijawab dengan mengedipkan sebelah mata&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasil: Idem dengan contoh 1, perbedaan terletak pada lokasi lebam&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Contoh 3:&lt;br /&gt;Penanya: "Apa lo?" -&gt; &lt;em&gt;masih dengan emosi dan nafas terengah seperti banteng&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ditanya: "It depends on what you want me to be, my friend, I could be anything you want me to be"&lt;br /&gt;Hasil: Penanya akan terhenyak, memberi waktu bagi ditanya untuk melancarkan serangan pertama.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Contoh 4:&lt;br /&gt;Penanya: "Apa lo?" -&gt; &lt;em&gt;emosi, niat memukul sudah sampai diubun ubun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ditanya: "Apa persamaan Diponegoro dan Cut Nyak Dien?" -&gt;&lt;em&gt;dilontarkan dengan tegas dan rahang yang terkatup rapat, tidak lupa tangan mengepal keras&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasil: "Sama sama ga punya handphone"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Contoh 5:&lt;br /&gt;Begitu liat bibir dia bergerak, elo harus langsung teriak&lt;br /&gt;Elo: "Yang ngomong abis gua monyet!" -&gt; &lt;em&gt;abis selesai ngomong, langsung tutup mulut lo dengan gerakan yang anggun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia: "Apa lo?" -&gt; &lt;em&gt;biasanya dilanjutkan dengan menggenggam keras kerah bajulo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elo (berteriak): "GUA GA BAWA PISANG!"&lt;br /&gt;Hasil: Mungkin lo dipukulin, tapi minimal dia mengakui bahwa dirinya monyet, berbanggalah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Contoh 6:&lt;br /&gt;Dia: "Apa lo?"&lt;br /&gt;Elo: "Berapa 8 + 6 x 3?"&lt;br /&gt;Hasil: 26&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kalo lo mau, ada satu cara dimana lo bisa menghajar musuh lebih cepat dan telak, lo cuman perlu tangan yang lentur dan mulut yang cepat, ini disebut dengan &lt;strong&gt;Combo Mulut &amp;amp; Pukulan&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dia: "Apa Lo?" -&gt; &lt;em&gt;marah, terlihat kokoh dan tidak mudah menyerah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elo: "Bagai berguru kepalang ajar, bagai bunga kembang tak jadi" -&gt;&lt;em&gt;sambil pukul ulu hati&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia: (Terhempas mundur)&lt;br /&gt;Elo: "Bagai menegakkan benang basah!" -&gt; &lt;em&gt;nendang pake kaki kanan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia: AH! (Terdorong menuju kekalahan)&lt;br /&gt;Elo: "Sekali mendayung 2 / 3 pulau terlampaui" -&gt; &lt;em&gt;serang pake sikut kiri lo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia: (Mulai terjatuh, terlihat akan tumbang)&lt;br /&gt;Elo: "Burung gereja terbang bergerombol, &lt;strong&gt;HANYA ELANG TERBANG SENDIRI&lt;/strong&gt;!" -&gt; bagian terakhir harus lantang dan diiringi pukulan terakhir yang gemilang&lt;br /&gt;Hasil: Ga cuman menang, elo juga bakal dinilai sebagai pujangga yang romantis&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Trying / Sensei* (coret yang tidak perlu)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387047498240901164-5511903639359463560?l=badriakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387047498240901164/posts/default/5511903639359463560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387047498240901164/posts/default/5511903639359463560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badriakbar.blogspot.com/2009/10/memoar.html' title='Memoar'/><author><name>Badri Akbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854417402163933565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIYyGRemjio/ShFxbhg3FpI/AAAAAAAAABY/0O35W-wUZo4/S220/Babi.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387047498240901164.post-5244288301794627407</id><published>2009-10-11T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T10:48:46.158-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='storytelling'/><title type='text'>Lectures And Hippies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;aliksah sebuah malam, ada seorang maling mau ngerampok sebuah rumah di perkampungan di Arab sana. tapi pas si maling udah sampe genteng, gentengnya roboh, si maling jatuh dan sialnya mendarat di meja kayu (jati) dikamar yang empunya rumah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;empunya: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"LO NGAPAIN SOB?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (gaul)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maling: &lt;i&gt;"Ik wil beroven"&lt;/i&gt; (gugup)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;empunya: &lt;i&gt;"wah kurang ajar lo! gua tampolin baru kapok lo ngejarah rumah orang!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;si maling, karena ketakutan lari keluar dari kamar, cuman sialnya, pas dia turun tangga, dibawah udah ada Esther nungguin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;JENG JENG JENG&lt;/b&gt; (klimaks kisah ini)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esther: &lt;i&gt;"vagistamine mind!"&lt;/i&gt; (seraya membuka baju)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maling: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"LUL!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (sambil mendorong Esther)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;karena kesel Esther ngambil pisau terus ngebunuh maling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tamat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pesan moral: ga selamanya dongeng itu masuk akal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387047498240901164-5244288301794627407?l=badriakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387047498240901164/posts/default/5244288301794627407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387047498240901164/posts/default/5244288301794627407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badriakbar.blogspot.com/2009/10/lectures-and-hippies.html' title='Lectures And Hippies'/><author><name>Badri Akbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854417402163933565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIYyGRemjio/ShFxbhg3FpI/AAAAAAAAABY/0O35W-wUZo4/S220/Babi.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387047498240901164.post-2255835515454976726</id><published>2009-10-09T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T11:26:25.283-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Madness Is A Word</title><content type='html'>so here we are again, my beautiful left arm, here we are again&lt;br /&gt;among those glories they shared yet we stared on those empty snares&lt;br /&gt;along those dirty bastards with those filthy whores starring as their mother&lt;br /&gt;we are not moving anywhere, my fellow worshippers, we are still here&lt;br /&gt;sitting beside the love-birds, screaming out loud after a pat on the shoulder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"love is in the fucking air eh? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE IS IN THE FUCKING AIR, ISN'T IT?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave them be, my fellow self, let the kiss made&lt;br /&gt;nails on my toes kids, like hell I'm moving somewhere&lt;br /&gt;let it be then, let me finish this chaotic moment alone&lt;br /&gt;you don't want to take the wasted hours I've been spending anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dear myself, dear my-retard-self&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you have been alone for quite a moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how long does it take to make you watch the green blackboard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that there is no 'us' in 'you and her'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the only 'us' is in 'him and her'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;learn well, my beloved self, read well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;may that dogma rots in your brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;best regard, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387047498240901164-2255835515454976726?l=badriakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387047498240901164/posts/default/2255835515454976726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387047498240901164/posts/default/2255835515454976726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badriakbar.blogspot.com/2009/10/madness-is-word.html' title='Madness Is A Word'/><author><name>Badri Akbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854417402163933565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIYyGRemjio/ShFxbhg3FpI/AAAAAAAAABY/0O35W-wUZo4/S220/Babi.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387047498240901164.post-7770799278309541213</id><published>2009-10-05T11:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T11:57:30.636-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='storytelling'/><title type='text'>Well Hello Retards!</title><content type='html'>bosen gua sama &lt;a href="http://badriakbar.tumblr.com"&gt;tumblr&lt;/a&gt;. isinya gitu gitu doang. sampahan gua levelnya jadi turun kasta nyet. dari sampah yang keren (berguna) menjadi sampah yang ga guna (celaka)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIYyGRemjio/SspBKU9jlnI/AAAAAAAAAEE/RsMRgUYNO9s/s1600-h/Gama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIYyGRemjio/SspBKU9jlnI/AAAAAAAAAEE/RsMRgUYNO9s/s400/Gama.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389191549783610994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUKAN&lt;/span&gt; Limbad)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didasari gambar diatas maka gua menyambut ulang Romansa &amp;amp; Tragedi untuk hidup kembali. HIDUPLAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387047498240901164-7770799278309541213?l=badriakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387047498240901164/posts/default/7770799278309541213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387047498240901164/posts/default/7770799278309541213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badriakbar.blogspot.com/2009/10/well-hello-retards.html' title='Well Hello Retards!'/><author><name>Badri Akbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854417402163933565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIYyGRemjio/ShFxbhg3FpI/AAAAAAAAABY/0O35W-wUZo4/S220/Babi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIYyGRemjio/SspBKU9jlnI/AAAAAAAAAEE/RsMRgUYNO9s/s72-c/Gama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387047498240901164.post-1345795970768500448</id><published>2009-09-07T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T07:54:04.158-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='storytelling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiatus.'/><title type='text'>At Us Saying Hi</title><content type='html'>good night blog. it had been a good moment we're spending together&lt;br /&gt;welcome &lt;a href="http://badriakbar.tumblr.com"&gt;tumblr&lt;/a&gt;, it will be an awesome fucked up days we're going to have&lt;br /&gt;oh iye. judul maksudnya tuh hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;judul maksudnya, maksud judulnya deng. tai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh nothing beats cursing on your own site&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387047498240901164-1345795970768500448?l=badriakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387047498240901164/posts/default/1345795970768500448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387047498240901164/posts/default/1345795970768500448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badriakbar.blogspot.com/2009/09/at-us-saying-hi.html' title='At Us Saying Hi'/><author><name>Badri Akbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854417402163933565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIYyGRemjio/ShFxbhg3FpI/AAAAAAAAABY/0O35W-wUZo4/S220/Babi.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387047498240901164.post-7966875902322016858</id><published>2009-09-02T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T14:29:58.946-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='storytelling'/><title type='text'>Wrecked This Evening Already</title><content type='html'>okeokeoke, gua mau nulis apa ya gatau gua asli. oh iya, kenapa gua sampe sekarang belom tidur? karena gua tadi gua baca di &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/badriakbar"&gt;twitter&lt;/a&gt; kalo ada temen gua, yang di deket kosannya dikasih tau kalo mau ada gempa, sumpah gua takut gila nyet. gila lo malem malem ada gempa. serem parah kali. jadinya, instead of tidur dalam ketakutan, gua menarik kesimpulan lebih baik bangun dalam takut. babi. mana gua ngantuk parah lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by-the-shit, pas euphorianya tadi lagi panas panasnya, gua menemukan beberapa ide super brilian, ide pertama yang terlontar dari otak yang jenius ini adalah, gua masukin hape, dompet, baju ganti sama iPod gua ke satu tas terus gua taro deket pintu, jadi in case of gempa, gua bisa langsung cabut dari kamar terus melesat menuju lapangan kosong. kalo aja gua punya PS3 sama tivi, gua cabut bawa itu pasti, siapa tau disaat orang orang panik gua bisa buka rental PS3. lumayan kali nyet, bayangin profitnya. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BAYANGIN PROFITNYA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;key, back to topix. ide kedua gua adalah dengan meletekkan air segelas penuh, terus gua taro di lantai. kan logikanya air yang tenang itu permukaannya stabil kan? nah pasti kalo ada gempa kan air yang gua isi segelas penuh itu tumpah kan? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANJING PINTER ABIS GUA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masalahnya nyet, niat gua melek 24 jam terpaksa kandas boi. asli gua ngantuk parah. gua butuh tidur sumpah. ciao then, wish me safe dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;we paint our sins on the ceiling, I keep them glued to my chest, it keeps me close like a promise kept. if I talk in my sleep will you just keep trying?&lt;br /&gt;-Taking Back Sunday/Set Phasers To Stun&lt;br /&gt;(this song used to reach around 250 times played, leading over Welcoming The Sophomore with 180 play-counts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dyalog of the day:&lt;br /&gt;(sambil masuk kamar temen gua, make &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FDIY&lt;/span&gt; (Failed Do It Yourself) celana-jeans-dulu-panjang-sekarang-pendek gua)&lt;br /&gt;temen gua: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(sembari menuding ke arah FDIY jeans gua) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EH ANJING! JEANS GUA TUH YE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gua: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(merasa difitnah, marah) kaga nyet, ini gua gunting sendiri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;temen gua: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(sambil tersenyum malu malu malware) eh iya deng, yang punya gua guntingannya lebih rapi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngepet lo yog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387047498240901164-7966875902322016858?l=badriakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387047498240901164/posts/default/7966875902322016858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387047498240901164/posts/default/7966875902322016858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badriakbar.blogspot.com/2009/09/wrecked-this-evening-already.html' title='Wrecked This Evening Already'/><author><name>Badri Akbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854417402163933565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIYyGRemjio/ShFxbhg3FpI/AAAAAAAAABY/0O35W-wUZo4/S220/Babi.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387047498240901164.post-4111982743597279860</id><published>2009-08-24T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T14:38:04.414-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>To A Name Where My Obsession Lies</title><content type='html'>to a name where my obsession lies from a wrist that keeps swinging&lt;br /&gt;where we stand from different corners&lt;br /&gt;saying hi and wasting time on the middle of this box-shaped world&lt;br /&gt;as I learned to throw these days away and as you learned to simply turn your cheeks away&lt;br /&gt;for me, forgetting you means spelling 'useless' on a Scrabble board&lt;br /&gt;literally useless&lt;br /&gt;but here I stand, with a new option waiting for me to take&lt;br /&gt;a perspective fits me best from yours but sounds the worst from mine&lt;br /&gt;though from this point of view, I can have my personal pleasure filled&lt;br /&gt;though from this way of thinking, this will be me&lt;br /&gt;doing what I'm good at; lying to myself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387047498240901164-4111982743597279860?l=badriakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387047498240901164/posts/default/4111982743597279860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387047498240901164/posts/default/4111982743597279860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badriakbar.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-name-where-my-obsession-lies.html' title='To A Name Where My Obsession Lies'/><author><name>Badri Akbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854417402163933565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIYyGRemjio/ShFxbhg3FpI/AAAAAAAAABY/0O35W-wUZo4/S220/Babi.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387047498240901164.post-4496947763925692431</id><published>2009-08-22T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T13:40:27.234-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='storytelling'/><title type='text'>Nuansa Bening</title><content type='html'>berhubung sekarang masih nuansa Ramadhan. gua mau berkisah, mengukir kata kata tentang puasa gua tahun ini, tahun lalu dan semasa gua bocah lalu. hmm, where to start this shit first ya? okeokeoke, jaman gua bocah dulu aja. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eh iya, for your fuck, gua nulis kalimat ini persis pas nungguin upload buat Chapter 2 dan gua batal nyeritain puasa gua, kenapa? karena perkembangan rambut gua kayanya bakal lebih asik. do I hear a deal down here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 1: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bintang Iklan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CIYyGRemjio/SpgeAQ23uhI/AAAAAAAAADQ/cKceeGCTmzg/s1600-h/Untuk+Dihujat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CIYyGRemjio/SpgeAQ23uhI/AAAAAAAAADQ/cKceeGCTmzg/s400/Untuk+Dihujat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375079145140632082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oke, despite the fact that I used to look like a fucking gay, lo semua harus ngaku kalo gua bocah ganteng. lo liat baik baik deh, ganteng gila kali gua, ditambah singlet putih dan ketek yang menyembul serta senyum seperti cover-boy majalah &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Animal Planet&lt;/span&gt;. gua tampak seperti bocah inceran om om homo pedofil. akhirnya sekarang gua sadar kenapa dulu setiap gua pergi keluar rumah, lobang pantat gua selalu disemen, apakah untuk melindungiku dari titit om om itu? entahlah.&lt;br /&gt;by the fuck, gua dulu sering jadi bintang iklan lho. gua bahkan pernah dipangku &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Katon Bagaskara &lt;/span&gt;di brosur advert. perumahan gitu, yang gua yakin brosurnya berakhir di tong sampah kalo ngga jadi bacol-an om om homo pedofil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ke-o then, moving into the next chapter, shall we not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 2: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Besar, Botak, Arogan dan Bodoh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIYyGRemjio/SpggA8ISPdI/AAAAAAAAADY/K4auwiDQXu0/s1600-h/Pas+Foto+Superb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIYyGRemjio/SpggA8ISPdI/AAAAAAAAADY/K4auwiDQXu0/s400/Pas+Foto+Superb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375081355779653074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dari jaman gua SD, rambut gua selalu statis bentuknya kaya gini. botak, terus manjangin jambang. waktu gua SD sampe SMP gua selalu potong rambut di Lutuye, begitu masuk SMA gua potong rambut di Paxi. jadi, gua dengan bangga bisa mengatakan, rambut gua pernah dibotakin mbak-mbak-yang-selalu-menyimak-gosip-guna-punya-bahan-cerita-dengan-ibu-ibu-kliennya-yang-mendatangi-salonnya, mas mas lenje yang bisa bergerak lebih gemulai dari bencong, sampai bapak bapak paruh baya, yang ga bisa bedain nanas sama semangka aja pernah botakin rambut gua. ah, memori itu mendadak menyeruak seperti sebuah pepatah &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"jika buah jambu adalah kelambu, maka buah zakar pijat sedikit kekar"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 3: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ketika Kata 'Seniman' Dan 'Gembel' Sulit Dibedakan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIYyGRemjio/SpgkNHfZIBI/AAAAAAAAADg/jP94Tpze_SQ/s1600-h/Candid+Anjing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIYyGRemjio/SpgkNHfZIBI/AAAAAAAAADg/jP94Tpze_SQ/s400/Candid+Anjing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375085963034304530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ini nih. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INI NIH ANJING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jaman keemasan rambut gua. dari gua pas foto, kelas 3 SMA awal awal, rambut gua tumbuhin, tiap 2 minggu sekali gua creambath biar ga rontok, biar rambut gua alus, bahkan gua tiap bulan selalu menyisihkan duit 120 ribu buat beli sampo khusus dari &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nu-Skin &lt;/span&gt;yang bau-nya enak abis sumpah demi apa deh, enak banget asli lidah buaya gitu. semuanya demi masa masa itu. masa masa dimana gua belom pake gelang ijo imut. parahparahparah rambut gua keren abis. udah gitu rambut bagian kiri gua lo peratiin deh, ga ada poninya gitu kan? soalnya kebakar pas gua nyalain kompor dan sayangnya, ga bisa tumbuh lagi kecuali gua botakin. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GILA LO ANJING&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;ga ada yang bisa nyuruh gua botak lagi. cukup sudah masa masa gua keluar dari salon, masuk sekolah besoknya disambut dengan koor &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"kepala biji!"&lt;/span&gt;, ngepet, muak gua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 4: Sekarang, Entah Sampai Kapan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIYyGRemjio/SpgqCWJsq5I/AAAAAAAAADo/fVPDYV2S7hE/s1600-h/Oh+Huru+Hara%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIYyGRemjio/SpgqCWJsq5I/AAAAAAAAADo/fVPDYV2S7hE/s400/Oh+Huru+Hara%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375092375061048210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rambut gua setelah keluar dari &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rock and Roll Salon&lt;/span&gt;. cuman 20 ribu, cuman kata orang orang hasilnya bagus. begitu sampe kosan, gua kan langsung mandi tuh, terus gua online, penasaran dengan rambut, gua foto make webcam. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HASILNYA BAGUS!&lt;/span&gt; gua cukup puas dengan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rock and Roll&lt;/span&gt;. tapi nyeet, begitu rambut gua kering bentuk gua kaya peranakan pudel, beruang sama patin. gendut, rambut bagian atas tipis, cuman sampingnya panjang, jago berenang lagi. begitu balik ke Jakarta, gua langsung ke &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paxi&lt;/span&gt;, mendingan keluar 50 ribu lagi daripada gua dikatain pudel. untung yang motong cekatan kaya cetakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice lah, udah lama banget nyet gua ga ngepost. kangen gila sama situs sampah berisikan omong kosong ini. and yes, like usual, this upcoming sentence will tell you about I'm going to sleep, see you around the corner!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387047498240901164-4496947763925692431?l=badriakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387047498240901164/posts/default/4496947763925692431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387047498240901164/posts/default/4496947763925692431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badriakbar.blogspot.com/2009/08/adzan-maghrib-dan-sekitarnya.html' title='Nuansa Bening'/><author><name>Badri Akbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854417402163933565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIYyGRemjio/ShFxbhg3FpI/AAAAAAAAABY/0O35W-wUZo4/S220/Babi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CIYyGRemjio/SpgeAQ23uhI/AAAAAAAAADQ/cKceeGCTmzg/s72-c/Untuk+Dihujat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387047498240901164.post-7504265644585926594</id><published>2009-08-20T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T10:35:20.728-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='storytelling'/><title type='text'>Boredom Rules</title><content type='html'>bangsat gua bosen sumpah tai.&lt;br /&gt;bosen gila nyet. lo bayangin deh, kosan ga ada tivi. GILA LO MAU NGAPAIN ANJING.&lt;br /&gt;parah parah parah parah parah, kasih gua sesuatu, kasih gua sesuatu yang bisa gua lakukan untuk mengisi waktu kosong semu ini. coba coba ye, gua punya beberapa opsi untuk dilakukan di detik detik omong kosong ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;opsi 1: mandi&lt;br /&gt;mandi, membasuh seluruh badan dengan air hangat, lantas sabunan, terus keramas, terus gosok gigi. abis itu gua handukan, make deodoran, terus selesai. selama lamanya gua mandi, rekor terlama gua 15 menit, itu juga ditambah nyukur jenggot sama kumis. jadi sekarang, 23:32, ditambah 15 menit jadi 23:47, terus gua bingung lagi mau ngapain, pinter abis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;opsi 2: nonton YouTube&lt;br /&gt;paling gua nyari videoklip, karena internet gua kenceng, paling gua buka sekitar 10 video, masing masing 30 menit. selesai nonton segala macem, paling kelar jam 00:05, abis itu bosen lagi mau ngapain. itupun 10 video, dari trackrecord gua sih, buka 5 aja bosen. berarti kurang lebih 23:50. bangsat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;opsi 3: buka bokep&lt;br /&gt;ga masuk opsi nyet, bentar lagi puasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;opsi 4: tidur&lt;br /&gt;this sounds the best, see you around the edge then&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387047498240901164-7504265644585926594?l=badriakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387047498240901164/posts/default/7504265644585926594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387047498240901164/posts/default/7504265644585926594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badriakbar.blogspot.com/2009/08/boredom-rules.html' title='Boredom Rules'/><author><name>Badri Akbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854417402163933565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIYyGRemjio/ShFxbhg3FpI/AAAAAAAAABY/0O35W-wUZo4/S220/Babi.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387047498240901164.post-4187795766660488179</id><published>2009-08-19T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T18:25:17.001-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='storytelling'/><title type='text'>Hola</title><content type='html'>yeay!&lt;br /&gt;so I'm back for adding some useless thoughts into this website. useless yet so cool/kool/kewl.&lt;br /&gt;jadi apa apa apa, yang perlu gua tulis sekarang. bentar bentar gua mikir. oh iye, mending gua tulis lirik lagu yang gua lagi denger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're turning our clock back, but never ourselves&lt;br /&gt;-Taking Back Sunday/Up Against&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teryus, gua kemaren kan baru daftar Apres - Apresiasi Seni tuh. asik nyet, cita cita gua jadi dokter semakin dekat. kan pasti lo lagi mikir nih, kenapa dokter? karena cita cita gua jadi dokter yang main bass sambil scream. GOKIL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terus terus terus terus. gua gatau mau nulis apaan, apa ya. oh iye, bentar lagi kan puasa nih nyet, jadi gua minta maaf kalo ada salah atau apa yaa. semoga puasa kali ini menjadi bulan penuh berkah buat kita. AMIN GA TUH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah tai setengah 9 nyet. gua cabut dulu mau ada kelas. goodbye and good day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387047498240901164-4187795766660488179?l=badriakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387047498240901164/posts/default/4187795766660488179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387047498240901164/posts/default/4187795766660488179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badriakbar.blogspot.com/2009/08/hola.html' title='Hola'/><author><name>Badri Akbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854417402163933565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIYyGRemjio/ShFxbhg3FpI/AAAAAAAAABY/0O35W-wUZo4/S220/Babi.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387047498240901164.post-6012187880371555412</id><published>2009-08-07T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T10:39:34.173-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='storytelling'/><title type='text'>She's Off to Chase Her Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIYyGRemjio/SnxlMyKLHOI/AAAAAAAAADA/xPCW0JlCGNQ/s1600-h/Black+Tee+Red+Flanel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIYyGRemjio/SnxlMyKLHOI/AAAAAAAAADA/xPCW0JlCGNQ/s400/Black+Tee+Red+Flanel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367276126216068322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adisti Calliandra says:&lt;br /&gt;ntar gw merasa kehilangan momen jalan malem kita cm skdr dgr lo nyanyi2 ga jelas&lt;br /&gt;ato aya ican yg munyu munyi -an&lt;br /&gt;yoga yg mellow gila klo patah hati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sumpah gua baca ini sedih asli.&lt;br /&gt;you will be missed cui, swear. it's your call to chase your dream, but it's ours to miss you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387047498240901164-6012187880371555412?l=badriakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387047498240901164/posts/default/6012187880371555412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387047498240901164/posts/default/6012187880371555412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badriakbar.blogspot.com/2009/08/shes-off-to-chase-her-dream.html' title='She&apos;s Off to Chase Her Dream'/><author><name>Badri Akbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854417402163933565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIYyGRemjio/ShFxbhg3FpI/AAAAAAAAABY/0O35W-wUZo4/S220/Babi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIYyGRemjio/SnxlMyKLHOI/AAAAAAAAADA/xPCW0JlCGNQ/s72-c/Black+Tee+Red+Flanel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387047498240901164.post-3673530857235334773</id><published>2009-08-06T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T13:53:07.527-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='storytelling'/><title type='text'>Sophomore Is As Literature As Shop For More</title><content type='html'>I'm back, I just wrote something here about couple hours ago and now I'm back for some sophomore. karena ntar gua harus ngumpul jam 5, dan gua, sekitar jam 2 tadi sadar gua udah gelepak gelepak dikasur cuman ga tidur tidur, akhirnya gua berkesimpulan seperti ini, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"daripada gua tidur terus kebablasan, mending gua ga tidur aja sekalian."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jenius memang otak gua. tai, gua mendadak inget pas &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Buka Mata 2808&lt;/span&gt;, gua baru ngantuk jam 3 pagi padahal disuruh kumpul di 28 jam 6. akhirnya gua juga menarik kesimpulan serupa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"daripada gua tidur terus kebablasan, mending ga tidur aja sekalian."&lt;/span&gt;. 2,5 jam kedepan gua lewatkan seperti boker yang menggenangi kloset, menanti untuk diflush, menunggu untuk diguyur, tidak jelas. dengan terus mendoping diri sendiri dengan rokok dan Nescafe kalengan, gua berusaha untuk tetap segar, walaupun gagal tapi kemunafikan gua mengulang kata kata &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"ini caffeine, ini membantulo tetep seger!"&lt;/span&gt; cukup manjur menipu diri sendiri. jam setengah 6, gua cabs ke 28, mana supir gua belom nongol jam segitu, X-Trail gua bawa sendiri dengan mata kreyep kreyep, setiap lampu merah, gua menjaga untuk tetep melek, usaha yang berat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jadi, gua baru membuang satu malam gua dengan blog-walking sambil download lagu sama sesekali baca &lt;a href="http://www.overheardinnewyork.com/"&gt;overheardinnewyork.com&lt;/a&gt;, harusnya bisa sambil nonton tv, cuman tv gua ditahan dikosan lama karena bokap nyokap gua ada slek pembayaran sama si empunya, tai ga tuh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another by the way, gua baru sadar tulisan gua yang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and I'm still detained, stuck and fucked-up, so I'll mourn my life in white. instead of wearing black and cry, I'll make this life a joke&lt;/span&gt; ternyata keren. keren banget malah nyet, intinya tuh kaya hidup itu ga usah dipikir berat berat, ga usah terlalu kebawa gitu, daripada lo stress sendiri? mending lo bawa ketawa tawa aja. karena gini deh, lo bayangin lo dapet masalah terus elo pendem sendiri, lo kira masalah lo kelar? kaga nyet, stress tuh ngeluarin hormon yang menghambat kemampuan berpikir sekitar 4%. mending lo bawa santai, terus lo pikir solusinya baik baik. anjing bijak banget gua, gua cuman beberapa langkah dibalik Mario Teguh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow staying alive up until this hour reminds me of home deh, ah gila kan, jadi pengen balik ke Jakarta gua, jam segini pasti masih bangun, tidurnya ntar jam 5 begitu pembantu gua pada bangun, terus gua-nya melek jam 2an. beraktifitas sebentar, cabut kemana aja yang penting ga dirumah, terus balik lagi kerumah, nyampe pager nelpon rumah, minta dibukain pintu, online internet ga jelas sampe jam 5, tidur. ulangi dari awal. then you'll have my holiday on Jakarta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skiplah, gua mau mandi, see you around sturons!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387047498240901164-3673530857235334773?l=badriakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387047498240901164/posts/default/3673530857235334773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387047498240901164/posts/default/3673530857235334773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badriakbar.blogspot.com/2009/08/sophomore-is-as-literature-as-shop-for.html' title='Sophomore Is As Literature As Shop For More'/><author><name>Badri Akbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854417402163933565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIYyGRemjio/ShFxbhg3FpI/AAAAAAAAABY/0O35W-wUZo4/S220/Babi.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387047498240901164.post-3948486405656824879</id><published>2009-08-06T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T11:02:36.037-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='storytelling'/><title type='text'>Indikasi Ketololan</title><content type='html'>sumpah bray, besok gua ngumpul jam 5 pagi, jadi at least gua harus bangun jam 4. at least. tapi sekarang, disaat seperti ini, bisa bisanya gua ngepost blog. bodo. suka suka gua mau ngepost kapan kan? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DIEM LO ANJING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oke, emosi gua meluap barusan, maaf. lain kali gua berjanji untuk lebih bisa mengontrolnya. untuk lebih bisa menjaga kestabilannya. apakah ini yang disebut sindroma stabilitas? ataukah ini hanya sekedar pertanyaan kosong biasa? ataukah ini indikasi ketololan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;menulis indikasi, gua mendadak inget lagunya &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dashboard Confessional&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Vindicated&lt;/span&gt;. mirip nyet, indikasi sama vindicated, in-di-ka-si sama vin-di-ca-ted. skip, gua terlalu malas melanjutkan omong kosong barusan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apa lagi yak? bentar bentar, oh iya, gua kangen gondrong deh, ga sampe ngebentuk kotak lagi sih, cuman gua pengen aja rambut gua panjangan lagi jadi poni kirinya bisa nutup mata gitu. kalo ngeliat bener bener cuman make mata kanan doang, yoi abis deh, berasa &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Aaron Gillespie&lt;/span&gt;, terus ntar gua daftar &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Apres&lt;/span&gt;, begitu ditanya, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"elo mau main apaan?"&lt;/span&gt; gua jawab, sambil ngelempar poni, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"gua main drum sambil nyanyi men."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GOKIL!&lt;/span&gt; cita citaku, harapanku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh tai, gua baru sadar deh, gua sering banget ngomong gitu, kalo dibikin listnya:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"eh cui, lo bayangin deh, rambut gua dipendekin, terus agak dimohawk, ke kampus make singlet putih sama jeans belel, terus dada gua ditulisin Conspiracy sama ditato Diamond, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jerinx&lt;/span&gt; abis kaga?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"nyet, gua pengen beli jaket kulit item, terus make skinny item juga, tapi kaosnya warna kuning, kemana mana make kacamata item, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Slash&lt;/span&gt; abis bego"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. (abis nyanyi sendiri, maju dua langah sambil geleng-gelengin kepala kiri-kanan, terus dilangkah ketiga, kepala diayun kebawah) &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Adam Lazzara&lt;/span&gt; abis ye?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"coba deh, gua pengen make kemeja item, terus make jas putih sama celana putih, digondrongin dikit, kalo main gitar sambil dengkul nekuk dikit, biar kaya &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dave Keuning&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"eh men, gua pengen deh, nunduk gitu, terus jalan make tangan juga selain kaki, kalo minggu pagi ke ITB, kaya &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;kuda&lt;/span&gt; kaga?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan semua orang reaksinya bakal gini&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"iya bar, serah lo deh"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"lo ngomong apaan sih nyet?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"iya bar, iyaaa"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. (hanya menatap dan diam, dibalik bibirnya yang terkatup rapat dia bertanya apa yang salah sama gua)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;khusus untuk yang kelima, reaksinya adalah &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"daripada kaya kuda lo lebih mirip babi bego."&lt;/span&gt; yang kelima belom dites, cuman paling reaksinya ga jauh dari situ. apalagi apalagi?&lt;br /&gt;entahlah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to spend my life watching as the person I worship the most walks away, leaving me staring at her back while on my mouth I pray a prayer that won't be granted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Badri Akbar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;setan, sisi melankolis kehidupan gua mulai mengucur ditengah malam yang menghitam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'm still detained, stuck and fucked-up, so I'll mourn my life in white. instead of wearing black and cry, I'll make this life a joke&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;-Badri Akbar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am I saying goodbye? now you figure the answer while I'm sleeping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387047498240901164-3948486405656824879?l=badriakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387047498240901164/posts/default/3948486405656824879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387047498240901164/posts/default/3948486405656824879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badriakbar.blogspot.com/2009/08/indikasi-ketololan.html' title='Indikasi Ketololan'/><author><name>Badri Akbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854417402163933565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIYyGRemjio/ShFxbhg3FpI/AAAAAAAAABY/0O35W-wUZo4/S220/Babi.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387047498240901164.post-2101234001260327984</id><published>2009-07-24T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T09:18:16.389-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='storytelling'/><title type='text'>Satu Dekade Dibawah Pengaruh</title><content type='html'>gua kangen nulis, sumpah.&lt;br /&gt;gua kangen nyumpelin display putih disini dengan kebacotan sendiri sambil dengerin iTunes yang meraung-raung terus kalo part lagunya asik, gua ikutan teriak sambil ngetik liriknya terus dalam kurun waktu kurang dari 5 menit kamar gua bakal digedor satpam kosan terus ngomong &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"mas, tolong jangan teriak teriak"&lt;/span&gt; dan reaksi gua bakal &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"maaf pak, tadi yang terakhir"&lt;/span&gt;. seminggu tidak melakukan itu semua, hidup gua rasanya semu. rasanya kosong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;karena buat gua tidak ngepost adalah penyebab bola kaca kasat mata yang terus berpendar ditengah ruangan, menciptakan momen diam dalam kestabilan yang konstan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phrase barusan gua jarakin soalnya keren. gua tau kata kata itu keren, pasti bentar lagi 27 huruf yang menanti untuk dirangkai bakal membisiki gua lagi dengan inspirasi tiada batas, inspirasi yang melebihi &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Oreo&lt;/span&gt; rasa ganja. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Oreo&lt;/span&gt;, gua pernah cekcok sama temen gua sekitar 10 menit, ngomongin &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Khong Guan&lt;/span&gt;, itu merek biskuit apa kerupuk. gua yakin banget waktu itu kalo &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Khong Guan&lt;/span&gt; itu merek kerupuk karena semua pedagang Ketoprak &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(K pertama di Ketoprak gatau kenapa gua capslock, lagi mood aja, maaf atas gangguan ini, silahkan diteruskan menggerakkan scroll mouse anda)&lt;/span&gt; selalu nyimpen Kerupuknya &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(idem)&lt;/span&gt; di kaleng tulisannya &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Khong Guan&lt;/span&gt;. cekcok yang panas mulai mereda karena akhirnya temen gua, si bangsat yang otaknya selevel &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Patrick Star&lt;/span&gt; koma, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tiar Karbala&lt;/span&gt;, menelurkan argumen yang sangat kuat &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"lo pikir bego, sejak kapan kerupuk dikasih merek?"&lt;/span&gt;. argumen itulah yang akhirnya bisa meruntuhkan ego gua yang terbentuk untuk mematahkan argumen semua orang di 10 menit kancah silat lidah lalu, yaitu &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"kaga njing, Khong Guan tuh kerupuk, liat aja kaleng tempat nyimpen kerupuk semua tukang ketoprak."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dengan penyampaian argumen yang bijak dari Tiar, akhirnya kalimat itu menjadi doktrin yang tertato di otak gua selama ini. pernah gua kejang 3 menit gara gara ngeliat orang jualan &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kerupuk Udang Banyuwangi&lt;/span&gt;, sambil kejang gua teriak teriak &lt;span style="font-weight:italic;"&gt;"kerupuk ga pernah punya merk"&lt;/span&gt;. akhirnya gua sadar gara gara ada yang bisikin &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Banyuwangi nama kota mas."&lt;/span&gt; dan dengan arogan, sembari berdiri dari aspal dan menyeka ludah yang berleleran dari mulut, gua tunjuk persis ke idung si pedagang sambil gua teriak dengan lantang &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"GA ADA KERUPUK YANG PUNYA MEREK!"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, si pedagang berlutut dan meminta maaf, para pejalan kaki berkata bahwa ini hanya imajinasi kosong cerita fiktif gua. gua setuju dengan mereka. apakah anda?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIYyGRemjio/SnWxCSosfVI/AAAAAAAAAC4/k7Pwvn10vs4/s1600-h/Bastards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 399px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIYyGRemjio/SnWxCSosfVI/AAAAAAAAAC4/k7Pwvn10vs4/s400/Bastards.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365389184002194770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say that moron with emo-hair in white tees is my oldman, while my oldman says that homo in his pink shirt is his son. oh yeah, blood is always thicker than water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sick of watching while the minutes pass as I go nowhere&lt;br /&gt;-All Time Low/Weightless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;godobye is a goodbye, as in "you spelled godobye? it's supposed to be a goodbye you brainless fucking moron!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS (Pipi SSSSSSSSSSSSS): judulnya ditulis karena &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A Decade Under The Influence &lt;/span&gt; punya lyrics yang keren gila, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;my worst brings out the best in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387047498240901164-2101234001260327984?l=badriakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387047498240901164/posts/default/2101234001260327984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387047498240901164/posts/default/2101234001260327984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badriakbar.blogspot.com/2009/07/satu-dekade-dibawah-pengaruh.html' title='Satu Dekade Dibawah Pengaruh'/><author><name>Badri Akbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854417402163933565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIYyGRemjio/ShFxbhg3FpI/AAAAAAAAABY/0O35W-wUZo4/S220/Babi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIYyGRemjio/SnWxCSosfVI/AAAAAAAAAC4/k7Pwvn10vs4/s72-c/Bastards.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387047498240901164.post-6320807708498678509</id><published>2009-07-22T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T08:19:48.095-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='storytelling'/><title type='text'>Demonstrasi</title><content type='html'>kembali ditugaskan kepada kami untuk mengerjakan esai baru. bertajuk "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Demonstrasi&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan gua masih stuck, bukan karena mencari kalimat penutup yang keren, ataupun lagi stuck merangkai kata kata biar bercokol makna, Microsoft Word gua aja masih kosong.&lt;br /&gt;kenapa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karena gua gatau pertanyaan pertanyaan yang harus dijawab biar essainya kelar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oke, gua mulai nulis post ini setengah jam yang lalu, dan baru sekitar 2 menit yang lalu air mata gua berenti setelah 15 menitan mengucur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bukan gara gara mood gua lagi melankolis atau apa, cuman karena gua mecahin jerawat gua sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;gua mecahin jerawat gua sendiri dengan cara disundut.&lt;br /&gt;disundut rokok sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite retard eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SAKITNYA ANJING BANGET NYET&lt;/span&gt;, parah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;begitu itu ujung rokok kena jerawat gua, reflek gua cukup bagus, yaitu:&lt;br /&gt;1. gua ngebanting rokok gua ke lantai&lt;br /&gt;2. gua teriak teriak sendiri (aduh anjing sekali, sisanya anjingnya doang)&lt;br /&gt;3. gua merasakan betapa destruktifnya gua kalo penasaran&lt;br /&gt;4. gua berpikir ini akan asik kalo dimasukin blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dengan essai kosong, jerawat gosong, air mata mengucur dan harus bangun besok pagi jam 5, gua masih terpaku didepan laptop nulis blog. gua merasa gua menyia-nyiakan waktu gua terlalu banyak. gua merasa, letih.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387047498240901164-6320807708498678509?l=badriakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387047498240901164/posts/default/6320807708498678509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387047498240901164/posts/default/6320807708498678509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badriakbar.blogspot.com/2009/07/demonstrasi.html' title='Demonstrasi'/><author><name>Badri Akbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854417402163933565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIYyGRemjio/ShFxbhg3FpI/AAAAAAAAABY/0O35W-wUZo4/S220/Babi.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387047498240901164.post-7116561148337843607</id><published>2009-07-21T00:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T00:10:56.330-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='storytelling'/><title type='text'>Post Baru</title><content type='html'>ini intro&lt;br /&gt;ini isi&lt;br /&gt;ini penutup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post ini tamat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387047498240901164-7116561148337843607?l=badriakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387047498240901164/posts/default/7116561148337843607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387047498240901164/posts/default/7116561148337843607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badriakbar.blogspot.com/2009/07/post-baru.html' title='Post Baru'/><author><name>Badri Akbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854417402163933565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIYyGRemjio/ShFxbhg3FpI/AAAAAAAAABY/0O35W-wUZo4/S220/Babi.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387047498240901164.post-8936020148402210177</id><published>2009-07-15T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T08:01:57.889-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='storytelling'/><title type='text'>Niat Wudhu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;nawaitu wudu'a lirafil hadasil asyghori fardallillahi ta'ala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oke, gua tau ini ga jelas. cuman gua lagi pengen nulis. mengganti label dibawah setelah post sebelumnya gua isi &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'Poetry'&lt;/span&gt; sekarang lagi pengen banget gua begitu selesai nulis, terus gua ngetiknya &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'Storytelling'&lt;/span&gt;. ingin sekali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ingin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dingin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bandung dingin banget nyet, ngepet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oke, ganti topik.&lt;br /&gt;oh iya, ini gua copy dari plurk adek gua:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;putiau loves babaaaang, kakak terbaik sepanjang masa banget!!!!! (...tapi cuma kalo lagi ada maunya)&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOI ABIS GA TUH? mampus gua masukin blog biar adek gua kalo baca malu.&lt;br /&gt;so that is my sister saying that I'm a good brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIYyGRemjio/Sl6uY12pXKI/AAAAAAAAACo/agtPPrbowiE/s1600-h/Sister.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIYyGRemjio/Sl6uY12pXKI/AAAAAAAAACo/agtPPrbowiE/s400/Sister.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358912348413844642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yang mirip mukanya sama sama nyolot doang sih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jadi buat penutup post ini, gua mau menulis sebuah phrase buat adek gua tersayang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;we don't hugs, we don't do kisses on the cheek, we rather dope our mood-swings by songs instead of heart-to-heart talks,  we text with "dimana nyet?" more rather than "lagi dimana?", but still, we know we love each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(tingkat keren: 10/5 = 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT LAST, I PUT &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;STORYTELLING&lt;/span&gt; ON THE LABEL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387047498240901164-8936020148402210177?l=badriakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387047498240901164/posts/default/8936020148402210177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387047498240901164/posts/default/8936020148402210177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badriakbar.blogspot.com/2009/07/niat-wudhu.html' title='Niat Wudhu'/><author><name>Badri Akbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854417402163933565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIYyGRemjio/ShFxbhg3FpI/AAAAAAAAABY/0O35W-wUZo4/S220/Babi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIYyGRemjio/Sl6uY12pXKI/AAAAAAAAACo/agtPPrbowiE/s72-c/Sister.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387047498240901164.post-3725506397859556171</id><published>2009-07-12T10:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T09:58:47.920-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Arranging Something Creative to Name After This Post With</title><content type='html'>A moment that's awed for this heroic sense of letting go&lt;br /&gt;Even though her curved lips are making it hard&lt;br /&gt;Even though her pale skin is anchoring me to silently stay&lt;br /&gt;Silently stay and watch her back as she walks away&lt;br /&gt;Though on my wrist keeps her static smile&lt;br /&gt;Yet he shouts that her smile is meant to be his&lt;br /&gt;And now here I am&lt;br /&gt;Having an ear that grows tired from listening those repeated letters&lt;br /&gt;That has held my leg from simply turning away and walking away since those months&lt;br /&gt;The same one that's keeping myself to write this down while my tongue keeps saying those words:&lt;br /&gt;That pathetically, I do love her, even though she practically doesn't&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387047498240901164-3725506397859556171?l=badriakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387047498240901164/posts/default/3725506397859556171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387047498240901164/posts/default/3725506397859556171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badriakbar.blogspot.com/2009/07/arranging-something-creative-to-name.html' title='Arranging Something Creative to Name After This Post With'/><author><name>Badri Akbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854417402163933565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIYyGRemjio/ShFxbhg3FpI/AAAAAAAAABY/0O35W-wUZo4/S220/Babi.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387047498240901164.post-868643717171013030</id><published>2009-07-06T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T20:04:06.911-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='storytelling'/><title type='text'>This Blue Ting Tings</title><content type='html'>sebenernya gua mau namain post ini The Blue Thing. cuman karena iTunes gua lagi ngeplay &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Ting Tings&lt;/span&gt; jadinya, ya gitulah. untung bukan The Killers nyet, ga lucu banget kalo judulnya&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; The Blue Killers&lt;/span&gt;, sok sok keren tai. untung juga bukan Kuburan, karena &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Blue Kuburan&lt;/span&gt; akan terdengar amat amat sangat menyedihkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pernyataannya, kenapa the Blue? karena gua suka Blue, ALL RISE! kuartet personil Blue sering sekali memenuhi mimpi gua, mereka berempat bertelanjang dada dan berangkulan. That sounds gay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh iya cui, gua jadi taplok. yoi abis dah. gua jadi taplok! mimpi gua terpenuhi sudah. cita cita gua untuk punya baju biru Petrapijar yang kool itu tinggal beberapa langkah lagi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jadi gimana pada akhirnya gua bisa jadi taplok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;begini, setelah kemaren hari Senin gua dateng diklat bawa bawa lilin terus ngerjain resume sampah ga jelas. terus meranin drama yang gua berperan sebagai Pencuri 2 yang make baju koko kekecilan (emo). terus malem malem jam 7 disuruh baris. terus seniornya bilang &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"tutup mata kalian!"&lt;/span&gt; kan gua merem tuh. terus dia teriak lagi &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"masuki alam relaksasi anda lebih dalam, lebih dalam lagi, dan applause dari penonton akan mengiringi anda memasuki alam relaksasi anda!"&lt;/span&gt;. gua kaget, pas gua liat ternyata ada Romi Rafael&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RO-RO-ROMI RAFAEL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maaf maaf, disuruh merem doang kok ga dihipnotis. terus ada senior keliling keliling ngiketin pita ditangan gua. gua kaget. cuman karena masih disuruh merem jadinya gua masih merem (taat). pas akhirnya disuruh melek, gua masih merem, eh &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TERNYATA GUA KETIDURAN GITU DEH&lt;/span&gt; (ga lucu).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pas akhirnya melek. seniornya bilang kalo ada yang diiketin warna merah, biru, sama ijo. karena gelap gitu gua jadi bingung gua make warna ijo apa biru. sumpah. mau ngeluarin hape agak agak jiper soalnya gua baris dibelakang. akhirnya ada senior lewat gua tanyain &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"maaf kak, ini biru apa ijo ya?"&lt;/span&gt;. dia jawab sambil ketawa ditahan gitu, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"biru dek"&lt;/span&gt;. GUA DIPANGGIL DEK. GUA BERASA MUDA. akhirnya ada yang mengakui gua masih muda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terus seniornya yang berempat didepan (pentolan) cerita macem macem tentang keamanan, taplok sama medik. terus akhirnya Salam Ganesha, gila banget pas Salam Ganesha, gua teriak udah kaya apaan tai. seneng gila gua jadi taplok. pas dibubarin gitu taplok taplok yang dari 2007-nya pada ngumpul teriak teriak &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"TAPLOK CERIA! CERIA! CERIA!"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; gua sok ikutan aja. terus gua menangis soalnya terharu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terus gua nyari Gilang tuh. Gilang si Sebat. kenapa nyari Gilang? soalnya arah baliknya kan sama, lagian juga Gilang tasnya batik, gampang dicarinya. pas Gilangnya ketemu kan beberapa orang pada balik tuh, gua sama dia belom, duduk duduk dulu di lapangan, ga jelas mau ngapain. kalo ada orang lewat diteriakin "FUTU FUTU LUTU!". terus abis bosen, gua sama dia pulang, baru jalan dari kampus jam 9 lewat. berdiri dipinggiran jalan ada kali 10 menit, ga ada angkot lewat. gua sama Gilang sedih. terus jalan lagi kearah Cisitu sambil dikit dikit nengok, berharap ada angkot lewat. tapi ga ada, gua jadi makin sedih, Gilang udah nangis malah. terus jalan lagi, pas haus, gua buka dompet, cuman ada 1500, gua sadar gua belom ambil duit. ini antara beli minum atau naik angkot, duit Gilang juga ga jauh. cuman ada 100ribu gitu, tapi itu buat tol sama bensin ke Jakarta. Sampe Cisitu, gua akhirnya jalan, mau kerumah temen gua, mau minta minum (melas). padahal temen deket juga kaga, bodolah, yang penting air. kami haus. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;RAKYAT HAUS KEBENARAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terus lagi jalan gitu belom sampe rumahnya, eh orangnya lagi jalan juga baru dateng terus nanyain ngapain. gua jawab minta minum, dan gua sadar betapa pathetic-nya keadaan gua sama Gilang :(. terus ga ada, minumnya dia abis ternyata, terus gua jalan lagi sama Gilang. pas lagi jalan inilah, Gilang tau tau teriak "ANGKOT BAR!" terus gua lari sama Gilang, malem malem, sekitar jam 10an ngejar angkot. terus dapet. gua menangis, menangis bahagia, duduk di angkot ga pernah semenyenangkan ini. pas gua nengok, Gilang lagi merem sambil nangis. mungkin Gilang merasakan apa yang gua rasakan. akhirnya kita berpelukan dan berjanji untuk tidak akan mengulanginya lagi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387047498240901164-868643717171013030?l=badriakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387047498240901164/posts/default/868643717171013030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387047498240901164/posts/default/868643717171013030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badriakbar.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-blue-ting-tings.html' title='This Blue Ting Tings'/><author><name>Badri Akbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854417402163933565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIYyGRemjio/ShFxbhg3FpI/AAAAAAAAABY/0O35W-wUZo4/S220/Babi.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387047498240901164.post-3714096413174576743</id><published>2009-06-27T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T13:15:07.240-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='storytelling'/><title type='text'>Pendidikan</title><content type='html'>gua disuruh bikin essai lagi. mampus ga tuh&lt;br /&gt;essai ini, bertajuk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PENDIDIDKAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salah tulis lagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PENDIDIKAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akankah lebih baik dibanding kemarin?&lt;br /&gt;akankah lebih buruk dibanding kemarin?&lt;br /&gt;tidak ada yang tahu teman, tidak ada yang tahu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the bloody way, gua yakin essai gua bakal lebih bagus, karena gua nulis kaya gini:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Adalah pengalaman merupakan sesuatu yang tidak bisa didapat kecuali dari kepintaran kita untuk tidak tertimpa tangga lagi setelah kita jatuh dan tertimpa tangga untuk pertama kalinya. Walaupun dikali ketiga kita terjatuh dan terantuk tembok, setidaknya kita tidak terjatuh, tertimpa tangga lalu terantuk tembok. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keren abis. &lt;br /&gt;tapi udah, gua gatau mau nulis apalagi. bacotan gua udah abis buat kemaren nulis makna hidup 2 halaman. sejago jagonya orang ngebacot juga dikasih 2 essai 3 hari yang ada malah 1 essai keren banget, yang 1 kertas kosong doang atau dua duanya biasa aja. atau kalo lo parah yang parah, dua duanya cuman kertas kosong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parah yang parah, gua nulis apa sih. malu gua. gua mempermalukan kemampuan gua berkosa-kata. mempermalukan kreatifitas dalam bertindak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yoi cui, bacotan gua udah 1 halaman kurang. ini masalah kecil. gua bisa! gua tau gua bisa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;janji hari ini: gua ga tidur sebelom essai tai ini selesai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KITA BISA TEMAN TEMAN!&lt;br /&gt;-Tsubasa, Kapten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sekarang setengah 2 pagi, gua mulai bikin post ini jam 12 malem. gua mulai bikin essai jam setengah 11. ngebayangin gua harusnya lagi gelepak dikasur aja udah bikin kesel. apalagi harusnya gua lagi mimpi sekarang. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GUA MAKIN KESEL! GUA MARAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mari mengenyam rasa kesal itu untuk menulis essai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sekarang setengah 3, rasa kesal yang gua enyam gagal menyelesaikan 2 halaman omong kosong gua. cuman nambah 3 baris. dan gua baru sadar, playlist gua yang isinya 3 jam itu udah mulai dari lagu pertama lagi. bahkan 3 jam aja kurang buat nyelesaiin essai ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;KIPARAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(temennya preparat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ga lucu&lt;br /&gt;(temennya 'anjing, lo ngomong apa sih nyet')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ANJIR, 3 AM SHARP IN THE MORNING AND I HAVE FINISHED MY PAPER. FUCK YEAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kalimat endingnya dong nyeet, keren mampus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Walaupun mungkin essai yang menyita waktu tidur saya ini hanya akan menjadi sebuah bohlam lampu di tengah ruangan yang dipekati lautan cahaya, yang tidak akan menjadi sesuatu yang mencolok. Ataupun menjadi sebuah lantai keramik yang retak di tengah lantai lantai kayu yang cemerlang, menjadi sesuatu yang berbeda. Hanya satu yang jelas, untuk saat ini dapat saya katakan bahwa saya sudah berusaha sebaik mungkin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when my creativity failed me back then, wait, she never fails&lt;br /&gt;-Badri Akbar &amp; his Mighty Right Brain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387047498240901164-3714096413174576743?l=badriakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387047498240901164/posts/default/3714096413174576743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387047498240901164/posts/default/3714096413174576743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badriakbar.blogspot.com/2009/06/pendidikan.html' title='Pendidikan'/><author><name>Badri Akbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854417402163933565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIYyGRemjio/ShFxbhg3FpI/AAAAAAAAABY/0O35W-wUZo4/S220/Babi.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387047498240901164.post-2239766850666157206</id><published>2009-06-25T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T10:13:28.995-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='storytelling'/><title type='text'>Makna Hidup</title><content type='html'>pembaca sekalian/those I call 'nyet' in my world, gua disuruh bikin essai makna hidup, akibat stress berlebihan ditambah otak yang kosong, gua sajikan kepada elo hasil tulisan gua dari jari jari yang mengetik keypad dibawah alam sadar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya sendiri setuju untuk memaknai hidup. Karena memaknai hidup, berarti memberikan warna warni dalam dunia yang hitam putih, memberikan sebuah garis lurus yang kaku dalam kehidupan yang bulat dan repetitif. Memberikan sebuah perbedaan dari rangkaian keseragaman. Absolusi diatas daun. Miami Miami Miami, every hours on the isle, UNHAND ME! GODDAMN IT! MIAMI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAAF KAK SAYA NGELANTUR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ini baru satu paragraf, disuruhnya 2 halaman.&lt;br /&gt;ini cuman masalah waktu sampai omong kosong ini jadi lebih bagus atau lebih buruk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so wish me fuck, dear all luck-faces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jadinya, gua menanyakan makna hidup ke beberapa orang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Danny Harfandi si apatis&lt;br /&gt;lagian hidup ga usah dimaknai&lt;br /&gt;kan nanti mati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Hani Kaukab si tidak tahu&lt;br /&gt;blm tw&lt;br /&gt;blm bwt gw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Adam Lazzara si-yang-sedang-nyanyi-di-iTunes&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna break you down so badly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Dochi Sadega si-yang-nyanyi-abis-Adam&lt;br /&gt;dan tak bisa kulepaskan rasa lelah ini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Anjing Tetangga si Guki&lt;br /&gt;guk guk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Suryo Sasono si Suryo Saxophone&lt;br /&gt;gw buatin lo ampe selese 2 halaman 60 ribu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Steve Austin&lt;br /&gt;STONE COLD STUNNER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Brandon Urie/Boyd/Flowers&lt;br /&gt;Panic! at the Disco/Incubus/The Killers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Arif Gumilang si sebat&lt;br /&gt;makna hidup gw harus bermanfaat buat org lain&lt;br /&gt;keren ga tuh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahkan blog gua jadi duluan daripada essai nya. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TENANG NYET, ELO MASIH PUNYA 1 HARI LEBIH BUAT NYELESAIIN&lt;/span&gt;. eh iya, berarti kenapa harus dikelarin sekarang kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngemeng ngemeng, dengkul gua geser, hahanjing. terus gua ke Borromeus, ditanya susternya &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Apa keluhannya?"&lt;/span&gt;, eh pas gua jawab, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Saya ga punya pacar sus"&lt;/span&gt;. gua malah diketawain, babi. udah gitu gua rela relain balik dari Bandung ke Jakarta, ketemu adek gua, adek gua bilang gini &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Ngapain pulang Bang? Ntar malem kan kita mau ke Singapur"&lt;/span&gt;. gua komplain, minta diajak, kata bokap pesawatnya full booked. TAI LAH, KALO DITINGGAL KE PIM RELA GUA, INI SINGAPUR NYET. babi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387047498240901164-2239766850666157206?l=badriakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387047498240901164/posts/default/2239766850666157206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387047498240901164/posts/default/2239766850666157206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badriakbar.blogspot.com/2009/06/makna-hidup.html' title='Makna Hidup'/><author><name>Badri Akbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854417402163933565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIYyGRemjio/ShFxbhg3FpI/AAAAAAAAABY/0O35W-wUZo4/S220/Babi.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387047498240901164.post-4084896970755887638</id><published>2009-06-20T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T15:18:33.731-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='storytelling'/><title type='text'>Mood Menulis 2: Absolusi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'The term psychokinesis (from the Greek ψυχή, "psyche", meaning mind, soul, heart, or breath; and κίνησις, "kinesis", meaning motion; literally "movement from the mind"), also known as telekinesis'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oke, gua mengaku gua salah kopi paste, barusan psychokinesis bukan absolusi. padahal ditilik dari asik-o-meter yang ada, Mood Menulis 2: Psychokinesis (asik-o-meter: 8.0052432) ga bakal sekeren Mood Menulis 2: Absolusi (asik-o-meter: 8.0052433). terlihat perbedaan signifikan disini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gua gatau sumpah mau nulis apaan. oh iya, gua mau nulis sesuatu yang selama ini ada dipikiran gua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sesuatu yang selama ini ada dipikiran gua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akhirnya unek unek gua keluar juga. sayangnya sekarang gua gatau lagi mau nulis apaan. apa gua apus aja ya? hmmm (triple m) hhhm (&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TRIPLE H!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parah parah parah parah parah, oke oke, gua tau, gua mau menulis sumpah gua disini. I hereby declare my oath I pledge myself on lately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'Saya, Akbar Badriansyah, berjanji untuk mengurangi berkata kata kasar'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does that statement above sound cool or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh iya! I, once again, am walking around with my Vans. walaupun gua harus membayar 50 ribu buat ngejait ujung sepatunya yang menganga dengan anga-nya yang lebar. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;STOP'N'GO ANJING MAHALNYA.&lt;/span&gt; tai, gua melanggar sumpah gua. ayo diulang sumpahnya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Saya, Akbar Badriansyah, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;masih&lt;/span&gt; berjanji untuk mengurangi berkata kata kasar'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some slasher from a software, which is beeping for every instant messages you receive if you're opening another window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;badri said:&lt;br /&gt;mor-r-r-r-r-ron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inda said:&lt;br /&gt;ngaca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause I just can't look, it's killing me!&lt;br /&gt;-The Killers/Mr. Brightside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIYyGRemjio/Sj1XtWdjTgI/AAAAAAAAACg/B3gBHf84164/s1600-h/Brandon+Flowers2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIYyGRemjio/Sj1XtWdjTgI/AAAAAAAAACg/B3gBHf84164/s400/Brandon+Flowers2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349528369021275650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon Flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ANJING NYET, GUA NULIS APAAN GA JELAS BANGET DARI TADI COBA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;APAAN GA JELAS BANGET DARI TADI COBA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tadi gua ke DC PIM mau beli kaos Joker yang gambarnya keren abis, ada hati ditusuk pedang gitu, keren deh pokoknya, terus gua bilang ke yang jaga &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'mbak, ada size L nya ga?'&lt;/span&gt; terus mbak-nya jawab, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'kakak mau beli? ini kan baju buat cewe kak, liat aja bagian lengannya pendek banget kan?'.&lt;/span&gt; gua malu. terus terang gua malu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;udah gitu sebelom gua nulis ini kan gua bikin mi goreng make microwave, tapi mi gorengnya ga mateng, masih keras gitu. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GILA APA GUA BIKIN MI GORENG MAKE MICROWAVE AJA GAGAL.&lt;/span&gt; gua merasa bodoh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gua merasa malu dan bodoh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anda tahu mau menulis apa? karena saya tidak tahu apa yang harus ditulis disini. tolong beri saya ide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOLONG SAYA!&lt;br /&gt;-Pintu Terlarang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenapa namanya Pintu Terlarang ya? kalo gua yang ngasih judul, gua bakal kasih judulnya Pintu Rumah Terlarang. terkesan lebih misterius kan? kaya David Cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'I would like to write more, but nothing comes to my mind except anything that's related to my bed'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atau bisa dibaca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'gua mau tidur'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atau bisa dibaca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'tidak ada alternatif tulisan lain'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can't stop my running away&lt;br /&gt;-Hopes Die Last/I Belong to the Skies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my running away = me from going to bed :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sehingga:&lt;br /&gt;you can't stop me from going to bed :)&lt;br /&gt;-Harapan Mati Terakhir/Saya Itu Kepunyaan Langit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so see you sometimes then, you fucking-retards&lt;br /&gt;with love, and in bed still awake with sleepy eyes&lt;br /&gt;Badri Akbar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387047498240901164-4084896970755887638?l=badriakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387047498240901164/posts/default/4084896970755887638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387047498240901164/posts/default/4084896970755887638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badriakbar.blogspot.com/2009/06/mood-menulis-2-absolusi.html' title='Mood Menulis 2: Absolusi'/><author><name>Badri Akbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854417402163933565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIYyGRemjio/ShFxbhg3FpI/AAAAAAAAABY/0O35W-wUZo4/S220/Babi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIYyGRemjio/Sj1XtWdjTgI/AAAAAAAAACg/B3gBHf84164/s72-c/Brandon+Flowers2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387047498240901164.post-3007853652712220861</id><published>2009-06-16T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T11:52:43.433-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='storytelling'/><title type='text'>Mood Menulis</title><content type='html'>gua lagi mood menulis!&lt;br /&gt;cuman masalahnya gua gatau mau nulis apa. apakah ini masalah besar? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ATAUKAH INI DILEMA DUA KESANTUNAN?&lt;/span&gt; so here I am back where I'm possibly good at, fucking headphones on the ears where Hayley Williams is singing in. speaking of Paramore, ini band yang membuat gua mulai menyukai kata kata yang asik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen love dies way too many times, when it deserves to be alive&lt;br /&gt;-Paramore/Emergency&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lagu pertama Paramore, lagu pertama yang begitu gua baca liriknya gua mencret. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KEREN ABIS ANJIR&lt;/span&gt;. and lately this shit is walking around my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we could sing our own but what would it be without you?&lt;br /&gt;-Paramore/My Heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KEREN ABIS ANJIR DOUBLE R (ANJIRR)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kembali kehabisan topik. tapi gua masih mau menulis. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AKU MASIH JUA INGIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jua apa deh. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J U A&lt;/span&gt;. bacanya ju-wa, tapi kenapa tulisannya 'jua'? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KENAPA BUKAN JUWA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KENAPA HIDUP TIDAK ADIL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this planet never is fair, since we're living in the world and not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fair&lt;/span&gt;ytale&lt;br /&gt;-Badri Akbar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KEREN ABIS PARAH DOBEL H (PARAH)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LO BERHARAP GUA MENULIS PARAHH?&lt;br /&gt;well think again then because..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ARE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(kelebihan spasi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WRONG&lt;/span&gt;! (! disamping tidak di-bold)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOTHER-HOLY-EARTH, I'M GETTING BORED HERE!&lt;br /&gt;kenapa kalo kata kata kaget di bahasa inggrisin make holy ye?&lt;br /&gt;holy shit (tai suci)&lt;br /&gt;holy sea (polisi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAAF, ANDA TIDAK LUCU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387047498240901164-3007853652712220861?l=badriakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387047498240901164/posts/default/3007853652712220861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387047498240901164/posts/default/3007853652712220861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badriakbar.blogspot.com/2009/06/mood-menulis.html' title='Mood Menulis'/><author><name>Badri Akbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854417402163933565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIYyGRemjio/ShFxbhg3FpI/AAAAAAAAABY/0O35W-wUZo4/S220/Babi.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387047498240901164.post-8944421072650311615</id><published>2009-06-09T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T09:08:00.820-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='storytelling'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>yoga says:&lt;br /&gt;aneh dah bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;badri says:&lt;br /&gt;apaan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yoga says:&lt;br /&gt;anus gw dri tdi ngebuka lebar&lt;br /&gt;kayak mau boker&lt;br /&gt;najis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;badri says:&lt;br /&gt;lah&lt;br /&gt;boker lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yoga says:&lt;br /&gt;tpi kagak kbelet&lt;br /&gt;fenomena alam yang aneh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;badri says:&lt;br /&gt;coba aja lo duduk&lt;br /&gt;keluar kaga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yoga says:&lt;br /&gt;kagak&lt;br /&gt;ini gw di wc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387047498240901164-8944421072650311615?l=badriakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387047498240901164/posts/default/8944421072650311615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387047498240901164/posts/default/8944421072650311615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badriakbar.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Badri Akbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854417402163933565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIYyGRemjio/ShFxbhg3FpI/AAAAAAAAABY/0O35W-wUZo4/S220/Babi.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387047498240901164.post-6742616721104365940</id><published>2009-06-06T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T07:27:54.005-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>You Don't Waste Your Time by Reading This</title><content type='html'>I came up with lines, lot of lines, frequently when I have nothing to do, and those words just show up. when that happens, I usually take a sheet and start to write them down. lo coba deh, ngomong sit-sheet-shit yang cepet. oke oke kembali ke momentum, but this time, I don't find a paper nor a pen. before these words vanished, I realized that I have a place to put my ideas, so here goes the blabbering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. this is a perspective which allows me to look at you perfectly while you won't realize at all, this perspective is what the world calls as photograph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I failed to end my life by jumping from the basement into the first-floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. bleeding tears is cool, bleeding ears is not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. literally speaking, you have been my world for these past months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. can I have your heart? oh wait, somebody already does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I have a torn-apart heart that asked me to stop beating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. they pay their bills with their love to their children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. you're my queen of heart and I am your ace, we are should have been a fucking black-jack by now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. this supposes to be the ending of this post, but by adding a number before the letters, this line turns to be something cool&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387047498240901164-6742616721104365940?l=badriakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387047498240901164/posts/default/6742616721104365940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387047498240901164/posts/default/6742616721104365940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badriakbar.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-dont-waste-your-time-by-reading.html' title='You Don&apos;t Waste Your Time by Reading This'/><author><name>Badri Akbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854417402163933565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIYyGRemjio/ShFxbhg3FpI/AAAAAAAAABY/0O35W-wUZo4/S220/Babi.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387047498240901164.post-540368502785346195</id><published>2009-05-31T09:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T10:10:33.840-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='storytelling'/><title type='text'>Walking Disaster</title><content type='html'>gua baru merasakan, baru sekali ini merasakan, betapa nyamannya kamar kosan gua. kenapa? kenapa? kenapa? karena, kunci kamar gua tertinggal. bagaimana ceritanya? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEGINILAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;setelah terpuruk 2 hari dalam kebosanan absolut/absolute boredom/absoluto &lt;span onclick="dr4sdgryt2(event)" style="cursor: pointer;" class="clickable"&gt;aburrimiento bareng temen gua, Adi Pras, gua tadi jalan ke Ciwalk, bareng Adi Pras sama Adis Cal, bersama kita menghabiskan waktu, daripada di kosan gua cuman nonton Fashion Tv/AXN/MTv Asia/Asian Food Chanel mending gua jalan jalan ga jelas kan? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JAWAB! JAWAB GUA! ANSWER US!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine, 2 jam distarbucks kaya tai tai ga punya kerjaan. terus pulang, mbak mbaknya nebeng sampe Mekkah, kagalah. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DONGO LO SEMUA! BANGKE!&lt;/span&gt; oke oke back to topic, kembali ke topik, apa itu topik?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;topik: topi ada huruf K nya, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Topik&lt;/span&gt;, kalo huruf M? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOMPI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;, kalo huruf R? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TROPI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;, kalo huruf B? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOPI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; oke oke itu ga jelas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pulang, nganterin Adis Cal dulu di Dago Asri 3, terus gua di Dago Asri 1, ga jauh, tapi lumayanlah, agak sedeng sih sebenernya. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INI APAAN SIH? FOKUS!&lt;/span&gt; abis gua menginjakkan kaki di depan pintu, gua menurunkan gagang, terus terdengar bunyi 'ceklek' yang santun, pintunya ga bisa dibuka, gua shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gua menurunkan gagang lagi sambil mendorong pintu, pintu masih tidak bergeming (fyi, bunyi ceklek-nya masih santun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gua mencoba untuk yang ketiga, pintu tidak menjadi dinamis (bunyi ceklek terdengar seperti tawa setan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pikiran pertama gua: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KUNCI GUA MANA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terus gua inget sebuah konfersasi di Ciwalk&lt;br /&gt;gua: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nyet, nitip kunci dong, warna bonekanya ga masuk sama baju-Nya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adis: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yaudah masukin tas gua aja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pikiran kedua: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANJING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CIYyGRemjio/SiK31CrJVlI/AAAAAAAAACY/XvwAyRMB450/s1600-h/You+Are.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CIYyGRemjio/SiK31CrJVlI/AAAAAAAAACY/XvwAyRMB450/s400/You+Are.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342034229893617234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span onclick="dr4sdgryt2(event)" style="cursor: pointer;" class="clickable"&gt;another info: gua kebelet kencing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jadilah gua berjalan menempuh jarak agak jauh itu sambil nahan kencing sambil nelpon Adis. jarak yang biasa gua tempuh kalo gua kuliah, ga pernah sepanjang itu, long road for a fucking key. biar ga stress gua dengerin playlist faforit gua, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ear Breakers&lt;/span&gt;, namanya setan abis kerennya, lagunya juga setan abis liriknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if you're with him tonight? So what if I can't be there? You were never really with me anyway&lt;br /&gt;-Pee Wee Gaskins/ The Art of Highschool Break-up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selesai ngambil kunci, gua kembali, masih sambil nahan kencing, ga enak kencing di kosan cewe, kalo pas lagi kencing tau tau ada pembalut berdarah darah malah gua ntar yang kencing sambil nangis darah. di Dago Asri 2, titit gua ga bisa diajak kompromi, ada dua alternatif&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. gua tanyain bocah "lo haus ga? kebetulan banget gua mau kencing", masalahnya ga ada bocah disekitar gua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. kencing di lapangan kosong, cuman mendadak inget kata kata temen gua "lo tau ga sih dulunya Dago Asri itu kuburan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INI BABI, GUA INGET HAL GA PENTING DISAAT PENTING HIDUP GUA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gua lari, antara kebelet kencing ditambah takut. akhirnya, setelah menempuh wahana paling memacu adrenalin, gua sampe kosan, coba ga kebelet kencing, gua sembah keset gua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387047498240901164-540368502785346195?l=badriakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387047498240901164/posts/default/540368502785346195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387047498240901164/posts/default/540368502785346195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badriakbar.blogspot.com/2009/05/walking-disaster.html' title='Walking Disaster'/><author><name>Badri Akbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854417402163933565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIYyGRemjio/ShFxbhg3FpI/AAAAAAAAABY/0O35W-wUZo4/S220/Babi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CIYyGRemjio/SiK31CrJVlI/AAAAAAAAACY/XvwAyRMB450/s72-c/You+Are.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387047498240901164.post-5742712957499634529</id><published>2009-05-30T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T10:11:13.207-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='storytelling'/><title type='text'>Statement</title><content type='html'>Mayang Arum Anjar Rizky said:&lt;br /&gt;you just stick yourself dumb&lt;br /&gt;lo autis bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a moron people. I am not a moron. I repeat, bentar, kenapa harus gua ulang kalo lo bisa baca kalimat sebelomnya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DONGO LO SEMUA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes people, zebra never looks that nice and heartbreak never looks this cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pergi membunuh: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOKILL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;begitu membunuh: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOKILL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maaf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387047498240901164-5742712957499634529?l=badriakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387047498240901164/posts/default/5742712957499634529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387047498240901164/posts/default/5742712957499634529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badriakbar.blogspot.com/2009/05/statement.html' title='Statement'/><author><name>Badri Akbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854417402163933565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIYyGRemjio/ShFxbhg3FpI/AAAAAAAAABY/0O35W-wUZo4/S220/Babi.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387047498240901164.post-2569419840559069909</id><published>2009-05-28T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T12:02:26.793-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='storytelling'/><title type='text'>This Time, Use Your Brain</title><content type='html'>gua punya tebakan, ada 9 bola, 8 bola beratnya 4 gram, 1 bola beratnya 4.5 gram, hanya dengan menggunakan neraca/timbangan libra, lo disuruh nyari bola yang beratnya 4.5 itu, by-the-shitty-way, yang punya neraca galak, lo cuman boleh make 2 kali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oke, tebakan kedua, dengan 9 bola, 8 bola beratnya sama, 1 bola beda, lo gatau lebih ringan apa lebih berat. masih dengan timbangan yang sama, lo disuruh nyari bola yang beda itu, by-the-fucking-way, yang punya agak lebih baik, lo boleh make timbangan 3 kali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387047498240901164-2569419840559069909?l=badriakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387047498240901164/posts/default/2569419840559069909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387047498240901164/posts/default/2569419840559069909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badriakbar.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-time-use-your-brain.html' title='This Time, Use Your Brain'/><author><name>Badri Akbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854417402163933565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIYyGRemjio/ShFxbhg3FpI/AAAAAAAAABY/0O35W-wUZo4/S220/Babi.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387047498240901164.post-6123518459144018303</id><published>2009-05-18T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T06:33:15.891-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='storytelling'/><title type='text'>Lord, Don't Slow Me Down!</title><content type='html'>yoi abis ga judulnya?&lt;br /&gt;YOI ABIS GA JUDULNYA?&lt;br /&gt;(jeritan dari kamar sebelah: DIEM NJING!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oke oke gua khilaf, khilap, to be or not to be? that's not the question people, the question is, why oh why?&lt;br /&gt;gua khilaf karena gua bosan wahai para bapak bapak ibu ibu sekalian. maafkan saya Bu Tyas, guruku Tata Tulis Karya Ilmiah-ku, sudah lama saya mau menulis dengan melanggar faedah yang ibu ajarkan, hanya sekarang saatnya Bu, hanya sekarang saatnya, HANYA SEKARANG SAATNYA!&lt;br /&gt;(jeritan dari kamar sebelah: DIEM LO NJING!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARAH NYET GUA BOSEN MAMPUS CUMAN MALES GERAK GILA.&lt;br /&gt;jadi sekarang apa yang gua lakukan?&lt;br /&gt;1. Mendengarkan iTunes dengan Headset&lt;br /&gt;2. Menjauhkan HP dari Jangkauan&lt;br /&gt;3. Chatting Penuh Omong Kosong&lt;br /&gt;3. Menyesal Menggunakan Angka 3 Lagi di Kolom Nomer 4&lt;br /&gt;4. Mengunci Pintu&lt;br /&gt;5. Berpikir "Kenapa Nomer 3 nya Ga Diapus Aja"&lt;br /&gt;6. Sadar Pikiran Gua Barusan Ga Guna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;udah 1 jam kaya gini didepan laptop, sambil buka buka foto foto di facebook, seseorang tolong saya,SOMEBODY PLEASE SAVE ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peaceful loving youth against the brutality of plastic existence&lt;br /&gt;-System of a Down/Deer Dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parah gua ngelantur abis ini nulis. ga guna abis parah. seperti kata Andrea Hirata, "YOU'RE WASTING SHIT, BOY!"&lt;br /&gt;oke oke, besok gua UAS SAS jam 3, sekarang jam 20.00, kurang lebih ada 19 jam lagi, saatnya membuat perincian&lt;br /&gt;Tidur : 15 jam&lt;br /&gt;Makan, Minum, Mandi, Boker : 1 Jam&lt;br /&gt;Milih Milih Baju : 1 Jam&lt;br /&gt;Ngaca : 1 Jam&lt;br /&gt;bahkan walaupun gua besok jadi pemalas bangsat yang tidur 15 jam dan menjadi metrosexual yang mandi-milih baju-ngaca 3 jam, gua masih gatau 1 jam lagi harus ngapain&lt;br /&gt;LORD, DON'T SLOW ME DOWN!&lt;br /&gt;DEAR GREAT LORD, DON'T FUCKING-SLOW ME DOWN!&lt;br /&gt;(terdengar isak tangis dari kamar sebelah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some slasher from a conversation&lt;br /&gt;Nicko Batubara says:&lt;br /&gt;mantap gan&lt;br /&gt;badri says:&lt;br /&gt;apanya?&lt;br /&gt;Nicko Batubara says:&lt;br /&gt;lo emoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;badri says:&lt;br /&gt;GUA EMOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bagai bintang di surga dan seluruh warna&lt;br /&gt;-Peterpan/Bintang di Surga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BINTANGMU MAKA BINTANGKU JUGA&lt;br /&gt;nyet what-the-fuck nyet, ini apaan gua nyape-nyapein jari gua sendiri. maafkan aku jempolku, telunjukku, jari tengahku, jari manisku, kelingkingku, MAAFKAN AKU OTAK KANANKU, MAAFKAN AKU MENYIA-NYIAKAN KREATIFITASKU.&lt;br /&gt;and God, thanks for the white sweater and the eyes I trapped myself into&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I should have said that we'd be happy now&lt;br /&gt;-Funeral for a Friend/Storytelling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387047498240901164-6123518459144018303?l=badriakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387047498240901164/posts/default/6123518459144018303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387047498240901164/posts/default/6123518459144018303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badriakbar.blogspot.com/2009/05/lord-dont-slow-me-down.html' title='Lord, Don&apos;t Slow Me Down!'/><author><name>Badri Akbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854417402163933565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIYyGRemjio/ShFxbhg3FpI/AAAAAAAAABY/0O35W-wUZo4/S220/Babi.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387047498240901164.post-1031703626461816914</id><published>2009-05-10T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T01:20:46.556-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='storytelling'/><title type='text'>Wake</title><content type='html'>I'm back! (dengan suara Terminator)&lt;br /&gt;Gua akhirnya kembali menulis, seperti pohon apel tumbuh menjadi pohon apel besar. Maka gua kembali menulis seperti gua baru bangun setelah tidur panjang. Oke gua punya tebakan, tidur tidur apa yang panjang? Tidur panjang!&lt;br /&gt;Maaf atas ketidaklucuan barusan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, standing a line to see the show tonight. Sebuah alasan kenapa gua kembali menghidupkan Romansa dan Tragedi adalah karena sebuah ucapan singkat yaitu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayasha Sagita says:&lt;br /&gt;bar blog lo juga lucu&lt;br /&gt;badri says:&lt;br /&gt;emang lucu&lt;br /&gt;Ayasha Sagita says:&lt;br /&gt;sumpah. ngakak bgt&lt;br /&gt;badri berbisik dalam hati:&lt;br /&gt;gua lucu, gua tau gua lucu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, resurrecting my blog from it's fucking hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;See you kapan kapan then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, another by the way. Headset iPod gua putus diiringi bunyi ctas perlahan disertai memoar gua bersama dia selama 3 bulan terakhir. Masa masa berdiri bersama dibawah hujan, masa masa gua mengutuk headset kiri yang mulai sember, masa masa headset gua bikinin gua mi rebus. Oke, gua ketuker antara headset sama pembantu gua, maaf. Mending gua tidur sebelom saking ngantuknya ketuker huruf e seme a. SIAL. SEMUA SUDAH TERLAMBAT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387047498240901164-1031703626461816914?l=badriakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387047498240901164/posts/default/1031703626461816914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387047498240901164/posts/default/1031703626461816914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badriakbar.blogspot.com/2009/05/wake.html' title='Wake'/><author><name>Badri Akbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854417402163933565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIYyGRemjio/ShFxbhg3FpI/AAAAAAAAABY/0O35W-wUZo4/S220/Babi.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387047498240901164.post-4230786274662063555</id><published>2008-12-06T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T09:07:03.868-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='storytelling'/><title type='text'>Moronnya Supir Kami</title><content type='html'>sepanjang hidup gua, gua baru ngerasain dua supir. Supir pertama gua,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIYyGRemjio/STqiBneNngI/AAAAAAAAABA/dY9RfEeIrNY/s1600-h/HBK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIYyGRemjio/STqiBneNngI/AAAAAAAAABA/dY9RfEeIrNY/s320/HBK.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276708062077230594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Shawn 'The Heartbreak Kid' Michaels (Bukan Supir Gua)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supir pertama gua namanya Bambang Siswanto, berkumis tebal diatas mulut, orangnya ga tinggi tinggi amat, kira kira 165an lah. kalo sama dia, lo harus bisa baik baik, karena kalo emosi dia lepas kendali dia berubah jadi anjing rabies yang suka gigit daging sama kalo kencing dideket tiang listrik. Kalo ngerokok Dji Sam Soe, tipikal supir cerdas, pandai menyusun kebohongan, spesialisasinya terletak pada detail cerita dan penempatan lokasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supir kedua gua, namanya Udin Dari India-Nigeria alias UDIN-19, 19 karena dia suka DEWA 19. Yang kedua ini orangnya pendiem, kalo emosinya meningkat berubah jadi kelabang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.art.com/images/-/Triple-H---HHH--C10043417.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 397px;" src="http://images.art.com/images/-/Triple-H---HHH--C10043417.jpeg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Triple H (Bukan Supir Gua)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sayangnya, setelah kerja lebih dari 2 bulan, si UDIN-19 mulai menunjukkan tabiat keidiotan yang luar biasa. pernah waktu itu gua sama adek gua pergi ke citos hari sabtu udah niat mau ketemuan sama tante dan sepupu gua, sampe dicitos gua suruh aja dia (U-19) cari parkir sama gua kasih 20000 buat cari makan nasi (nasi hangat yang masih mengepul, ditambah sayur mayur dan daging sebagai protein penyeimbang). dicitos ternyata lebih lama yang gua kira, gua sampe sekitar jam 4 sore terus dia sms sekitar jam setengah 6, kenapa gua bilang lama? karena jam setengah 6 itu udah hari minggu, ya nggalah. dia sms kaya gini isinya &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'saya pulang apa masih nungguin?'&lt;/span&gt; karena gua lagi iseng, gua reply kaya gini &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'PULANGLAH nak!'&lt;/span&gt;. abis itu gua nyari makan bersama para kerabat gua, pas lagi makan sekitar jam setengah 9 bokap dateng dari kantor, kata pertama yang diucapkan adalah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa Roach: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'itu udin kenapa belom pulang?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son Roach:  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'udah disms tadi disuruh pulang?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa Roach: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'lah itu aku gitu yang nyuruh pulang, makanya dapet parkir'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gua shock, terus langsung buka hape ada 1 unread message&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Udin Supir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isinya....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'jadinya saya pulang?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gua berusaha membayangkan, apa yang dia lakukan 4 setengah jam terakhir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kedinginan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelaparan.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingin pulang.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menangis.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meraung....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan Menjerit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sedihnya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387047498240901164-4230786274662063555?l=badriakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387047498240901164/posts/default/4230786274662063555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387047498240901164/posts/default/4230786274662063555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badriakbar.blogspot.com/2008/12/moronnya-supir-kami.html' title='Moronnya Supir Kami'/><author><name>Badri Akbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854417402163933565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIYyGRemjio/ShFxbhg3FpI/AAAAAAAAABY/0O35W-wUZo4/S220/Babi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CIYyGRemjio/STqiBneNngI/AAAAAAAAABA/dY9RfEeIrNY/s72-c/HBK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387047498240901164.post-6303956047101236404</id><published>2008-11-04T01:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T05:23:27.405-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Tragedy</title><content type='html'>firstly, you had stayed right there&lt;br /&gt;muted and silenced&lt;br /&gt;because of the past you wont let go easily&lt;br /&gt;time grew thinner and ending approached&lt;br /&gt;an unhappy ending&lt;br /&gt;for those tragedies we both had shared&lt;br /&gt;for those drama we had lived&lt;br /&gt;and I'm still wondering what's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;because you're like a crystal ball&lt;br /&gt;with a mist you showed as the future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you were just my past at the first&lt;br /&gt;then, you gradually turned into something more than that&lt;br /&gt;not into a star, nor a rainbow&lt;br /&gt;you turned into disease, disease that I cant cure&lt;br /&gt;no, disease I wont cure&lt;br /&gt;cause if I let you go, let your image fade away&lt;br /&gt;means that I just crush our memories&lt;br /&gt;that I keep in a thin, brittle glass frame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(writing under influences and the mood of poem and science)&lt;br /&gt;text originally by me, not created for anyone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387047498240901164-6303956047101236404?l=badriakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387047498240901164/posts/default/6303956047101236404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387047498240901164/posts/default/6303956047101236404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badriakbar.blogspot.com/2008/11/firstly-you-had-stayed-right-there.html' title='Tragedy'/><author><name>Badri Akbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854417402163933565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIYyGRemjio/ShFxbhg3FpI/AAAAAAAAABY/0O35W-wUZo4/S220/Babi.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387047498240901164.post-5947216109977338057</id><published>2008-11-01T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T09:23:24.255-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='storytelling'/><title type='text'>Conversation with Bono</title><content type='html'>dari kemaren, gua udah obsessed online msn make nama bono, kenapa harus bono?, soalnya bono tidak gampang menyerah, elo pasti tau bono, elo pasti tau chris martin, tapi apa elo tau styr van bergess? pasti lo gatau soalnya dia menyerah, jadi janganlah menyerah (apabila ada kesamaan karakter, harap maklum). setelah browsing foto foto bono, ada satu yang keren, terus gua ganti nick gua jadi Bono, oh iya Personal Message gua juga diganti "U2" jadi orang kalo ngeliat bakal kaya gini "Bono - U2", keren abis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begitu gua online, ada orang yang nyapa gua:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CIYyGRemjio/SQyATrA9D2I/AAAAAAAAAA4/KdjSv0OUy2I/s1600-h/Tiar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CIYyGRemjio/SQyATrA9D2I/AAAAAAAAAA4/KdjSv0OUy2I/s200/Tiar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263723139941863266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;menatap asap putih (jin) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;namanya tiar, walaupun terkesan dongo, dia ranking 3 dikelas lho, rangking satunya batu karang rangking 2 nya kuda poni lumpuh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiarrrr says:&lt;br /&gt;bono dimana ?&lt;br /&gt;Bono says:&lt;br /&gt;dirumah bono&lt;br /&gt;Bono says:&lt;br /&gt;bono sayang tiar&lt;br /&gt;Tiarrrr says:&lt;br /&gt;tiar juga sayang bono&lt;br /&gt;Tiarrrr says:&lt;br /&gt;tiar ngefans sm bono&lt;br /&gt;Bono says:&lt;br /&gt;tiar mati aja&lt;br /&gt;Tiarrrr says:&lt;br /&gt;bono umurnya berapa skrng ?&lt;br /&gt;Bono says:&lt;br /&gt;umur bono tergantung keinginan pendengar&lt;br /&gt;Bono says:&lt;br /&gt;tiar ingin umur bono berapa?&lt;br /&gt;Tiarrrr says:&lt;br /&gt;oohh&lt;br /&gt;Tiarrrr says:&lt;br /&gt;40 taun&lt;br /&gt;Tiarrrr says:&lt;br /&gt;bono hobinya apa?&lt;br /&gt;Bono says:&lt;br /&gt;memasak&lt;br /&gt;Bono says:&lt;br /&gt;bono gemar hal itu&lt;br /&gt;Tiarrrr says:&lt;br /&gt;bono suka masak apa ?&lt;br /&gt;Bono says:&lt;br /&gt;masakan padang&lt;br /&gt;Bono says:&lt;br /&gt;bono orang padang yang hilang&lt;br /&gt;Bono says:&lt;br /&gt;the missing padangs&lt;br /&gt;Tiarrrr says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;Tiarrrr says:&lt;br /&gt;bono bono&lt;br /&gt;Tiarrrr says:&lt;br /&gt;bono kenal velove nggak ?&lt;br /&gt;Bono says:&lt;br /&gt;bono kenal dono&lt;br /&gt;Bono says:&lt;br /&gt;juga kasino dan indro&lt;br /&gt;Tiarrrr says:&lt;br /&gt;jawaban bono menyimpang&lt;br /&gt;Bono says:&lt;br /&gt;bono meminta maaf&lt;br /&gt;Bono says:&lt;br /&gt;apakah tiar memaafkan bono?&lt;br /&gt;Tiarrrr says:&lt;br /&gt;iya&lt;br /&gt;Tiarrrr says:&lt;br /&gt;kan tiar ngefans sm bono&lt;br /&gt;Tiarrrr says:&lt;br /&gt;semua kesalahan bono tiar maafkan&lt;br /&gt;Bono says:&lt;br /&gt;tiar sembah bono ya&lt;br /&gt;Bono says:&lt;br /&gt;bono kurang penyembah&lt;br /&gt;Tiarrrr says:&lt;br /&gt;tapi tiar udh punya agama&lt;br /&gt;Tiarrrr says:&lt;br /&gt;gimana dong ?&lt;br /&gt;Bono says:&lt;br /&gt;mana yang tiar pilih?&lt;br /&gt;Bono says:&lt;br /&gt;bono apa agam?&lt;br /&gt;Bono says:&lt;br /&gt;agama&lt;br /&gt;Bono says:&lt;br /&gt;tentu saja bono&lt;br /&gt;Bono says:&lt;br /&gt;betul kan?&lt;br /&gt;Tiarrrr says:&lt;br /&gt;tapi........&lt;br /&gt;Bono says:&lt;br /&gt;PILIH BONO&lt;br /&gt;Bono says:&lt;br /&gt;HANYA BONO SEORANG&lt;br /&gt;Tiarrrr says:&lt;br /&gt;bono tau st 12 nggak ?&lt;br /&gt;Tiarrrr says:&lt;br /&gt;keren ya&lt;br /&gt;Bono says:&lt;br /&gt;bono menggemari p.u.s.p.a&lt;br /&gt;Bono says:&lt;br /&gt;putuskan saja pacarmu&lt;br /&gt;Bono says:&lt;br /&gt;bono menyukai keindahan musikalitas mereka&lt;br /&gt;Tiarrrr says:&lt;br /&gt;bono, kenapa bono memilih u2 drpada st 12 ?&lt;br /&gt;Bono says:&lt;br /&gt;karena 2 lebih kecil dari 12&lt;br /&gt;Bono says:&lt;br /&gt;ingat, semakin mendekati 1 akan semakin meningkat keasaman larutan&lt;br /&gt;Tiarrrr says:&lt;br /&gt;ih bono pinter deh&lt;br /&gt;Tiarrrr says:&lt;br /&gt;kenapa pake huruf u ?&lt;br /&gt;Tiarrrr says:&lt;br /&gt;kenapa ga x ?&lt;br /&gt;Bono says:&lt;br /&gt;sebentar&lt;br /&gt;Bono says:&lt;br /&gt;bono sedang berpikir&lt;br /&gt;Tiarrrr says:&lt;br /&gt;lbh bagus x2 drpd u2 tau bon&lt;br /&gt;Bono says:&lt;br /&gt;sebetulnya huruf u akan lebih bagus&lt;br /&gt;Bono says:&lt;br /&gt;we love u(you) two&lt;br /&gt;Bono says:&lt;br /&gt;dibanding&lt;br /&gt;Bono says:&lt;br /&gt;we love x two&lt;br /&gt;Tiarrrr says:&lt;br /&gt;ih bono keren&lt;br /&gt;Bono says:&lt;br /&gt;BONO!&lt;br /&gt;Bono says:&lt;br /&gt;tiar, bono akhirnya sadar&lt;br /&gt;Tiarrrr says:&lt;br /&gt;kenapa bon ?&lt;br /&gt;Bono says:&lt;br /&gt;MUNGKIN BONO ADALAH TUHAN&lt;br /&gt;Bono says:&lt;br /&gt;sembahlah bono&lt;br /&gt;Bono says:&lt;br /&gt;sekali sembah bernilai Rp. 1000 ditambah payung cantik&lt;br /&gt;Tiarrrr says:&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;Bono says:&lt;br /&gt;kenapa tiar?&lt;br /&gt;Tiarrrr says:&lt;br /&gt;tiar benci bono&lt;br /&gt;Bono says:&lt;br /&gt;JANGAN PERGI ABDIKU&lt;br /&gt;Tiarrrr says:&lt;br /&gt;pokoknya benci  &lt;br /&gt;Bono says:&lt;br /&gt;tiar lebih sayang bono apa diri tiar?&lt;br /&gt;Tiarrrr says:&lt;br /&gt;tiar lebih sayang kue sus&lt;br /&gt;Bono says:&lt;br /&gt;KENAPA?&lt;br /&gt;Tiarrrr says:&lt;br /&gt;ih&lt;br /&gt;Tiarrrr says:&lt;br /&gt;pokoknya tiar ngga sayang bono&lt;br /&gt;Bono says:&lt;br /&gt;baiklah&lt;br /&gt;Bono says:&lt;br /&gt;bono akan pergi&lt;br /&gt;Tiarrrr sent 01/11/2008 22:06:&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;Chris Martin says:&lt;br /&gt;hello&lt;br /&gt;Tiarrrr says:&lt;br /&gt;foto lo ganti dulu&lt;br /&gt;Chris Martin says:&lt;br /&gt;udah nyet sabar dulu&lt;br /&gt;Chris Martin says:&lt;br /&gt;udah belom?&lt;br /&gt;Tiarrrr says:&lt;br /&gt;blm&lt;br /&gt;Chris Martin says:&lt;br /&gt;ck&lt;br /&gt;Chris Martin says:&lt;br /&gt;lama ah&lt;br /&gt;Tiarrrr says:&lt;br /&gt;blm&lt;br /&gt;Chris Martin says:&lt;br /&gt;udah&lt;br /&gt;Chris Martin says:&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Tiarrrr says:&lt;br /&gt;blm&lt;br /&gt;Chris Martin says:&lt;br /&gt;kalo udah bilang&lt;br /&gt;Tiarrrr says:&lt;br /&gt;ya&lt;br /&gt;Chris Martin says:&lt;br /&gt;nyet komenin blog gua&lt;br /&gt;Tiarrrr says:&lt;br /&gt;males&lt;br /&gt;Chris Martin says:&lt;br /&gt;gua kasih goceng di bandung&lt;br /&gt;Chris Martin says:&lt;br /&gt;t*i nih ga ganti ganti&lt;br /&gt;Bono says:&lt;br /&gt;im back&lt;br /&gt;Tiarrrr says:&lt;br /&gt;halo&lt;br /&gt;Bono says:&lt;br /&gt;tiar, bono minta maaf&lt;br /&gt;Bono says:&lt;br /&gt;nyet gua bosen main bono bonoan&lt;br /&gt;Bono says:&lt;br /&gt;bentar ah gua ganti&lt;br /&gt;Tiarrrr says:&lt;br /&gt;gantilah&lt;br /&gt;badri says:&lt;br /&gt;off&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387047498240901164-5947216109977338057?l=badriakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387047498240901164/posts/default/5947216109977338057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387047498240901164/posts/default/5947216109977338057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badriakbar.blogspot.com/2008/11/conversation-with-bono.html' title='Conversation with Bono'/><author><name>Badri Akbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854417402163933565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIYyGRemjio/ShFxbhg3FpI/AAAAAAAAABY/0O35W-wUZo4/S220/Babi.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CIYyGRemjio/SQyATrA9D2I/AAAAAAAAAA4/KdjSv0OUy2I/s72-c/Tiar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7387047498240901164.post-7011198442787812889</id><published>2008-10-24T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T13:58:09.973-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='storytelling'/><title type='text'>Another Introduction</title><content type='html'>yak, sebuah blog baru lagi setelah sebelum sebelumnya blog gua bernasib tragis, blog pertama gua yang namanya "My Blog", dibikin pertama kali di Friendster, bernasib amat sangat tragis, setelah ada sekitar 30 posts yang gua bikin susah susah, akhirnya gua apus, soalnya gua ga ngerti cara ngerubah nama "My Blog" jadi yang lain, kayanya kurang keren aja nama blog gua "My Blog" apaan tuh standar banget. blog kedua gua, gua make site yang kayanya lebih keren, blogspot, cuman ending blognya parah abis, gua baru bikin 3 post, yang setelah gua baca ulang ternyata bagus, terus gua lupa passwordnya, akhirnya terbengkalai, akhirnya ga gua update, akhirnya .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-bersambung-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sambungannya-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blog ke 3 gua, gua namain sama persis kaya blog gua yang sekarang, &lt;strong&gt;Romance &amp;amp; Tragedy&lt;/strong&gt;, soalnya namanya keren abis, kontradiktif yang keren keren gitu, kaya "Orders and Disorders", "Orders and Models", "Mother and Father", "In &amp;amp; Out", "Pull &amp;amp; Push", keren banget kan? eh engga deng, ada yang lebih keren lagi, cuman ga menjual, yaitu "&lt;strong&gt;Uncle&lt;/strong&gt;" (lit: Paman). keren abis. oh iya lupa gua, baca tulisan dibawah judul blognya deh, keren ga? back to story, nasib blog ketiga gua rada mendinganlah, blog gua isinya udah keren dibikin lagi lagi di Friendster, cuman karena gua udah lama ga buka Friendster kayaknya blogsitenya udah berubah gitu, layoutnya jadi jelek abis, yaudah karena gua males ngeliatin layoutnya gua bikin lagi di blogspot, semoga aja yang ini awet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the ship, gua bikin blog ini malem malem jam 3 pagi, haha freak abis, soalnya internet paling kenceng kalo malem malem, lagian juga gua lagi ga bisa tidur. apa lagi ya? mungkin segini dululah, namanya juga introduction, kalo kepanjangan jadi ga menarik, betul?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7387047498240901164-7011198442787812889?l=badriakbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387047498240901164/posts/default/7011198442787812889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7387047498240901164/posts/default/7011198442787812889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://badriakbar.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-introduction.html' title='Another Introduction'/><author><name>Badri Akbar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15854417402163933565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CIYyGRemjio/ShFxbhg3FpI/AAAAAAAAABY/0O35W-wUZo4/S220/Babi.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
