Description:
Orange flan is a variation of the traditional Spanish flan, a vanilla custard topped with caramel sauce. This variation is lighter, but has an intense orange flavor that refreshes the palate as well as satisfying a sweet tooth. It is a simple custard recipe that can be made ahead of time and makes an elegant finish to any dinner or celebration, including Mother’s Day

Ingredients:
* 1/2 cup sugar for caramelized sauce
* 1/1 cup orange juice for sauce
* 2 cups half-and-half (or heavy cream for a richer, denser custard)
* zest of 1/2 Large Orange
* zest of 1/2 Lemon
* 1/2 cup orange juice for custard
* 3 eggs
* 1/4 cup sugar for custard

Directions:
Put a saucepan over medium heat for 30 seconds. Add 1/2 cup sugar and 1/2 cup orange juice.

With the wooden spoon, keep stirring sugar and juice mixture constantly in pan until sauce is reduced and thickened. It should be a rich medium brown color (caramelized). This will take 3-5 minutes or so on medium to low heat.

Remove from heat and quickly spoon caramelized sugar sauce into each of the 6 ramekins or large dish. (If you wait, sugar will cool and harden.) Set aside.

Grate peel of half of a large orange and half of a lemon into a mixing bowl.

Pour about 1/2-inch of warm water into a 9” x 13” baking dish for boiling water bath if using ramekins. If using one large open baking dish, be sure that the dish is tall enough to accommodate the water necessary to cover 3/4 or the height of the dish.

Add 1/2 cup orange juice, the half-and-half and citrus zest to a heavy-bottomed saucepan and stir. Scald 2 cups of half-and-half in the saucepan and remove from heat. Keep a close eye on the pan, so the cream does not boil over.

Meanwhile in a medium mixing bowl, beat slightly 3 eggs. Mix in 1/4 cup sugar.

Stirring constantly, gradually add hot cream to egg yolk mixture. Stir until the sugar is dissolved. Pour the mixture slowly into another mixing bowl, straining it using the cheesecloth to line the strainer. This should catch all the citrus zest. Discard cheesecloth.

Ladle mixture into ramekins.

Place each of the ramekins in the baking dish with water. If water level does not reach 3/4 of the way up the sides of the ramekins, carefully pour more water in. Bake uncovered in water bath at 325 degrees for 50-60 minutes, or until a knife comes out clean when inserted half way between center and the edge of dish.

Note: To ensure the custard does not over-cook, check doneness after 45 minutes, then every 5 minutes or so.
Cool and Refrigerate

Carefully remove each ramekin from the water bath. Set on a cooling rack until lukewarm, then chill flan thoroughly in refrigerator - at least 1 hour.

When ready to serve, un-mold by running a knife around the inside edge of baking dish. Place a small dessert plate on the top of the ramekin. With one hand under the ramekin and the other on top of the place, turn over. Tap the ramekin and the flan should drop onto the plate. If it does not, carefully “prod” the flan out of the ramekin with a small paring knife. It should slide out of the ramekin onto the plate and the sauce will surround it.

Garnish with orange peel or a slice of orange, if desired.

recipe from: http://spanishfood.about.com/od/dessertssweets/r/flandenaranja.htm

Alright, so here's the case...i happen to have two exact copies of the book. the book is published by Q press, so it's in Indonesian.

1. The Poe Shadow: A novel by Matthew Pearl (bookstore price: IDR 64.900)

all book are in GREAT condition,i brought them in March 2008.

so,i'd say the book was great. Therefore, i put HAPPY PRICE for you !
get the book for :

1. The Poe shadow: A novel for IDR 30.000

you can always PM me for any inquiries.

apa yang paling catchy dari film ini ? menurut gue warna2 neonnya ! gila beneeeerrrrr...beneran film ini literally an eye candy. Puas deh lo liat warna2 neonnya mantaaap !!!...tapii, menarik juga perhatiin pesan dari film ini : stick to what you believe, in the end...that's all that matter.
Speed racer versi kartun yang paling gue inget itu adalah syal merahnya...benar2 norak...tapi ternyata itu salah satu hal yang paling gue cari2 sepanjang film karena itu jadi kayak trademark si Speed. Pemilihan Emile Hirsch jadi Speed udah pas banget, walo gue masih keinget2 karakter yang dia maenin di Into the Wild (dan girl next door). Yang jadi kejutan MENYENANGKAN adalah adanya RAIN alias BI sebagai Taejo. duh, parah deh gue tadi pas di bioskop cuma berdua ama temen sma gue dan norak2an ngomentarin badannya baguslah, bajunya kerenlah, dia lebih tinggi dari Matthew Fox-lah (note: Fox jadi Racer X alias Rex Racer alias kakaknya Speed), adegan silat (weitsss silatttt...berantem deh) yang dilakuin Rain kerenlah anulah itulah...pokoknya giggly stupid girls gitu deh. huahahahaha
nggak nyesel nonton film ini ! very entertaining ! ada satu bagian di mana warna ungu dominan banget, sampe2 gue keinget2 coklat Cadburry...dan Charlie and the chocolate factory (jangan tanya kenapa...) tak hanya itu (bahasa gue sales banget ga sih?) efek khususnya juga Ajep dah ! StarWars versi berwarnalah hahaha. sejauh ini saingan special efeknya baru Transformers. yes...it was that good...dan...hampir lupa, scene adegan mulai balapan di casa cristo itu mengingatkan gue ama scene LOTR yang kejar2an ama Orc di Moria. apalagi pilar2 tingginya itu...oh i miss Lotr...

percayalah...menurut gue mendingan nonton speed racer daripada iron man...

Aku Ingin


aku ingin mencintaimu dengan sederhana;

dengan kata yang tak sempat diucapkan

kayu kepada api yang menjadikannya abu


aku ingin mencintaimu dengan sederhana;

dengan isyarat yang tak sempat disampaikan

awan kepada hujan yang menjadikannya tiada


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Puisi ini adalah puisi oleh Sapardi Djoko Damono. gue inget banget sering ketemu ini orang di perpus FIB, tapi entahlah...menurut gue, seperti tokoh besar laennya, kalo dia ga di "elemen"nya, pasti keliatan tersesat.

tapi di puisi ini, jelas banget 'forte' bapak Sapardi.

Pertama gue baca puisi ini di koran tempo, dan bait pertama ditaro sebagai pembuka. Cuma sekejap, tapi mata gue langsung menangkap kata-kata ini. zzzt lagsung deh. Cuma dalam waktu 1 menit, gue langsung hapal semuanya...Tiap kata...

Malamnya, pas gue mao tidur, gue ulang2 lagi puisi ini kayak mantra, dan ada tumpukan emosi yang mendadak mendatangi malam gue...

Gue merasa jatuh cinta...


Rasanya gue punya perasaan yang kuat banget tentang puisi ini. Perasaan yang bikin kelingking lo kesetrum, bikin lo keluar air mata, bikin hati lo sakit dengan kekuatan perasaan itu, bikin semua indra lo lebih hidup.

dan buat gue, puisi ini rasanya bikin gue pengen...

... membisikkan kata2 yang tak sempat diucapkan kayu kepada api yang menjadikannya abu...

Kenapa gue pilih film ini ? karena :
1. gue suka buku2nya Jane austen !

well, that’s about it.

Tapi trus daftarnya bertambah dengan cast list yang menurut gue lumayan. Anyhoo, back to the review, sebelomnya gue pernah liat novelnya Karen Joy fowler ini di TGA, tapi gue pikir ini yah Cuma chic lit2 biasa yang sebenernya ga oke malah menjurus harlequin, tapi setelah gue nonton filmnya gue malah pengen baca bukunya ! karena gue adalah tipe orang yang beranggapan bahwa buku pasti lebih bagus dari film.

So, ceritanya ga jauh dari kehidupan 6 (dan beberapa karakter tempelan) yang intertwined dan yang menyatukannya adalah book club yang tema diskusinya adalah 6 karya-karya Jane Austen. Jadi masing-masing tokoh harus “megang” satu buku untuk nantinya didiskusiin dan tempat diskusinya juga di tempat masing-masing.

Tiap buku (kisah) pasti ada sedikit permasalahan yang juga dihadepin sama tokoh-tokoh kita ini, misalnya tentang seorang guru yang fall into lust sama salah satu muridnya, but in the other hand, dia masih mau membakar lagi bara api cinta (duh, bahasa gue…) sama pasangannya .

And just like any Austen’s books…you can expect some happy endings
(yes, with S, well at least for me *giggles*)

critically funny..(umm, lucu parah?). Maybe it was because of Indra Bekti's great attempts at impersonating malay accent or maybe it was Abhijeet's comment on Olga's wardrobe. overall, i love it...(or...maybe coz i found Hady's voice...tempting...? *wolf grin*

yak, buat anda sekalian penggemar Tolkien dan middle earth, ini buku pas banget buat anda sekalian. huahahha, ini semacam prequel dari segala yang terjadi di perang cincin atau mungkin yang lebih dikenal orang terjadi di film Lord of the Rings. ini buku mirip sama the unfinished tales (tolkien juga). oh ya, buat yang penasaran sama ceritanya beren dan luthien juga ada disini. anyhooo, ini bukunya baru, samasekali belom dibaca. kenapa gue jual? karena gue punya 3 buku dengan judul yang sama beda edisi aja. ini paperback dan softcover. kalo tertarik, PM aja alrite =)


oh ya, detil centilnya =
penerbit : harper collins
jmlh hal : 445 hal dari bab1 ampe ujung(udah ama peta), dan 34 hal ga penting (pengantar, daftar isi, ringkasan)
dimensi : lebar 11 cm, panjang 17,5 cm, tinggi 3,7 cm (kayak ngitung volume...)

oh ya, sebelom mikir yg nggak2...bukunya emang ga diplastikin karena seperti buku2 yang dijual di toko buku luar lainnya, emang supaya bisa dibuka2...tapi kalo mao diplastikin sih, ntar gue plastikin (costumer service ajep dah)

kalo masih ada yang mao ditanya, kabarin ya =)

kenapa suka? ini web sebenernya ga jauh beda ama multiply, friendster, myspace, facebook bla-bla-bla, bedanya (or should i say : ASYIKNYA) ini web mengkhususkan diri buat buku-buku yang kita pernah baca, sedang baca dan akan baca. awalnya gue join cuma buat mamer buku apa aja yang udah gue baca dan berapa banyak, tapi dalam perjalanan gue lupa buku apa aja yang gue punya dan udah gue baca (saking banyaknya..sumpah ini gue ga boong, bukan sok tapi emang beneran lupa saking banyaknya...) dan berujung pada tour keliling web tersebut. ada diskusi buku, add pengarang favorit lo (sayang pengarang2 favorit gue udah pada mati...eh meninggal), trus ajang cari buku yang lo mao..ihihi, seru juga kan sekalian jadi inventarisasi buku-buku lo jadi inget tuh buku pada kemana, siapa yang pinjem dll. ah, buat pengisi waktu lumayanlah dikit...

He looked at his wife who crossed the street

She was wearing a red trench coat which she promised to throw away

And which she kept pulling out of her closet, year after year

She approached all things the same way

And it was that trait that attracted him, when he first met her

The same clothes worn over and over again

Piles of lipstick which she never used

That song...life’s vortex, which she intonated while making food

Was a part of the life that had become alien to him

And which he intended to abandon between the main dish and dessert

He realized the weird and logical inappropriateness of the place

He had chosen to abandoned her

It was here that he first realized

That he had stopped loving her

When she smiled, he was on the verge of shouting : I’m leaving you

Stop smiling

But instead he offered her some wine

It pissed him off that she never ordered any hors d’ oeuvres or dessert

But she almost always ate his whole portion

The worst thing was that he always ended up ordering what she loved

I’m not sure I actually like that cake. He thought solemnly

When she started to cry like she never cried before

He thought that she knows he was leaving her for Marie Christine

A passionate flight attendant who he loved for a year and a half

She knows, he thought

She’s known it for some time

I should have expected it

Still crying, she took out some documents from her handbag

And handed them to him

The documents were written in a lifeless medical language

And described leukemia in its terminal stage

Having read the documents, the meeting’ s purpose flew out of his mind

And a weird metallic voice said to him :

You have to be up to the task !

And he was

He ordered 3 pieces of cake as take out

And sent an sms to his mistress

Forget about  me.

He surrounded her with the care she always desired

He hung paintings. He moved things from one place to another

He accompanied her to morning showings of her favorite movies

He went with her to sales, even though he hated shopping

He read murakami’s “ sputnik sweetheart” aloud

And everything, even the most mundane things had a different meaning

Since he learned he was doing them for her for the last time

Behaving like a man in love

He once again become a man in love

And when she died in his arms

He fell into an emotional coma

From which he never awoke

And until this day

Years later

His heart still sinks

When he sees a woman in a red trench coat

 disclaimer : Coixet's piece part Bastille on Paris je t'aime. you really have to watch it. it was beautiful

jadi nih salah satu cerita si abang malfoy yang kita ketahui bersama adalah...my sick pleasure...tapi sumpah, tanpa bermaksud nyuri cerita ato gimana ini cerita gue ambil dari fanfiction.net, gue lupa aja sapa yang bikin nih cerita.

disclaimer : not mine, not even the writer's, all character goes to JK.Rowling...and by the way, whoever wrote this story, i didn't took it, i just forget your name. so here goes :

Pure Lunacy

 

for the first time
I'm telling how much I need and bleed for
your every move and waking sound in my time
I'll wrap my wire around your heart
and your mind
you're mine forever now
who wouldn't be the one you love and live for
who wouldn't stand inside your love and die for
who wouldn't be the one you love
-Stand Inside your Love, The Smashing Pumpkins

      

        They all like to say that I 'saw' the light. That one day I woke up and decided that Voldemort was not the way and that Dumbledore and his army were. That I finally saw that being an evil bastard was just not a good thing to be.

         Give me a break.

        The truth is I figured out after awhile that I was on the losing side. And being the smart guy I am, I gracefully made my way over to the winning side. That, and I wanted to spite my father. Because, you know, all boys hate their fathers.

        

       No, they do. It's some deep, psychological thing. That, and my father was a real jackass.

        

        It has a lot to do with her. Do you think if I was still a Death Eater I would have fallen in love with Hermione Granger? Come on, now. That's not to say that when I switched sides I fell head over heels right away. In fact, I hated Granger more than ever. Since the Aurors couldn't really be sure of me, they assigned one of their best to keep an eye on me. One of their best happened to be Granger, of course. And she was awful. She took everything I said as some symbolic threat. She followed me everywhere. If I made any sudden movements, she stupefied me. And you know, I think that might have caused some brain damage. That, and I developed a tic. She constantly questioned my actions.

            'Why are you sitting there?'

            'Why are you reading that?'

            'Why do you want to go there?'

            'Why are you breathing?'

      

       No, she didn't ask me why I was breathing, but I'm trying to make a point here. Anyway this went on for about two months, and I was about to go back to being a Death Eater.

        

       Yeah, really. But then, the Ministry was directly attacked. Remember that? Remember hearing about how nasty it was? Well, I was there, fighting against those I used to call comrades. I was dealing with MacNair when my father, the bastard, cast a really nasty curse meant for me. And guess what happened?

        

       Granger screamed my name, my first name, pushed me out of the way and got hit by it instead. It pissed me off, I've never been so angry.

       

       Well, I killed MacNair, and then I turned around and killed my father.

        

       Yeah, it was me who kill Lucius Malfoy. I asked the people who witnessed it to keep quiet about the situation.

        

       It felt good. And no, I don't regret it at all. Actually, that's not true, I did regret it a little when Weasley… Ron Weasley complained that Lucius would have been better to us alive. But other than that…

        

       She was unconscious for nearly a month, as you know. You were all pretty sure she wouldn't wake up, that she was brain dead. But I knew better, I knew that Granger was a fighter, so I didn't give up on her.

         

       …No, that's not when I fell in love with her! Are you crazy? I despised her more than anything that month. If she died, then her life would have been on my hands. And I hated her for putting me in that position. She woke up, though. And she looked at Potter, at Weasley, at Lupin, and then at me. And do you know what the first words out of her mouth were?

         

       'Are you alright, Malfoy?' What the hell kind of question is that to ask after being in a coma for a month? 'Are you alright, Malfoy?'  What a lunatic.

        

       I said I was fine. And she smiled that small smile of hers that made you feel like you were the most important and wonderful person in the world. Then she drifted back into a healthy sleep, leaving the four of us dumbfounded.

        

        After she was fully recovered and back in business the most evil man in the world decided to do the most sadistic thing.

        

       No, not Voldemort. Dumbledore. Anyway, he decided that Granger and I would make a good team. I failed to see the logic in this arrangement, and so did Granger. But Dumbledore apparently saw plenty of logic, because he pushed for it. I don't think I've ever resented the crazy, old man more.

        So, Granger and I would become the strangest and most unlikely partners in Auror history, but we would also become the best. It turned out, that despite all our differences, Granger and I thought alike. We just executed our tactics differently. She was a Gryffindor and I was a Slytherin, after all. After arguing these tactics with each other, and nearly biting each other's head off in the process, we would eventually settle for middle ground. This really threw off our enemies, and we had many victories as a result. And since Granger was naturally inclined to be act like an overly sentimental idiot, and I had a debt to pay, we always looked out for each other. You wouldn't believe the bounty Voldemort put on our heads. Makes a chap feel kind of proud.

         

          Yeah, yeah, I'm getting to it. What is it with you women and romance? So, here were me and Granger, kicking Death Eater ass. And when we weren't kicking Death Eater ass, or fighting, we treated each other with a cold formality. Potter would later say that the sexual tension between us was glaringly obvious.

        

         No. I really didn't feel any sexual tension at all during that time. At least, not consciously.  I had no reason to, you see. For the most part, I forgot that my partner was female, and I preferred it that way. It made things less complicated. … But that would change, unfortunately.

         One day, one horrible day, I went to Granger's flat to discuss our newest assignment. She didn't answer the door after I rang the bell twice, so I just walked right in. I remember being annoyed at her for never bothering to lock her door. As I was closing it, and locking it myself, I heard a crash from her bedroom. And it scared the hell out of me. What if she was being attacked? So I kicked opened her bedroom door, and stepped in, wand ready. But Granger wasn't being attacked, the rack that held all those …what are they called? Those flat, silver plates that muggles use to play music? DZs? …DCs? …No, CDs! Yeah, that's it. Anyway, it fell and the CD's were scattered all over her bedroom floor. I would have just rolled my eyes, called her a klutz, and told her to hurry up. If it weren't for one very unfortunate detail…

       

        Granger was standing there, staring wide-eyed at the fallen CD rack, hairbrush in her hand, hair wet, bath towel at her feet, completely naked and completely perfect in everyway. When I burst into the room, she looked up at me, and then back down at the towel that, I'm assuming, she dropped when the CD rack fell, then she looked up at me. Then a lovely blush stained her cheeks, and she screamed at me to get the hell of her room and threw the hairbrush at me. I was out of her room in less than a second, and then out of her flat in two seconds. But it was already too late. I had seen enough for my mind and body to remember that Hermione Granger was, indeed, a female, and a very nice looking one at that.

        

         That little minx pretended the whole thing never happened. And I figured I could get over it just fine. I mean, it's not like I was deprived or anything, I knew plenty of girls that would be willing and ready to sleep with me. But things only got worse for me, because suddenly I was noticing things. The shapeliness and fullness of her lips that made her look like she was pouting. The way she bit that bottom lip when she was nervous. The dimple in her right cheek when she smiled. The fact that her eyes were the color of cinnamon. The way she lifted her chin stubbornly when she knew she was right. The small mole on her right shoulder. The way she talked with her hands. How she always smelled of Vanilla. Her no-nonsense walk. The little sounds she made when she was irritated with me. All of it just came into full focus.

        

         It  made me want to scream at her and destroy her with one good hex. But mostly I wanted to kiss her until she couldn't think straight. I wanted to push her against my desk in our office, rip all of her non-flattering clothes off, and take her right then and there. Right on that damn desk. I wanted to replace that self-righteous look of hers with a look of pure pleasure. …And I really could go on and on, but from the look on your face, I doubt you think it's appropriate.

       

        Well, the lust was fast and chaotic, and it left me breathless. The love, on the other hand, was a bit sneakier; it crept up on me slowly. In the beginning, it was a very rare thing for Granger and I just to talk.You know, have a conversation about a book or something. But gradually, Granger would just start telling me things. What she thought of a book, the weather, a color, rumors, universal theories and stuff like that. It was in her nature to enjoy discussing things; she just needed to get comfortable enough with a person before she did. And being that she spent time with me more than anyone else, she probably figured that she either had to fight against her nature, or give in and get comfortable with me. She chose the latter. So, I got to know Granger really well. And after awhile, she became more than my partner, and a great annoyance in my life. She became a person. And I liked the person she was. Why wouldn't I? She was intelligent, witty, and she had a good sense of humor.

        

         The day I realized I was in love with her was the day we got caught in the rain. We were tying up some loose ends in a muggle park where the Death Eaters had killed a few muggles a few weeks before. It was dismal, boring, routine work that always put Granger in a dark mood. We both wanted to be done and out as soon as possible. Just as we finished, the sky, which had been ominously dark all day, rumbled with a loud thunderclap, and rained down on us. We were drenched in seconds. I yelled at Granger over the rain that we were done and that we needed to get the hell out of that park before we drowned. But Granger just stood, staring straight ahead, seeing something that wasn't really there. I remember scowling and walking over to her, and putting my hand on her shoulder, shaking her…

       "We need to go!" I said.

       She turned and looked at me, smiling sadly. "Everyone thinks that rain represents sadness, death, misery… all those horrible things. I've never thought that. Rain is life, rain washes away all the bad, all the pain."

       She lifted her arms and face to the sky, and spun once. Then she glanced at me and her smile was no longer sad, but happy and playful. She put her arms down and took my hands in hers. "Play with me, Malfoy!"

       I stared at her like she had lost it. "...What?"

       Her smile grew wider. "Play in the rain with me!"

       Then she pulled me with her into a puddle that was nearly knee-deep in depth. I glared at her and started making my way out of that lake of a puddle, but she held on. I gave my wrist a good, hard yank, which took her by surprise and had her falling into me. I lost my balance and we both fell.

       I was in the cold, muddy water, but her body was warm and soft against mine. It was an extremely uncomfortable situation. "Damn it, Granger!"

       She looked at me a bit wide-eyed, then rolled off me much to my relief and misery, and sat next to me. "Geez, Malfoy. Way to ruin the fun."

       I sneered, gripped a handful of mud at the bottom of the puddle, and smeared it on to her face. She screamed in surprise, and took her own handful of mud and threw it at me. It went on like that. We threw mud at each other like we were five-year-old Neanderthals.

       Eventually she yelled that she gave up and then she laughed, that rich and carefree laugh that I loved, but I didn't know why. I just grinned at her.

       "See? Wasn't that fun?" She said.

       "Oh yes, but it might have been more fun if you were naked… and you were fighting in the mud with another naked girl. And I was a few feet away, under an umbrella, cheering you on." I drawled, trying to wipe some of the mud off my face.

       She laughed again.  "You need to get your head out of the gutter." And she leaned forward, and wiped the mud off of my cheek gently.

       And it was there, right there, when I knew that I was in love. … Oh holy hell, are you crying?

      

       Oh, quit crying, it's not a big deal. And I didn't do anything about it. We got up and Apparated back to the ministry.

      

       Because I was scared. And it takes a lot for me to admit that, even now. I'd never been in love before, and it was overwhelming. It was consuming. I could barely look her in the eye afterwards because I was so afraid she'd see. It was torture working with her. It's hard to be so close to your idea of perfection and knowing that it would never be yours.

      

       I didn't tell her because all my life I was used to getting what I wanted, but this situation was different, because she had to want the same thing for it to work. I wasn't used to that.  I am the proverbial only child that is spoiled and selfish, and I was afraid of being rejected for the first time in my life.

      

        After awhile it got to be too much for me, so I started distancing myself from her. I pushed her away; I treated her like I did in the past. With a cold formality, except this time without the fighting. I could tell it bothered her, and she confronted me about it, but I brushed her off. And finally, she gave up trying to find out what was wrong, just accepted things. She did that, you know, accepted things even though she was unhappy with them.

      

       Yes, yes it was wrong and probably very unhealthy, but that's the way it was.  And I figured that would be that, you know? That I would be forever in love with someone I could not have. Eventually, I started getting used to the idea, because I just have so much strength. Then Granger started dating Adonis Makarios, that Greek prat from the Charms Department.

      

       Well, I'm glad you remember. I remember too. I remember that it drove me fucking crazy. Excuse my language. Jealously, stark raving mad jealously was another emotion I was quite unfamiliar with. I wanted to kill him. Every time I saw them flirting with each other at work I wanted to break his face. Every time she mentioned she was going on a date with him, I wanted to grab her and kiss her and tell her she was mine, all mine. But I didn't, because I figured that I was better than that… and that the relationship wouldn't last more than two weeks because Granger was so focused on her job that she wouldn't let it become serious. But Makarios was a persistent guy, and he wouldn't take no for an answer, and when they were still dating after three weeks, I lost it…

       "I'm leaving early today," She said. Her face was bright, and she was smiling very prettily.

       "Why's that?" I asked, enchanted by her smile and that dimple of hers.

       "Adonis is taking me out to dinner tonight," She said cheerfully, while tidying up things on my desk like she always did.

       My eyes narrowed and I clenched my hands into tight fists. "Dinner, huh? So I guess it's just a matter of time before he's in your pants," I spat.

       She dropped some paperwork, startled. "H-how dare you say such a thing!? You have no right to say something like that to me!  What I do with my personal life is none of your business!"

       I stood up from my chair and leaned closer, the desk the only thing that stop me from grabbing her and drowning in the vanilla that clouded all my senses. "I can say anything I fucking want to," I hissed.

       "And just what gives you the right!?"

       I didn't have a reasonable answer for that one. So I threw out another insult. "Hey, I'm just worried that when he decides to fuck you you'll get distracted from what matters. Your job."

       Her own eyes narrowed, and she smiled cruelly. "Oh? Is that all? Well what makes you think that he hasn't fucked me already?"

       It was the most vulgar thing I'd ever heard her say, and it was like a slap in the face. Unwanted images of she and Makarios together making love flashed through my head, and left me sick to the stomach.

       My shock and revulsion must have been clear on my face, because in a huff she stomped around her desk and stood only what seemed like an inch in front of me.

       "Just what is your problem, Malfoy? You've been acting like a complete bastard to me for nearly two months, and I know it's not just Adonis, because I only started dating him a month ago. So tell me, what is the problem!?"

       "I don't have to deal with this," I said, not meeting her eye, and began to move away. I couldn't breathe suddenly.

       But Granger pushed me as hard as she could against the desk and it had me thinking of all those not-so-innocent fantasies. …I really needed to get out.

       "I want answers, Malfoy! And you're not leaving until I get them! Her voice was desperate and nearly hysterical.

       And something else inside me snapped.

       "You want answers, Granger? I'll give you fucking answers. I can't stop thinking about you.  Everywhere I go, everything I see, everything I do reminds me of you. You drive me fucking crazy! I want… I can't…" My voice trailed off. I had just done a very un-Malfoy like thing. I wanted somebody to kill me right then and there.

       Granger stared at me, cute and confused. "What are you saying, Malfoy?"

       I pushed her away from me, gently, but the intent was still there. I didn't want her near me. "That I'm in love with you and I don't fucking LIKE IT! Now you know. Now you can go on your little date and you can go fuck Makarios. Go. Get out. Have a bloody wonderful time!"

       Granger just stood there, looking shocked.

       "Granger, I suggest you stop standing there looking like an idiot and go before I do something we're both gonna regret," I said, meaning every word.

       She cocked her said to the side, and the shock was gone replaced by curiousity. "Like what?" She asked, her voice so nauseatingly innocent that I knew she was trying to bait me.

       So I decided to show her just what.

       I stepped forward and kissed her. Hard. All my frustrations went into that kiss. I wanted her to know just how crazy I was because I couldn't have her.  Then Granger took me completely by surprise. She returned my kiss with the same vigor and passion. It turned out that she was just as frustrated as I was.

       So there you have it. It turned out that Granger was in love with me too. Makarios had just been a charming and pleasant distraction that got her mind off of me, she later admitted. And she never slept with him, much to my relief. I demanded that she break off all ties with him and never speak to him again.

      

        ...She didn't, anyway. She's not like that, unfortunately. She just explained everything to him, and he understood completely, because he's Greek and that makes him all mystical and wise. … Or something. Anyway, they're still good friends, and I still despise him. You can't always win.

      

       For some time, actually. You're going to have to ask her about it yourself, because that's her story to tell.

      

       Not as shocked as I thought they'd be. I guess everyone had seen what we hadn't. Dumbledore's eyes just twinkled in that way that really pisses me off. And Potter and Weasley…er, Ron just told me if I hurt her they'd kill me. Slowly.

      

       We wanted to wait until Voldemort was defeated. I told Potter to hurry it up, because I was getting impatient, and the man pulled through for me.

      

       …Oh come on, of course you can rush the defeat and death of a dark and powerful wizard. I even helped him out with it. What are you so mad at me for? I'm a hero!

      

      I only refer to her as Granger when I'm talking about her to other people, now. She's the same. Our first names have become something of a pet name to each other, which is kind of sad, now that I think about it.

      

       I'm very happy.

      

       Prepared? What is there to be prepared for? I'm getting married, not going to war.

      

 

Start:	Nov 21, '06 06:00a
End:	Nov 21, '06 6:00p
Location:	dunia ide

dihari ini mari kita manfaatkan waktu untuk menyatu dengan alam...yuk..mariii

Lupus, mas Boy, Olga Dan sepatu roda plus café blue (or is it café biru?)

Kalo inget nama-nama itu, inget romantika tahun 90an awal. Semuanya jadi ikon2 anak muda Jakarta yang seru, asyik, gaul (untuk mas Boy : Kaya Raya) dan emang bener2 cocok idup di jaman itu. Buat gue sendiri, tokoh-tokoh itu ikut ngebentuk diri gue sekarang. Mungkin...buat lo semua penggemar Hilman, ngerasain sendiri gimana gokil-nya tuh orang dalam rangka menciptakan tokoh Lupus yang kita cintai (ampe sekarang), cerita yang dibuat selalu terasa ”gue banget”, sederhana, tapi sangat akrab.
Sering banget cerita Lupus dan Olga itu bikin gue ngakak setengah mati, tapi ada juga cerita yang mengharu biru (biasanya kalo Hilman udah mulai masukin dikit2 pandangan idupnya) ato kalo baca café blue yang gue anggap karya sastra. kalo buat mas Boy mungkin lebih visual ya, secara gue belom pernah tuh nemu buku catatan si Boy, gue Cuma nonton filmnya ajah. Dengan ongky alexander (oh my God, dia kemana ya?) mbak paramitha rusady dan mbak meriam belina plus mas didi petet yang sempet bikin gue kepengen jadi adeknya mas Boy (yang ganteng, kaya, rajin ibadah, sopan, pinter, punya keluarga asyik, temen2 rame).
Jelas, ampe sekarang gue masih jatuh cinta sama lupus, olga, mas boy atao café blue sekalipun dan jelas juga, gue belom nemuin ada pengarang yang bisa bikin ikon anak muda sekarang kayak Lupus ato Olga yang bikin majalah Hai kesemsem. Emang sekarang ada cerita pembangkit nasionalisme kayak 5cm karya donny dirgantoro, atao cerita bloonnya aditya mulya dengan Jomblo ato gege mencari cinta, or Cintapuccino (or even Eiffel, i’m in love)...hanya saja, menurut gue cerita2 itu belom merepresentasikan apa yang pernah direpresentasikan oleh Lupus ato mas Boy
Gue dan abang2 gue suka bikin klasifikasi orang berdasarkan jaman apa yang mereka suka. Abang gue bang Ali adalah orang 70an, bang laung adalah orang 80an, dan gue...pastinya orang 90an. Kenapa ? karena di tahun 90an itu banyak hal2 pembentuk diri terjadi di idup gue, kayak : LA Gear, Burger King, Gelael, Seibu, Yaohan, Holiday Inn Batam, Singapore, vanilla...in short, hal-hal baik terjadi ama gue di tahun2 itu. Emang masih terlalu dini bilang taun 90an itu tahun terbaik buat gue, tapi…we live in present time kan?
Sekarang kalo gue baca lupus, ada kenangan manis aja yang muncul. Lo tau nggak sih, perasaan rindu ama suasana, aroma, rasa tertentu yang nggak akan ilang walaupun terkadang lo lupa ? nah, perasaan kayak gitu yang muncul sekarang. Kayak kalo gue denger lagu2nya Kla Projek. Warms my Heart banget. Menghangatkan !!
Kalo lo punya adek, ato sodara yang nggak kenal ama lupus lebih baik lo kenalin sekarang deh. Emang jaman berubah...bisa aja dulu kita ngaku2 generasi lupus, sekarang mungkin ada generasi AADC or generasi cosmo, Cuma inget aja...itu Cuma ulangan dari apa yang dulu pernah ada dan kalo dulu ada romantisme à la Lupus, apa salahnya sekarang dibuat lagi ?
Percaya deh, nggak akan rugi kenalan ama Lupus dan mas Boy. Malah lo bakal ngerasain enaknya jadi anak muda jakarta yang cihuy !!! nongkrong masih pake kata mejeng, maennya bukan di kemang or citos, tapi masih di Blok M, makan bukan di fine dining, tapi di KFC, baju bukan baju ketat2 ,tapi baju kedombrangan, musik masih Paula abdul yang rush2, wah pokoknya 90an banget deh. Jadi inget Ryan Hidayat, Desy Ratnasari ama Ongky Alexander deh. Gila, bikin tulisan aja bikin gue bernostalgia !!!
Ketika gue (dulu) baca Lupus, gue emang belom kenal ama seno gumira ajidarma dengan sepotong senja untuk pacarku or Jomblo. Jadi gue bener2 Cuma pembaca setia aja deh, nggak liat2 pengarang or genre ceritanya tapi gue berkeyakinan ini buku (lupus) bakal jadi salah satu buku bacaan paling menghibur sepanjang masa. Ibarat kata Lupus dibuat hardcover buat collector’s edition, gue bakal borong abis!
Sorry-dorry-morry yee, gue disini bukan mao jualan or jadi sales buku, Cuma gue mao mengingatkan lagi makhluk2 sejaman ama gue bahwa idup kita masih dipenuhi filsafat2 Lupus yang kejarlah daku kau ku jitak, or Makhluk manis dalam bis. Just remember when you’re feeling sad and you got nowhere to run, you can always come back to the memories, warm as a good cup of coffee and a piece of cake in a rainy day.
I LOVE THE 90s, I LOVE LUPUS-and-MAS BOY, I LOVE THE TIME!!!