<?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-1500187193852796378</id><updated>2012-01-04T05:14:51.865-08:00</updated><category term='Words and places'/><category term='xxxx'/><category term='Puapala'/><title type='text'>Little Lost Wonderland</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearlittlethita.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1500187193852796378/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearlittlethita.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pranaya Arthita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887567184482642606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cG3-XXSpMEQ/Tldu-Dlw5lI/AAAAAAAAAIc/NUk5ub_kR_U/s220/PIC033.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1500187193852796378.post-690370808715634224</id><published>2011-08-26T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T07:49:47.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La Vie En Rose</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; After all time I've lived in a lost wonderland, I decided to create another place and living. It's not that I got bored of wonderland, no, not at all. I always loved this place of mine. But this idea of creation is just too cute to ignore (even my boyfriend said it's cute).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I was about to completely change the concept, from &lt;u&gt;Little Lost Wonderland &lt;/u&gt;to &lt;u&gt;La Vie En Rose&lt;/u&gt; (&lt;a href="http://apinktown.blogspot.com/2011/08/vux.html"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt; to catch some explanation). In fact, I had changed everything; the name, the signs, all the atmosphere. Just before I promote the 'new' place, something bothers me. &lt;i&gt;How could I destroy the place I create?&lt;/i&gt; I can't find the rights in me to crush Little Lost Wonderland. I froze, stared at the not-wonderland Wonderland. I clicked the 'design' sign, and slowly changed it into the old Wonderland it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I created one place, why couldn't I create another?&lt;/i&gt; An idea got me. So there I made, a new place, a town, I call it La Vie En Rose. I think I'm gonna live there, that depends, but I'm positive. I think I'm gonna keep this little place lost. I would come visit though, for vacation or some. But my daily routines would probably be posted at my new home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya later Little Lost Wonderland! Je t'aime♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1500187193852796378-690370808715634224?l=dearlittlethita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearlittlethita.blogspot.com/feeds/690370808715634224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearlittlethita.blogspot.com/2011/08/la-vie-en-rose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1500187193852796378/posts/default/690370808715634224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1500187193852796378/posts/default/690370808715634224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearlittlethita.blogspot.com/2011/08/la-vie-en-rose.html' title='La Vie En Rose'/><author><name>Pranaya Arthita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887567184482642606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cG3-XXSpMEQ/Tldu-Dlw5lI/AAAAAAAAAIc/NUk5ub_kR_U/s220/PIC033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1500187193852796378.post-7020050617345356909</id><published>2011-08-23T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T01:35:27.673-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xxxx'/><title type='text'>Keep calm and ......!</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; I was worrying about stuffs happened, stressing out about things to do, freaking out of fears, all that. Lost my self-esteem, my inner peace, myself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I kept complaining about everything, comparing myself to another person. It ain't a beauty at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Talked to my best dudes, screaming my heads off, searching for peace. LITERALLY. I even searched on Google and Google images. Sound desperate, but look what I found:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XjHifNujIVo/TlNYtVsnuBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/E6t6FQMUO30/s1600/tumblr_lpp1gb7IFg1r1577po1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XjHifNujIVo/TlNYtVsnuBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/E6t6FQMUO30/s320/tumblr_lpp1gb7IFg1r1577po1_400.jpg" width="274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;DAMN, this is my favorite :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Also found this very lovely one:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qTOyU2fzfC4/TlNYsQLJDiI/AAAAAAAAAF8/6TP2A24JNyg/s1600/tumblr_loqq6tX67o1qamyq8o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qTOyU2fzfC4/TlNYsQLJDiI/AAAAAAAAAF8/6TP2A24JNyg/s320/tumblr_loqq6tX67o1qamyq8o1_500.jpg" width="274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAKUNA MATATA&lt;/b&gt; is a Swahili phrase that is literally translated as "There are no worries". It is sometimes translated as "no worries", although is more commonly used similarly to the American English phrase "no problem".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And these are more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FJ3TU0JNEaY/TlNeUzamOuI/AAAAAAAAAGw/1IxiE1kWKY8/s1600/tumblr_lg5qx51xLB1qfcp9uo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FJ3TU0JNEaY/TlNeUzamOuI/AAAAAAAAAGw/1IxiE1kWKY8/s200/tumblr_lg5qx51xLB1qfcp9uo1_500_large.jpg" width="171" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nD515cs-Smk/TlNeNuxMJPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/kl6qKd9PHS0/s1600/Keep+Calm+and+Blog+On.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nD515cs-Smk/TlNeNuxMJPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/kl6qKd9PHS0/s200/Keep+Calm+and+Blog+On.jpg" width="141" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4r0DdqIQ6U/TlNbpiuCsgI/AAAAAAAAAGE/W-_x5T72m2I/s1600/KEEP+CALM2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q4r0DdqIQ6U/TlNbpiuCsgI/AAAAAAAAAGE/W-_x5T72m2I/s200/KEEP+CALM2.jpg" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V8xl2odm0Rw/TlNbxZ29JdI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/mCT2ayvRQO8/s1600/tumblr_lcq5theHHz1qc3hmco1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V8xl2odm0Rw/TlNbxZ29JdI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/mCT2ayvRQO8/s200/tumblr_lcq5theHHz1qc3hmco1_500.jpg" width="131" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c5fSONGFhpY/TlNeI6M8OpI/AAAAAAAAAGk/UGFoac5yYL0/s1600/il_fullxfull.248083456.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c5fSONGFhpY/TlNeI6M8OpI/AAAAAAAAAGk/UGFoac5yYL0/s200/il_fullxfull.248083456.jpg" width="164" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T9zRADO8zu4/TlNbstqycZI/AAAAAAAAAGI/V8CwTvOKe8A/s1600/work.7056396.1.sticker%252C375x360.keep-calm-and-eat-ice-cream-2-v1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T9zRADO8zu4/TlNbstqycZI/AAAAAAAAAGI/V8CwTvOKe8A/s200/work.7056396.1.sticker%252C375x360.keep-calm-and-eat-ice-cream-2-v1.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E6JNgi1kaxY/TlNcATbPpqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ZGo_qfAjNTE/s1600/Shabrina.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E6JNgi1kaxY/TlNcATbPpqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ZGo_qfAjNTE/s200/Shabrina.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gduEZl5iHFw/TlNcBeThFAI/AAAAAAAAAGc/f6a96zCZUfE/s1600/tumblr_ldeoeghJxX1qcsqk4o1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gduEZl5iHFw/TlNcBeThFAI/AAAAAAAAAGc/f6a96zCZUfE/s200/tumblr_ldeoeghJxX1qcsqk4o1_400.jpg" width="153" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J3dupN9wvAY/TlNb2G4abMI/AAAAAAAAAGU/gQ4ku-L8XC0/s1600/tumblr_lbrz44F8n41qc3hmco1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J3dupN9wvAY/TlNb2G4abMI/AAAAAAAAAGU/gQ4ku-L8XC0/s200/tumblr_lbrz44F8n41qc3hmco1_400.jpg" width="120" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WUvq86Rjcvg/TlNc37yI1jI/AAAAAAAAAGg/gSwG_1fjd8k/s1600/il_570xN.186073557.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WUvq86Rjcvg/TlNc37yI1jI/AAAAAAAAAGg/gSwG_1fjd8k/s320/il_570xN.186073557.jpg" width="246" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Feels like I have forgotten how to dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Feels like I have forgotten to truly be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Feels like I have forgotten how to be myself again.&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My friends were right. Perfections belong to nobody. It's time to stop this nonsense. I don't want to waste my time putting a fake smile on my face as I pretend to feel no pain again. I'm gonna be true to myself. Happiness will find me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Just for now&lt;br /&gt;It's that time of year&lt;br /&gt;Leave all your hopelessness' aside&lt;br /&gt;Tears stop right here&lt;br /&gt;I know we've all had a bumpy ride&lt;br /&gt;-Imogen Heap&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Oh yeah and one more thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u688jKwBiAI/TlNlX1l8HWI/AAAAAAAAAG4/G7iYQC-wGaA/s1600/Keep+Calm+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u688jKwBiAI/TlNlX1l8HWI/AAAAAAAAAG4/G7iYQC-wGaA/s1600/Keep+Calm+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1500187193852796378-7020050617345356909?l=dearlittlethita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearlittlethita.blogspot.com/feeds/7020050617345356909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearlittlethita.blogspot.com/2011/08/keep-calm-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1500187193852796378/posts/default/7020050617345356909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1500187193852796378/posts/default/7020050617345356909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearlittlethita.blogspot.com/2011/08/keep-calm-and.html' title='Keep calm and ......!'/><author><name>Pranaya Arthita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887567184482642606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cG3-XXSpMEQ/Tldu-Dlw5lI/AAAAAAAAAIc/NUk5ub_kR_U/s220/PIC033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XjHifNujIVo/TlNYtVsnuBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/E6t6FQMUO30/s72-c/tumblr_lpp1gb7IFg1r1577po1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1500187193852796378.post-2505038151397326483</id><published>2011-07-30T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T03:49:16.176-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words and places'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puapala'/><title type='text'>Arsya Pratama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JUMAT, 29 JUNI 2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sebelum  puasa hendaknya kita semua nyekar dulu bukan? Berhubung hari ini SMA 8  pulang lebih cepat (Alhamdulillah) gue berinisiatif untuk ke makam Arsya  yang emang udah lama direncanain juga (cuma gak jadi-jadi). Me, Angger,  Anis, Farah, Racil, Adre berenam naik mobil gue dan Adre ke Jeruk  Purut, berangkat sekitar jam setengah 2 kayaknya. Adre di mobilnya sama  Angger, sisanya di mobil gue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Di  mobil gue tidur sambil dengerin playlist galau di iPodnya Anis, agak  shock tiba-tiba ada lagu Black and Yellow - Wiz Khalifa di playlist itu.  Gue kira Anis salah masukin, tapi ternyata emang sengaja -_- terus ke  shuffle Worry About You - 2am Club. Waaaa udah lama gue gak denger lagu  ini&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Broken lover, yes I made you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Believe that I would be the one to heal you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And if you go now out that doorway&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I won't say you're wrong&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But you know that I worry about you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Bangunlah  gue akhirnya, udah nyampe ternyata. Dengan tampang kucel gue turun  mobil, dan gue nyakar Angger secara random, terus dia nginjek kaki gue  sebagai balasan. DUAR langsung bangun deh gue hahaha. Gue beli bunga 2  kantong patungan sama Anis, baru deh ke makam Arsya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Nahan nafas sebentar pas liat ternyata dalam kurun waktu 6 bulan udah bertambah banyak banget makamnya. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Life is short, people. Enjoy it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.  Jadi bingung yang mana yang makam Arsya karena jadi berubah gitu kan  kelihatannya, setelah akhirnya ketemu, gue catet aja makamnya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Bagi yang mau nyekar ke makamnya Arsya: BLAD 35, BLOK AAI, NO.73&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uy63qG87tZ8/TjQr0pB8M0I/AAAAAAAAAEc/TkoUF3K4zFk/s1600/IMG00118-20110729-1435.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uy63qG87tZ8/TjQr0pB8M0I/AAAAAAAAAEc/TkoUF3K4zFk/s320/IMG00118-20110729-1435.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Here lies our best friend, our family, our Arsya.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Penjaga  kuburannya udah ngasih kami tempat duduk, tapi gue memutuskan untuk  duduk di rumput, karena kalo duduk di kursi jadi ketinggian, lagipula  rumputnya bersih kok. Duduklah kami semua di rumput mengelilingi makam,  terus mulai baca Al-Fatihah dan Ayat Kursi. Baru sadar gak ada satupun  dari kami yang bawa Yasin, jadi yasudahlah doa aja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Gue  telungkup di makamnya Arsya, main-mainin bunga di atas makam, Farah di  sebelah gue ngerapihin bentuk LOVE di tengah makamnya, Racil nangis,  Anis kayak doa gitu, Adre berdiri, (gue gak ngerti kenapa dia berdiri),  dan Angger bengong. Semuanya asik sendiri, sampe Racil bilang "Orang itu  mirip Arsya" gue nengok ke kanan, ada keluarga jalan ngedeketin kami  gitu, ternyata mereka mau nyekar juga. Gue liat ada cowok putih tinggi  pake kacamata. Gue diem, kami semua diem, kami semua ngeliatin si cowok  itu. Itu cowok kayaknya sadar diliatin, tapi dia gak menunjukkan  tanda-tanda dia risih atau marah, jadi gue tetep  liatin.................................until I finally lost interest in  him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Gue  telungkup lagi, terus gue bilang "Puapala masih beku Sya....." dan gue  nangis :'( jadi keinget lagi waktu itu. Senyumnya Arsya, dia main-mainin  webbing gue, masih gue simpen webbingnya, gue bawa-bawa terus udah  kayak jimat, gue inget dia heboh tanda tangan, jadi keinget banyak  banget...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Arsya, lahir 13 Januari 1997, suka dipanggil Acil, bocah, Dulunya Smabel tapi aksel, jadi tetep aja gue gak kenal cuma tau doang, tapi waktu gue liat di BT gue dan Zhaza berkomentar dia ganteng banget, waktu masuk 8 kelasnya di X-C, semangat banget waktu pemilihan subsi, baik banget sama semua orang, ketawanya freak,&amp;nbsp; dia bilang dia pengen jadi pilot, suka DEPAPEPE, jago main gitar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;pinter, dulu gak bisa push up tapi sekarang pasti udah jago, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;satu band sama Angger, kata Angger dia sering nebenging Angger pulang, pacarnya namanya Astrid, jadiannya tanggal 12 September 2010, punya twitter usernamenya &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#%21/arsyaprtm"&gt;@arsyaprtm&lt;/a&gt;, tweet terakhirnya adalah "wishmeluck". Hari Jumat tanggal 11 Februari sbelum kejadian dia ke kelas gue mainan webbing, udah gue gulung rapi sama dia direbut terus dimainin lagi, terus ketawa-tawa puas, abis itu dia bilang "GOOD LUCK YA BESOK"&lt;b&gt;. Motivasinya pas masuk Puapala adalah: Ingin mencoba pengalaman baru, naik gunung.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rQyh9nKHhBs/TjQxJMLZshI/AAAAAAAAAEk/xIgj7xc4Qyk/s1600/Capture19_13_50.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rQyh9nKHhBs/TjQxJMLZshI/AAAAAAAAAEk/xIgj7xc4Qyk/s200/Capture19_13_50.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DU7hS2E_LvY/TjQxIVdsWBI/AAAAAAAAAEg/fh22Lxr3DyY/s1600/Capture18_24_34.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DU7hS2E_LvY/TjQxIVdsWBI/AAAAAAAAAEg/fh22Lxr3DyY/s200/Capture18_24_34.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CJnhF-ZicuU/TjQxgqmaiMI/AAAAAAAAAE0/sIm_W5-WWh0/s1600/IMG00122-20110730-2327.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CJnhF-ZicuU/TjQxgqmaiMI/AAAAAAAAAE0/sIm_W5-WWh0/s200/IMG00122-20110730-2327.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_iw7oThkBP4/TjQxJoW04rI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dVtWRoZzh3E/s1600/Capture22_3_15.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_iw7oThkBP4/TjQxJoW04rI/AAAAAAAAAEo/dVtWRoZzh3E/s200/Capture22_3_15.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kI4WUZh_Mb8/TjQxKf24CDI/AAAAAAAAAEs/y-2tcxy1_ZE/s1600/Capture22_3_35.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kI4WUZh_Mb8/TjQxKf24CDI/AAAAAAAAAEs/y-2tcxy1_ZE/s200/Capture22_3_35.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LEjfGkr42ZI/TjQxd29X8uI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6KFQckqtA-4/s1600/IMG00121-20110730-2327.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LEjfGkr42ZI/TjQxd29X8uI/AAAAAAAAAEw/6KFQckqtA-4/s200/IMG00121-20110730-2327.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;You're amazing, Sya :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;You've taken so many pictures,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;You've left so many footprints,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;And you've killed so many time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;You're the real PUAPALA, Sya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;-Nayaka Angger Pradiptasiddhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvm-vj9GKqc/TjQjtvLbUbI/AAAAAAAAAEU/grcWKShf7Ic/s1600/IMG00120-20110729-1443.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="299" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fvm-vj9GKqc/TjQjtvLbUbI/AAAAAAAAAEU/grcWKShf7Ic/s400/IMG00120-20110729-1443.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1500187193852796378-2505038151397326483?l=dearlittlethita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearlittlethita.blogspot.com/feeds/2505038151397326483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearlittlethita.blogspot.com/2011/07/jumat-29-juni-2011-sebelum-puasa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1500187193852796378/posts/default/2505038151397326483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1500187193852796378/posts/default/2505038151397326483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearlittlethita.blogspot.com/2011/07/jumat-29-juni-2011-sebelum-puasa.html' title='Arsya Pratama'/><author><name>Pranaya Arthita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887567184482642606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cG3-XXSpMEQ/Tldu-Dlw5lI/AAAAAAAAAIc/NUk5ub_kR_U/s220/PIC033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uy63qG87tZ8/TjQr0pB8M0I/AAAAAAAAAEc/TkoUF3K4zFk/s72-c/IMG00118-20110729-1435.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1500187193852796378.post-7592301925213937385</id><published>2011-07-23T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T00:03:50.622-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words and places'/><title type='text'>Java Rockin' Land 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ERwEkoNkcw0/TiqJzcej9SI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/u12LnDzU8m8/s1600/Logo_Rockingland_onBlack.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ERwEkoNkcw0/TiqJzcej9SI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/u12LnDzU8m8/s320/Logo_Rockingland_onBlack.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;22nd of July 2011, 05.00am&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I decided to have some kind of a hair do, YES, It's &lt;a href="http://www.javarockingland.com/2011/"&gt;Java Rockin' Land 2011&lt;/a&gt; TONIGHT! I don't care if it's fvckin cold at 5 in the morning, I'm washing my hair, I dried it with a hairdrier and this brush. I tried to curl it a bit more, just to add some volume, and there I am ready to go to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;22nd of July 2011, 02.45pm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Hell yeah school's over^^ Searching for Anis Puspita Utami.........................oh, Hi Ger. I asked Angger where Anis is, but he doesn't know. Ah well, she could show up any minute, so I waited.. Uh! There she is, walking toward me, her and Monic. Hey both of you :D We're going to Boboy's today, all of us, Ca.Ang/Ba.Ca.Ang Pua 38 and Puapala 37. Angger was with his football club, so he couldn't accompany me that much. Me, Anis, and Arrazy were just about to walk through the school gate to Boboy's, when the rain started to pour. I was about to play in the rain, I forgot that I have to keep my hair supa-neat for JRL. I ran to shelter myself, but it's kinda too late, the hair's wet, ewww, but it's better too late than never, so I stood still. And waited. And waited. Damn! The rain won't stop. Me, Anis, and Arrazy ran frustratedly in the rain..............................................and finally reach Boboy's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;22nd of July 2011, 05:00pm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I'm not sure if we'll be at JRL on time, because Puapala hadn't finished yet. I changed clothes, (trying to) re do my hair, and get back to Puapala. And hoping beyond hope I won't be too late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;22nd of July 2011, 06:00pm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; On my way Carnaval Beach, Ancol. Me, Anis, Angger and Sarah. Thanks Sarah for being late T___T haha joking, off we go.&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;22nd of July 2011, 07:00pm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Arrived at Ancol and just in time for Sheila On 7 but we were very hungry and we believe foods and drinks inside JRL will be expensive. There's McDonald, we stopped by and eat. And just missed Sheila On 7. Ah well...&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;22nd of July 2011, 07:30pm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;JAVA ROCKIN' LAND 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5NnyntTnLxM/TipuZDwNTNI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Zdsfot9S7IE/s1600/We-Are-Scientist.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="121" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5NnyntTnLxM/TipuZDwNTNI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Zdsfot9S7IE/s200/We-Are-Scientist.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VkJXaHe81Qo/TipuYTuzawI/AAAAAAAAAEA/PIejdvjSCx4/s1600/Sheila-On-7-Bernostalgia-Di-Panggung-Java-Rockin-Land-2011_articleimage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="140" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VkJXaHe81Qo/TipuYTuzawI/AAAAAAAAAEA/PIejdvjSCx4/s200/Sheila-On-7-Bernostalgia-Di-Panggung-Java-Rockin-Land-2011_articleimage.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IqyTcOQAYXs/TipuVxD05cI/AAAAAAAAADw/ZDJ9UVK0E1I/s1600/0ot1uih8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IqyTcOQAYXs/TipuVxD05cI/AAAAAAAAADw/ZDJ9UVK0E1I/s200/0ot1uih8.jpg" width="169" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nfbl3uYrTdM/TipuXoWr5RI/AAAAAAAAAD8/lPO2FVvqR9Q/s1600/JRL-crowds-2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="137" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nfbl3uYrTdM/TipuXoWr5RI/AAAAAAAAAD8/lPO2FVvqR9Q/s200/JRL-crowds-2011.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PgcqZ2hPjHI/TipuXH4ZIrI/AAAAAAAAAD4/V2HpweJ5y2c/s1600/Frente_400px.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="122" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PgcqZ2hPjHI/TipuXH4ZIrI/AAAAAAAAAD4/V2HpweJ5y2c/s200/Frente_400px.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I met Selma and Difa and Difa's boyfriend. I met Derill, Dio, Sesa, Kemal and his girl, and I think there's more, I don't know it's kinda blurry. I also met Alifah, Noni and Aprilita. Oh yeah, and Pram joined me for the rest of the show with his sister, Saras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;23rd of July 2011, 00:00&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; HAPPY BIRTHDAY ADRE, ALIFAH, HASFARI, AND LUTHFAN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;23rd of July 2011, 00:30&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;AND THIS IS THE CLIMAX OF THE SHOW:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;30 SECONDS TO MARS!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Loving how they got the crowd gone mad, loving the encore "Kings and Queens", and loving the ending veeeeery much how they shot lots of paper with words written in it. But I froze when I read the message. This is mine:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p1UHBACLKQs/Tipz2_CyLPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/jy48EKoPTOI/s1600/IMG00113-20110723-1405.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p1UHBACLKQs/Tipz2_CyLPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/jy48EKoPTOI/s200/IMG00113-20110723-1405.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;u&gt;Argus Apocraphex&lt;/u&gt; doesn't only mean one, but because it refers to 30 Seconds To Mars, it might means this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Argos&lt;/b&gt;: Greek City near Mycenae and the name of The King's son too  (Argos Panoptes: a giant with one hundred eyes which is quite a  guardian, since only some of his eyes were sleeping in every moment and there would always be several eyes awake)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Etymology: argos arg* = bright (silver)&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Apocraphex&lt;/b&gt;: Latin apocriphus, from the late Greek "Apokryphos", which means: "&lt;i&gt;Not included in the canon&lt;/i&gt;", which takes us to the implicit sense of:  "hidden", "secret" [Apokryptein=&amp;nbsp; Apo (far) + kryptein = (to  conceal)] .  Later, apocriphus take the meaning of "&lt;i&gt;Not Authentic&lt;/i&gt;", "&lt;i&gt;Not genuine&lt;/i&gt;" refering to writings and books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I conclude "Find the Argus Apocraphex" as "Find the Hidden Giant" so it was kinda like "there's something in this music/show we bring here, and you need to find it, you need to know what it is." I wasn't really sure if that's the right conclusion so I made a small search, and haven't found much. But I found this same message hidden under 30 Seconds To Mars's CD Pamflet (A Beautiful Lie). Besides, this phrase "To the warriors and the keepers of the gate, we await" is also hidden under the CD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And I just remembered I didn't only take one paper but two instead, with the thought of giving it to Angger because he didn't reach the front row and he might not get some. So I gave it to him later when the show's over. I didn't read his message and gave him randomly one out of two. He read the message and throw it right away because it says "This is a cult." The word "cult" refers to a group whose beliefs are considered abnormal or bizarre, and in this case it might means satanic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B8RULA9S9ro/Tip_eWWaWLI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aVoC1-5qYrQ/s1600/triad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="173" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B8RULA9S9ro/Tip_eWWaWLI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aVoC1-5qYrQ/s200/triad.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1500187193852796378-7592301925213937385?l=dearlittlethita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearlittlethita.blogspot.com/feeds/7592301925213937385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearlittlethita.blogspot.com/2011/07/java-rockin-land-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1500187193852796378/posts/default/7592301925213937385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1500187193852796378/posts/default/7592301925213937385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearlittlethita.blogspot.com/2011/07/java-rockin-land-2011.html' title='Java Rockin&apos; Land 2011'/><author><name>Pranaya Arthita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887567184482642606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cG3-XXSpMEQ/Tldu-Dlw5lI/AAAAAAAAAIc/NUk5ub_kR_U/s220/PIC033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ERwEkoNkcw0/TiqJzcej9SI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/u12LnDzU8m8/s72-c/Logo_Rockingland_onBlack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1500187193852796378.post-4426360829431578053</id><published>2011-07-16T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T08:02:33.723-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words and places'/><title type='text'>Puncak Gunung Gede</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This time I'm not going to the hotel, mall, beach, friend's crib, theme park, or any other ordinary vacation while holiday. I'm going to a mountain!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SELASA, 5 JULI 2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Pekan Raya Jakarta, Indonesia. "Dhi, Nis, Boy, gue bener-bener harus ngasih tau lo semua sesuatu." Yak, semuanya nengok ke gue. Yak, gue makin awkward. Okay, let's get this done............................."Gueeee pinjem carrier lo ya Boy" gue ngomong lagi. Agak tertohok karena kata-kata yang terlontar pertama dari mulut Boboy adalah "Boleh, bayar ya" bukan "Lo mau kemana Tha?" Shit, this is epic. Setelah beberapa detik kami hening, Ardhi nanya, "Lo mau kemana?" Aha! Akhirnya ada yang nanya T___________T "Emmm, Gunung Gede" Hening lagi. Damn, why does it always have to be so awkward. Singkat cerita, mereka semua nyemangatin gue, dan gue terharu bisa kenal sama orang-orang ajaib kayak mereka. "&lt;i&gt;Lo kesana wakilin kita ya Tha.&lt;/i&gt;" DEG. Okay...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;RABU, 6 JULI 2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Mereka bilang carriernya Boboy itu berat, kasihan badan gue nanti. Blablablablabla oke, pake tasnya Ardhi aja. Toh itu semi-carrier juga. Datanglah Ardhi ke rumah gue dengan membawa perabotan gunung. Singkatnya, all packed, thanks a bunch, Ardhi. Dia bilang "Kalo lagi di Gunung nanti, jangan ngeluh ya Tha. jangan bilang capek, pegel, atau apapun." Oh my God.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Wish me luck :")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;KAMIS, 7 JULI 2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;It's my first time ever to go on trip to Gunung Gede!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (ummm, sebenernya ini pertama kali gue naik gunung). Thank you sooo much Hani, Lucky, Ginta, Purna, Kak Tyo, Kak Aris for bringing me along :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Sebelumnya gue mau menyesal sedikit dulu nih persiapan gak mateng sama sekali, won't happen again next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Well there it is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6:20&lt;/b&gt; Kami bertujuh kumpul dulu di &lt;u&gt;Terminal Kp. Rambutan&lt;/u&gt;, terus baru naik bus ke Cibodas. Perjalanannya lumayan lama, dan kami asik sendiri selama di bus. Ada yang tidur, dengerin lagu, bengong, dll (Thanks Angger for staying on the phone with me). Gue duduk di sebelah kiri bus, duduknya sama Hani, dan kami ngayal ngayal berdua (Dan Hani sedihhhh sekali karena Mahardika gak jadi ikut - screw you Dik). Akhirnya perjalanan 2 jam 40 menit berakhir juga dan kami sampai di &lt;u&gt;Pertigaan Cibodas&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;9:00&lt;/b&gt; Udaranya sudah mulai beda gitu di Cibodas, jadi panas sejuk gimana gitu ahahaha. Sebelum lanjut kemana-mana, kami mampir dulu ke Alf*mart untuk beli makanan kecil dan keperluan-keperluan lainnya. Menghabiskan waktu lumayan lama disana, sekitar setengah jam mungkin. We felt readier then, so we decided to go. Woohoo! Kami menaiki angkot menuju ke &lt;a href="http://gedepangrango.org/"&gt;Taman Nasional Gunung Gede Pangrango&lt;/a&gt;. Berhubung ini pengalaman pertama gue naik gunung, gue takut, taaakuuut banget, dan kayaknya semuanya udah siap, sedangkan gue.............................Dan gue juga pertamanya canggung gara-gara gue kelas X sendiri (salah siapa ini cobaaa?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;10:45&lt;/b&gt; Lucky dan Kak Aris langsung ngurus izin masuk dan lain-lain, sementara sisanya nunggu di pagar depan. Setelah selesai ngurus semuanya, kami makan siang dulu. Aaaaaa rasanya makanannya gak mau masuk ke mulut gue, yang namanya degdegan, takut, udah pusing deh pokoknya gue bingung. Tapi Hani cerita-cerita ke gue dulu pas dia pertama naik gunung, capek bgt, dan dia berpikir "Aduh di puncak nanti ada warung gak ya?" dan yang lain pada ketawa. Gue juga ketawa, hahahahahah..........................dan abis itu mikir "Loh emangnya gak ada ya?" Dan ternyata emang gak ada :") mau mati gak sih....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Selesai makan, kami berjalan memasuki &lt;u&gt;Gunung Gede. &lt;/u&gt;Nih depannya begini *gulping*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-glWxfke2zBE/TiHgJSlf19I/AAAAAAAAAC4/n6gOH_sCsEw/s1600/gunung-gede3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="116" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-glWxfke2zBE/TiHgJSlf19I/AAAAAAAAAC4/n6gOH_sCsEw/s320/gunung-gede3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;11:30&lt;/b&gt; Masuklah kami melewati tulisan WELCOME yang bikin gue mau nangis. Rasanya tuh ya (di dalam khayalan gue) &lt;i&gt;Welcome&lt;/i&gt;-nya jadi ambigu, artinya jadi beda. Rasanya tuh bukan "Selamat Datang" tapi "Congrats ye kesini juga lo akhirnya." Bukan "Selamat menikmati Gunung ini" tapi "Selamat 'menikmati' Gunung ini." *gulping again* Ya Allah semoga aku kuat...semoga gak ada kejadian aneh-aneh, semoga besok gue masih bisa lihat papan WELCOME ini lagi, aaaaaaaa gue lemes. Well, there isn't a way to go back, so ready or not, here we come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Disini bisa dirasakan (apalagi yang baru pertama kali naik kayak gue dan Kak Tyo) udaranya langsung beda. Gak tau kenapa jadi sesak terus jantung gue berdetak lebih cepat padahal cuma jalan biasa doang &amp;lt;---- sumpah ini gak bohong. Tapi gue inget kata Ardhi. Awright Dhi. Berjalanlah kami terus. Gue masih tetap berusaha keras untuk FOKUS, walaupun bau daun dan tanah basahnya, suara-suaranya, pemandangannya, udaranya, bikin pengen banget bengong dan mengkhayal sendiri. Bismillah.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;13:00&lt;/b&gt; Sampailah kami di Air Terjun Cibeureum. Istirahat dulu sebentar di Panyangcangan. Dan gue seneng banget gue menemukan waktu untuk MENGKHAYAL, apalagi ada back sound air terjun beserta viewnya. Jadi inget percakapan gue sama Angger di telfon tadi:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;T: Doain gue ya Ger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A: Iya hati-hati ya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;T: Kalo gue (naudzubillahimindzalik) hilang di gunung gimana Ger?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A: Gue cari sampe ketemu, gak mau tau&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;T: Nangis gak lo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A: Nangis lah!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Hahahahahah okay, that got me smiling. Setelah gue sadar dari khayalan gue, gue berusaha fokus ke hal-hal yang 'beneran' ada, bukan khayalan. Nih air terjunnya:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cJFsR5zlzIs/TiHsJUpfNKI/AAAAAAAAADA/fPXx9QLuKdY/s1600/Cibeureum.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cJFsR5zlzIs/TiHsJUpfNKI/AAAAAAAAADA/fPXx9QLuKdY/s200/Cibeureum.JPG" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;Now this is something you didn't see everyday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;13:15 &lt;/b&gt;Sekarang jalurnya jadi beda gitu sama sebelumnya, jadi susah. Persingkat aja deh, udah mau jam 2 dan mataharinya jadi agak panas (tetap gak sepanas dan se-berpolusi Jakarta sih). Akhirnya sampe juga kami di &lt;u&gt;Air Panas&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;16:00 &lt;/b&gt;Istirahat, sholat, makan. Gila rasanya itu sholat terkhusyuk gue, gue sujud di bebatuan di atas gunung (walaupun masih jauh dari puncak), gue berdoa buat semuanya, siapa tau lebih dikabulin gitu kalo dari gunung.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;Salah besarnya Luki, Purna, Kak Tyo, dan Kak Aris adalah mereka main di Air Panas, dan mereka jadi kedinginan. Terpaksalah pake sweater. Lanjut jalan, rencananya mau camp di &lt;u&gt;Kandang Badak&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;17:30 &lt;/b&gt;Gue mikir kok carrier gue rasanya makin berat, dan mulai bengong gak jelas lagi. tiba-tiba ada tulisan &lt;u&gt;KANDANG BA..............TU&lt;/u&gt;. Akhhhh php! Gue kira Kandang Badak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;18:30&lt;/b&gt; ALHAMDULILLAH SAMPE JUGA di &lt;u&gt;Kandang Badak. &lt;/u&gt;Pasang tenda, masak ind*mie, dll pokoknya gue udah seneng tuh ahahaha. Gue bingung itu mienya kenapa enak banget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;Kami berunding (?) sama Guide untuk menetapkan waktu bangun dan lanjut ke puncak. Pokoknya begitu semuanya beres, langsung masuk tenda dan tidur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;23:45 &lt;/b&gt;Awake suddenly. Dan gak bisa tidur lagi. Haaa kangen banget tiba-tiba anak-anak ajaib itu. Oh well, I'll just pretend they're all here, and we would all dream all night. Me and Anis would listen to sad songs, the boys will lit up the fire, we will all dance in the moonlight..........&lt;i&gt;Kangen banget sama kalian semua, kawan-kawan&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JUMAT, 8 JULI 2011 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;01:00 &lt;/b&gt;Alarm gue bunyi, ya ampun yang namanya tidur kayak gak tidur, sakiiiit banget punggung gue, dan kaki gue udah nyaris mati rasa. Sakit banget mau ngapa-ngapain. But I'm sure this is all worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;03:00&lt;/b&gt; All packed, kami siap melanjutkan perjalanan ke puncak. Here I come...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5:40&lt;/b&gt; GREETINGS FROM THE SUMMIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tEoBDshBwms/TiHzBFkkLHI/AAAAAAAAADE/fwZ2PwTKFFo/s1600/i00763.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tEoBDshBwms/TiHzBFkkLHI/AAAAAAAAADE/fwZ2PwTKFFo/s200/i00763.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8o7LQcGRqrw/TiHzKzRza-I/AAAAAAAAADM/HbzSYSIuTa4/s1600/i00735.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8o7LQcGRqrw/TiHzKzRza-I/AAAAAAAAADM/HbzSYSIuTa4/s200/i00735.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RgIZSPIAzjc/TiHzZK_GtBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/O-xLKbx5US4/s1600/i00765.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RgIZSPIAzjc/TiHzZK_GtBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/O-xLKbx5US4/s200/i00765.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BIKBm_A7GcU/TiHzvM18S8I/AAAAAAAAADU/SlbYEVPXkjI/s1600/i00693.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BIKBm_A7GcU/TiHzvM18S8I/AAAAAAAAADU/SlbYEVPXkjI/s200/i00693.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Alhamdulillah :') gue rasa gue harus ngasih kosakata baru buat Puncak Gunung Gede.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Well words can't tell, better see it for yourself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Alhamdulillah  sunrise nya kelihatan dari puncak, yang namanya seneng itu udah xxxx  deh susah dijelaskan dengan kata-kata secara gamblang. Terima kasih Ya  Allah :")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;There's still something I wanted to show. It may not cost a lot, but I've been thinking about it even before I arrived here.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bHoDax5BiGs/TiH4iT6Ky0I/AAAAAAAAADY/Vi-Od1r0cro/s1600/i00681+-+Copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bHoDax5BiGs/TiH4iT6Ky0I/AAAAAAAAADY/Vi-Od1r0cro/s320/i00681+-+Copy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jQbP2rif0M4/TiH4kS-LwpI/AAAAAAAAADc/Kmw8wbbE5cI/s1600/i00680.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jQbP2rif0M4/TiH4kS-LwpI/AAAAAAAAADc/Kmw8wbbE5cI/s320/i00680.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;10:20 &lt;/b&gt;Kami memutuskan untuk turun setelah tidur jam 6 sampai jam 9 di Puncak Gunung Gede tanpa beralaskan apapun. Sebenernya males banget turun, tapi berhubung persediaan makanan makin menipis dan waktu gak akan 'freeze' jadi yaaa turun deh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;13:00&lt;/b&gt; Makan 2 ind*mie dibagi 7, abs itu ge, Hani, Ginta, kak Aris dan si Guide turun duluan karena gue butuh sinyal sebelum bokap gue nyariin dan bertindak aneh-aneh.&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;*disingkat*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;15:00&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Kami sampai di Panyangcangan, dan gue berhasil mendapatkan sinyal, dan gue udah ngabarin bokap gue. Cepet banget sebenernya turun cuma 2 jam dari atas, dan kaki gue udah gak kuat lagi T_T akhirnya si Guide ninggalin kami berempat duluan ke bawah karena ada urusan (.....) *senyum hampa* *elus dada* kamipun mencoba jalan lagi. Kali ini beneran kaki gue udah gak kuat lagi, yang kali ini gak bisa lagi ditahan. Akhirnya kami main air dulu di Telaga Biru ehehehehe, dari Panyangcangan ke bawah 1 jam 30 menit deh, padahal bisa setengah jam kalo gak main dulu. But everything worth a try, right? Ahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;16.30 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Puji dan syukur saya panjatkan kepada Tuhan YME akhirnya sampai juga di bawah....tinggal nunggu Lucky, Purna dan Kak tyo :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;18.00 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sampai juga mereka akhirnya, dan aku pulaaaaaang :______D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bye bye Gunung Gede! Thank you for letting us stay.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1500187193852796378-4426360829431578053?l=dearlittlethita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearlittlethita.blogspot.com/feeds/4426360829431578053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearlittlethita.blogspot.com/2011/07/puncak-gunung-gede.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1500187193852796378/posts/default/4426360829431578053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1500187193852796378/posts/default/4426360829431578053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearlittlethita.blogspot.com/2011/07/puncak-gunung-gede.html' title='Puncak Gunung Gede'/><author><name>Pranaya Arthita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887567184482642606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cG3-XXSpMEQ/Tldu-Dlw5lI/AAAAAAAAAIc/NUk5ub_kR_U/s220/PIC033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-glWxfke2zBE/TiHgJSlf19I/AAAAAAAAAC4/n6gOH_sCsEw/s72-c/gunung-gede3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1500187193852796378.post-1279959151604047406</id><published>2011-07-14T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T08:09:48.956-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puapala'/><title type='text'>PUAPALA PUAPALA PUAPALA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SMAN 8 Jakarta&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; memiliki Organisasi Siswa yang terdiri dari PK (Perwakilan Kelas) dan PO (Pengurus OSIS). Membawahi 18 bidang, dan salah satunya adalah &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bidang III &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;yang membawahi &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;PUAPALA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;(Putri Putra Pecinta Alam)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;APA ITU PUAPALA?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Putri Putra Pecinta Alam SMAN 8 Jakarta telah berdiri 37 angkatan (Insya Allah 38 angkatan resmi tahun ini, ayo doakan semuanya), mempunyai motto:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cM-FGsMg1eE/SiodHiNCaCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hGywFMLnbn4/s1600/Angels+and+demons.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_634022525"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_634022526"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LocenvvGTgs/Th8BBbBajsI/AAAAAAAAACU/QfskP2yYj3M/s1600/Motto.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="61" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LocenvvGTgs/Th8BBbBajsI/AAAAAAAAACU/QfskP2yYj3M/s400/Motto.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's awesome, really. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;Mempunyai logo yang entah kenapa sangat gue banggakan, warna dasarnya kuning, bulat, ada cap kakinya, lucu banget :") nih lihat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-45nNLyUwHFA/Th8CuT4m0dI/AAAAAAAAACY/eFCa-5K3Eb4/s1600/i00114.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-45nNLyUwHFA/Th8CuT4m0dI/AAAAAAAAACY/eFCa-5K3Eb4/s200/i00114.jpg" width="189" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;BAGUS KAN?!?!?! :_______________D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Puapala gak cuma mencakup kepecinta alaman seperti naik gunung, arung jeram, wall and rock climbing, dan sebagainya, tetapi juga solidaritas yang xxxx (susah untuk dijelaskan dengan kata-kata secara gamblang).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;12 JANUARI 2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kami ber-37 yang memutuskan untuk memilih subseksi Puapala, resmi menjadi Bakal Calon Anggota Puapala 38.&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang angkatan 2013 ini masih dalam tahap Ba.Ca.Ang dan Ca.Ang Puapala 38. Walaupun kami belum resmi dilantik sebagai Puapala, tetapi angkatan angkatan diatas kami baiiiiiiiiikkkkk&amp;nbsp; sekali.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here's us, 37 people, Ba.Ca.Ang Pua 38&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V-B2ClHRd_g/Th8ET14YFtI/AAAAAAAAACc/H7eTh3nxmI0/s1600/i00007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V-B2ClHRd_g/Th8ET14YFtI/AAAAAAAAACc/H7eTh3nxmI0/s320/i00007.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(from left)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;(top) Arsya, Visat, Mevin, Ridho, Dany, Kibaw, Boboy, Arrazy , Hafiz, Rino, Imam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;(middle) Furqon, Pipit, Citra, Dila, Puput, Anis, Thita (me), Siwi, Bella, Dhifa, Cipeng, Priska, Alifah, Nanda, Pot, Monic, Pradit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;(bottom) Dweng, Pram, Dhika, Dito, Ardhi, Bembem, Andar, Dika, Sevo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PUAPALA 37&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Puapala 37 ada 13 orang, hemm yah sebenarnya ada banyak, but you'll understand it sooner or later. Here they are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;PUA-37-01 Eja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;PUA-37-02 Aji&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;PUA-37-03 Pb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;PUA-37-04 Biga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;PUA-37-05 Irfani&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;PUA-37-06 Gifari&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;PUA-37-07 Ajet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;PUA-37-08 Ginta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;PUA-37-09 Lucky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;PUA-37-10 Arsi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;PUA-37-11 Ayu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;PUA-37-12 Fay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;PUA-37-13 Ahmad&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Adika &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;They're our heroes :D Thanks Puapala 37 for having us with all of you!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SYNtiSBmwNM/TipPgMkBHVI/AAAAAAAAADg/3B2FggeIk7k/s1600/252742_2010524071945_1509039754_32141200_4297479_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SYNtiSBmwNM/TipPgMkBHVI/AAAAAAAAADg/3B2FggeIk7k/s320/252742_2010524071945_1509039754_32141200_4297479_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-04UsK7uD7wg/TipPhqqzs5I/AAAAAAAAADk/SyNPLu30sP0/s1600/255610_2036924651943_1509039754_32177362_7462181_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="158" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-04UsK7uD7wg/TipPhqqzs5I/AAAAAAAAADk/SyNPLu30sP0/s320/255610_2036924651943_1509039754_32177362_7462181_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Tadi sudah disebutkan OSIS terbagi 2 PK dan PO kan? Nah, di dalam PK ada yang bertanggung jawab atas bidang III, dia adalah Kakom (ketua komisi) III bernama Hani, mempunyai 2 Akom (Anggota Komisi) namanya Ifa dan Kiki. Untuk PO, ada juga yang bertanggung jawab atas bidang III, dia adalah Kasi (ketua seksi) III yaitu Biga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Daaan jangan lupa juga Pembina kami, bapak Wangsa Jaya. Beliau baik banget sama kami!!!! Makasih banyak ya Pak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOWADAYS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I've mentioned before, we're all great friends, right? Well here's us, having soooo much &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;FUN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Hc5v54F56I/Th8PCB3PRyI/AAAAAAAAACo/cjJIThcuG8o/s1600/Dhika%25EE%259A%2598.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Hc5v54F56I/Th8PCB3PRyI/AAAAAAAAACo/cjJIThcuG8o/s200/Dhika%25EE%259A%2598.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v2gtwbwV_0c/Th8Ou1S_EbI/AAAAAAAAACk/3g6Z4-q5UfE/s1600/i00220.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v2gtwbwV_0c/Th8Ou1S_EbI/AAAAAAAAACk/3g6Z4-q5UfE/s200/i00220.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;(Sebenernya banyak nih fotonya cuma entah di folder apa dan lama uploadnya)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;US AND OUR FREAKIN' LIVES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Did you know? Di dalam Puapala, kita gak boleh manggil kakak kelas dengan panggilan kak. Pokoknya harus panggil nama. Sounds fun? Tapiiiiii jangan lupa kalo keceplosan ngomong kak, 2 seri siap menunggumu :''''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;As I mention, angkatan angkatan atas baik banget, and they're also very friendly. Jadi waktu itu gue lewat gitu kan di koridor kelas XI, gue lagi bengong gitu, dan gue ngelewatin salah satu Puapala 37 tanpa sadar. Eh gue disapa!!!! Baik banget :') dan sejak itu (setelah gue juga belajar untuk FOKUS dan gak bengong terus) setiap ada angkatan atas, gue sapa mereka terus. Dan emang kami diajarkan buat saling menyapa satu sama lain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Kegiatan kami bukan cuma latfis atau diklat atau briefing, tapi jalan-jalan juga. Pernah Pua 37 ngajak kami main futsal bareng, dan itu seru banget ahahahaha. Pernah juga gue ngajak salah satu Pua 37 ke salon bareng. Angkatan atas juga peduli sama adik-adiknya, mereka sering nanya kabar angkatan kami, dll.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Di angkatan kami, ada banyak tempat buat disinggahi. Contohnya, kosan Boboy, Andar, Dany, Sevo, dan Bembem yang pewe naudzubillah, bikin gak mau keluar lagi begitu masuk, seru banget nongkrong disitu. Atau kosan Siwi yang lumayan deket sama sekolah dan ada garasi yang cukup gede, muat untuk kami ngerjain tugas-tugas. Atau rumahnya Monic, yang suka dipakai untuk Diklat Ruangan, berhubung dia selalu punya sesuatu untuk disuguh :9 thanks Mon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Dan waktu itu, Ambara Rakhmadi Shabana (Arsi) PUA-37-10 mengusulkan agar kami mengadakan suatu acara Bakti Sosial. Jadilah 2 angkatan Puapala tsb bikin Baksos yang berlokasi di daerah Bekasi, Jakarta Timur.Suka duka bikin acara itu banyak juga, mulai dari absen, rundown acara, dan lain lain tapi justru disitu bikin kami jadi lebih dekat lagi. Mulai acara jam 9 pagi sampai agak sore. Seharian itu kami main-main sama anak panti asuhan, bikin kuis, makan bareng, sholat, nonton Kung Fu Panda, sampe akhirnya pulang. WE REALLY HAD FUN THAT DAY. Thanks Arsi :D (And thanks Eja for taking me home, and thanks for keeping calm while I stupidly forgot my way home - see I told you they are all very nice)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ALL THE PEOPLES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;SMAN 8 Jakarta juga baik banget semuanya, banyak yang mendukung Puapala. Sering banget kami denger teriakan-teriakan "Semangat Pua!!!!!!" haaa terharu :") I promise I will never give up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SO WAIT FOR US!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Doakan SK Puapala cepat keluar ya semuanya, we can hardly wait for that day to come...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;UNTUK 8'2014, TUNGGU PUAPALA YA, DAN PADA HARI KAMI DATANG, BERGABUNGLAH BERSAMA KAMI DI DALAM IKATAN INI. TAKE A CHANCE, BECAUSE YOU DON'T KNOW HOW ABSOLUTELY PERFECT SOMETHING COULD TURN OUT TO BE.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-evyUQQX4O08/Th8WdKXWL8I/AAAAAAAAAC0/Zj-A-7OfqbY/s1600/38035_1367921194198_1116737105_30878057_4548155_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="121" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-evyUQQX4O08/Th8WdKXWL8I/AAAAAAAAAC0/Zj-A-7OfqbY/s320/38035_1367921194198_1116737105_30878057_4548155_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;PUAPALA PUAPALA PUAPALA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1500187193852796378-1279959151604047406?l=dearlittlethita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearlittlethita.blogspot.com/feeds/1279959151604047406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearlittlethita.blogspot.com/2011/07/puapala-puapala-puapala.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1500187193852796378/posts/default/1279959151604047406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1500187193852796378/posts/default/1279959151604047406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearlittlethita.blogspot.com/2011/07/puapala-puapala-puapala.html' title='PUAPALA PUAPALA PUAPALA!'/><author><name>Pranaya Arthita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887567184482642606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cG3-XXSpMEQ/Tldu-Dlw5lI/AAAAAAAAAIc/NUk5ub_kR_U/s220/PIC033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LocenvvGTgs/Th8BBbBajsI/AAAAAAAAACU/QfskP2yYj3M/s72-c/Motto.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1500187193852796378.post-7212066748179476730</id><published>2011-01-12T03:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T00:27:53.768-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xxxx'/><title type='text'>The Little Secret of Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih_n8MOTTks/TS2TJU7duYI/AAAAAAAAAB8/2mnoKnH6FFo/s1600/speaking_of_joy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih_n8MOTTks/TS2TJU7duYI/AAAAAAAAAB8/2mnoKnH6FFo/s400/speaking_of_joy.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;The secret of happiness is to &lt;b&gt;focus on the goodness in other people&lt;/b&gt;. Because life is like a painting. To see the beauty of the painting is best to look it under a rays of light, not in a closed and dark room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The secret of happiness is &lt;b&gt;not to avoid difficulty&lt;/b&gt;. Climb the hill, not slide down, and your feet will grow stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The secret of happiness is &lt;b&gt;doing things for other people&lt;/b&gt;. Inflowing water will not grow. However, the water that flows freely is always fresh and clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The secret of happiness is to &lt;b&gt;learn from other people, and not try to teach them&lt;/b&gt;. The more you show how much you know, the more people will try to find deficiencies in your knowledge. Why duck called "stupid"? Because it's too many quack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The secret of happiness is &lt;b&gt;kindness&lt;/b&gt;, see other people as a member of your family. Because each creation is yours. We are all is the one God's creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYgi6XUmHiE/SklvLnQ2gWI/AAAAAAAACHs/PwLiHhBhSBA/s1600-h/How+To+...+-+Happiness.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The secret of happiness is laughing with other people, as friends, and not ridicule them, as a judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The secret of happiness is &lt;b&gt;not arrogant&lt;/b&gt;. When you consider they are important, you'll have friends wherever you go. Remember that the biggest skunks will be the most stinky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happiness comes to those who give love freely&lt;/b&gt;, which does not ask other people to love them first. Be generous just like the sun that shine without first asking whether people should receive its warmth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness means &lt;b&gt;to receive any that came&lt;/b&gt;, and always say to yourself "I am free in myself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness means &lt;b&gt;making other people happy&lt;/b&gt;. A meadow full of flowers need trees surround it, not a concrete buildings that are rigid. Surround your meadow of life with happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The secret of happiness is to &lt;b&gt;keep your heart open to others&lt;/b&gt;, and share life experiences. Heart is like a house door. Sun light can only enter when the door is wide open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The secret of happiness is &lt;b&gt;to understand that friendship is far more valuable than goods&lt;/b&gt;, is worth more than take your own affairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Have you got the idea yet? &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/1500187193852796378-7212066748179476730?l=dearlittlethita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearlittlethita.blogspot.com/feeds/7212066748179476730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearlittlethita.blogspot.com/2011/01/little-secret-of-happiness.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1500187193852796378/posts/default/7212066748179476730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1500187193852796378/posts/default/7212066748179476730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearlittlethita.blogspot.com/2011/01/little-secret-of-happiness.html' title='The Little Secret of Happiness'/><author><name>Pranaya Arthita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887567184482642606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cG3-XXSpMEQ/Tldu-Dlw5lI/AAAAAAAAAIc/NUk5ub_kR_U/s220/PIC033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih_n8MOTTks/TS2TJU7duYI/AAAAAAAAAB8/2mnoKnH6FFo/s72-c/speaking_of_joy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1500187193852796378.post-1440694540226135560</id><published>2011-01-12T03:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T23:45:46.158-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xxxx'/><title type='text'>The Blind Boy and The Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih_n8MOTTks/TS2NJUIGv2I/AAAAAAAAABw/xmJhHiNmCbs/s1600/How+To+-+I%2527m+Blind.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="135" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih_n8MOTTks/TS2NJUIGv2I/AAAAAAAAABw/xmJhHiNmCbs/s200/How+To+-+I%2527m+Blind.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A blind boy sat on the steps of a building with a hat by his feet. He held up a sign which said: ‘I am blind, please help.‘ There were only a few coins in the hat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih_n8MOTTks/TS2NfbyJy4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/E-JtD-wvOoE/s1600/How+To+-+Writing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="138" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih_n8MOTTks/TS2NfbyJy4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/E-JtD-wvOoE/s200/How+To+-+Writing.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A man was walking by. He took a few coins from his pocket and dropped them into the hat. He then took the sign, turned it around, and wrote some words. He put the sign back so that everyone who walked by would see the new words.&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih_n8MOTTks/TS2ODmtdQnI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ty2gpr8GzoE/s1600/How+To+-+Beautiful+Day.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="145" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih_n8MOTTks/TS2ODmtdQnI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ty2gpr8GzoE/s200/How+To+-+Beautiful+Day.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Soon the hat began to fill up. A lot more people were giving money to the blind boy. That afternoon the man who had changed the sign came to see how things were. The boy recognized his footsteps and asked, ‘Were you the one who changed my sign this morning? What did you write?’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man said, ‘I only wrote the truth. I said what you said but in a different way.’&lt;br /&gt;What he had written was: ‘Today is a beautiful day and I cannot see it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Do you think the first sign and the second sign were saying the same thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course both signs told people the boy was blind. But the first sign simply said the boy was blind. The second sign told people they were so lucky that they were not blind. Should we be surprised that the second sign was more effective?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moral of the Story&lt;/span&gt;: Be thankful for what you have. Be creative. Be innovative. Think differently and positively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invite others towards good with wisdom. Live life with no excuse and love with no regrets. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;When life gives you a 100 reasons to cry, show life that you have 1000 reasons to smile.&lt;/span&gt; Face your past without regret. Handle your present with confidence. Prepare for the future without fear. Keep the faith and drop the fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great men say, ‘Life has to be an incessant process of repair and reconstruction, of discarding evil and developing goodness…. In the journey of life, if you want to travel without fear, you must have the ticket of a good conscience.’&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/1500187193852796378-1440694540226135560?l=dearlittlethita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearlittlethita.blogspot.com/feeds/1440694540226135560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearlittlethita.blogspot.com/2011/01/blind-boy-and-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1500187193852796378/posts/default/1440694540226135560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1500187193852796378/posts/default/1440694540226135560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearlittlethita.blogspot.com/2011/01/blind-boy-and-man.html' title='The Blind Boy and The Man'/><author><name>Pranaya Arthita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887567184482642606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cG3-XXSpMEQ/Tldu-Dlw5lI/AAAAAAAAAIc/NUk5ub_kR_U/s220/PIC033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih_n8MOTTks/TS2NJUIGv2I/AAAAAAAAABw/xmJhHiNmCbs/s72-c/How+To+-+I%2527m+Blind.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1500187193852796378.post-1933929681819868755</id><published>2011-01-12T03:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T23:45:51.920-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xxxx'/><title type='text'>No Regrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If I knew it would be the last time that I see you walk out the door,&lt;/span&gt; I would give you hugs and kisses and call you back for more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;If I knew it would be the last time I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise, I would videotape each action and word, so I could play them back day after day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;If I knew it would be the last time I could spare an extra minute or two to stop and say I love you, instead of assuming you would KNOW I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;If I knew it would be the last time there to share your day, well I'm sure you'll have so many more, so I can let just this one slip away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;For surely there would always be tomorrow to make up for an oversight, and we always get a second chance to make everything alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;There will always be another day to say I love you, and I hope that we would never forget that &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;tomorrow is not promised to anyone&lt;/span&gt;, young or old alike, and today might be the last chance you get to hold your beloved one tight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih_n8MOTTks/TS2KCgBPMUI/AAAAAAAAABs/NJGQAnrg0NU/s1600/NoRegrets.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih_n8MOTTks/TS2KCgBPMUI/AAAAAAAAABs/NJGQAnrg0NU/s320/NoRegrets.jpg" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;So if you're waiting for tomorrow, why not doing it today?&lt;/b&gt; For if tomorrow never comesyou'll surely regret the day, that you didn't take that extra time fopr a kiss, a hug, or even a smile, and you were too busy to grant someone, what turned out to be their last wish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;So hold your loved ones close today, whisper in their ears, and tell them how much you love them and that you'kll always hold them dear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Take time to say "I'm sorry, please forgive me", "thank you", or "It's okay". &lt;b&gt;And if tomorrow never comes, you'll have no regrets about today.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1500187193852796378-1933929681819868755?l=dearlittlethita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearlittlethita.blogspot.com/feeds/1933929681819868755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearlittlethita.blogspot.com/2011/01/no-regrets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1500187193852796378/posts/default/1933929681819868755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1500187193852796378/posts/default/1933929681819868755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearlittlethita.blogspot.com/2011/01/no-regrets.html' title='No Regrets'/><author><name>Pranaya Arthita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887567184482642606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cG3-XXSpMEQ/Tldu-Dlw5lI/AAAAAAAAAIc/NUk5ub_kR_U/s220/PIC033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih_n8MOTTks/TS2KCgBPMUI/AAAAAAAAABs/NJGQAnrg0NU/s72-c/NoRegrets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1500187193852796378.post-3916163366435753171</id><published>2010-12-11T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T20:40:59.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evaluation</title><content type='html'>I'm kind of having an emotional swing lately. These post just pop into my head, amd I thought I could share it to the world. It might be a little girly, but well, I'm a girl after all. I'll get through this. This too shall past. It's just taking a while ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1500187193852796378-3916163366435753171?l=dearlittlethita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearlittlethita.blogspot.com/feeds/3916163366435753171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearlittlethita.blogspot.com/2010/12/evaluation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1500187193852796378/posts/default/3916163366435753171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1500187193852796378/posts/default/3916163366435753171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearlittlethita.blogspot.com/2010/12/evaluation.html' title='Evaluation'/><author><name>Pranaya Arthita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887567184482642606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cG3-XXSpMEQ/Tldu-Dlw5lI/AAAAAAAAAIc/NUk5ub_kR_U/s220/PIC033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1500187193852796378.post-1065713367704157832</id><published>2010-12-11T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T09:36:00.206-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xxxx'/><title type='text'>How To Love A Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;How to love a girl:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;1. Tell her how you admire her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;2. Always tell her you love her at all times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;3. When she's upset, hold her tight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;4. Pick her over all the other girls you hang out with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;5. Play with her hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;6. Pick her up, tickle her, amg wrestle with her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;7. Tell her jokes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;8. Bring her flowers just because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;9. Hold her hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;10. Hold her hand and run&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;11. Throw pebbles at her windows at night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;12. Let her fall asleep in your arms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;13. Sing to her no matter how awful it sounds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;14. Get her a little mad at you, and then kiss her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;15. Give her piggy back rides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;16. Push her on swings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;17. Tell her she looks beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;18. When she's sad, stay on the phone with her, even if she's not saying a thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;19. Slow dance with her even if there isn't any music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;20. Kiss her and run&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;And when you've&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;fallen in love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;with her, tell her.&lt;/span&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/1500187193852796378-1065713367704157832?l=dearlittlethita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearlittlethita.blogspot.com/feeds/1065713367704157832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearlittlethita.blogspot.com/2010/12/how-to-love-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1500187193852796378/posts/default/1065713367704157832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1500187193852796378/posts/default/1065713367704157832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearlittlethita.blogspot.com/2010/12/how-to-love-girl.html' title='How To Love A Girl'/><author><name>Pranaya Arthita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887567184482642606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cG3-XXSpMEQ/Tldu-Dlw5lI/AAAAAAAAAIc/NUk5ub_kR_U/s220/PIC033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1500187193852796378.post-2806971675630421245</id><published>2010-12-11T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T09:36:00.206-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xxxx'/><title type='text'>Apple on Trees</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ar&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; like apples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;on trees. The b&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;st ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;are at the top of the tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The boys d&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;n't want to reach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;for the good ones bec&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;use they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;are afraid of falling and getting &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;urt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Instead, &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;hey just &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;et the rotten apples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;from the ground that aren't as good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;but ea&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;y. So the apples from at the top thinks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;that something is wrong with th&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;m, when in&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;reality, the&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;'re amazing. They just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;have to wait for the right boy to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;come along, the one whose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;brave enough to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;climb all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;to the top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;of the tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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/1500187193852796378-2806971675630421245?l=dearlittlethita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearlittlethita.blogspot.com/feeds/2806971675630421245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearlittlethita.blogspot.com/2010/12/apple-on-trees.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1500187193852796378/posts/default/2806971675630421245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1500187193852796378/posts/default/2806971675630421245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearlittlethita.blogspot.com/2010/12/apple-on-trees.html' title='Apple on Trees'/><author><name>Pranaya Arthita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887567184482642606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cG3-XXSpMEQ/Tldu-Dlw5lI/AAAAAAAAAIc/NUk5ub_kR_U/s220/PIC033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1500187193852796378.post-6986183265867285716</id><published>2010-12-11T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T09:36:00.207-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xxxx'/><title type='text'>Mind thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I really wonder why people suddenly change after they get what they wanted. One day they are sweet, the other day they are not. One day they are here, the other day they are gone. One day they made you something special, the other day they made you worthless. One day they say they love you, the other day they don't care a single thing about you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;That's how ironic things are and people can be. Pretty fakes, perfect lies, beautiful mess. But it's still your choice to make, because you choose to get &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;hurt&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; when you choose to &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Someday we'll forget the hurt, the reason we cried, and who caused us pain. We will finally realized that the secret of being free is not revenge, but letting things unfold in their own way and time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;After all, what matters is not the first, but the last chapter of our life which shows how well we ran in the rain. So&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; smile&lt;/span&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; laugh&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;forgive&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;I want someone I could go to, someone I can tell my secrets to. The one who won't judge me for the mistakes I've made, and the mistakes I will continue to make because they know that nobody is perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;I want someone who listens, not just hears. Someone who says good night, and pray to God they get the chance to say good morning. The one who knows my quirks and accepts it for who I am, who wipes my tears away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;I want someone who needs me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;I want someone who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;loves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt; me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1500187193852796378-6986183265867285716?l=dearlittlethita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearlittlethita.blogspot.com/feeds/6986183265867285716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearlittlethita.blogspot.com/2010/12/mind-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1500187193852796378/posts/default/6986183265867285716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1500187193852796378/posts/default/6986183265867285716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearlittlethita.blogspot.com/2010/12/mind-thought.html' title='Mind thought'/><author><name>Pranaya Arthita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887567184482642606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cG3-XXSpMEQ/Tldu-Dlw5lI/AAAAAAAAAIc/NUk5ub_kR_U/s220/PIC033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1500187193852796378.post-6347303381054506994</id><published>2010-11-18T02:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T09:36:00.207-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xxxx'/><title type='text'>The definition of LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;form action="/search" id="search" method="get"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih_n8MOTTks/TOUG9-7bRYI/AAAAAAAAABU/q-TgUmIswt8/s1600/images.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih_n8MOTTks/TOUG9-7bRYI/AAAAAAAAABU/q-TgUmIswt8/s1600/images.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;means that I accept you for the person that you are, and that I do not wish to change you into someone else.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;form action="/search" id="search" method="get" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;It means that I will love you and stand by you even through the worst of times.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;form action="/search" id="search" method="get" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;It means loving you even when you’re in a bad mood, or too tired to do the things I want to do. It means loving you when you’re down, not just when you’re fun to be with.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;form action="/search" id="search" method="get"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“I love you”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;means that I know your deepest secrets and do not judge you for them, asking in return that you do not judge me for mine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;form action="/search" id="search" method="get"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;It means that I care enough to fight for what we have and that I love you enough not to let go&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;form action="/search" id="search" method="get"&gt;It means&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;thinking&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;dreaming&lt;/span&gt; of you, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;wanting&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;needing&lt;/span&gt; you constantly, and &lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;hoping you feel the same way&lt;/span&gt; for me.&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1500187193852796378-6347303381054506994?l=dearlittlethita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearlittlethita.blogspot.com/feeds/6347303381054506994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearlittlethita.blogspot.com/2010/11/definition-of-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1500187193852796378/posts/default/6347303381054506994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1500187193852796378/posts/default/6347303381054506994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearlittlethita.blogspot.com/2010/11/definition-of-love.html' title='The definition of LOVE'/><author><name>Pranaya Arthita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887567184482642606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cG3-XXSpMEQ/Tldu-Dlw5lI/AAAAAAAAAIc/NUk5ub_kR_U/s220/PIC033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih_n8MOTTks/TOUG9-7bRYI/AAAAAAAAABU/q-TgUmIswt8/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1500187193852796378.post-4529132128595962108</id><published>2010-11-18T02:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T09:36:00.207-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xxxx'/><title type='text'>Broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;When you lose someone, someone you love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;When they break your heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;It’s the hardest thing you could ever go through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;And no matter how much time has passed, it never really goes away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;You may think you’re getting better, but then you get a flashback, or hear a song that reminds you of a memory, and it hits you all over again, all at once, like a stab in the chest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;You fall apart, for the hundredth time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;And you feel like you just want to crawl under a rock and never come out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;You love this person with all of your heart, &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;even though you know you shouldn’t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;They hurt you worse than you’ve ever been hurt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;They stole your happiness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;But yet, you still want them, and only them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Other people come along and give you chances to move on&lt;/span&gt;, but you know you don’t want to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;It upsets you that you might be moving on, because you promise you never would. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;And even if they broke all their promises, you want to keep yours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;On top of that, you’re terrified. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Terrified of getting hurt again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;But it’s not like it matters anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih_n8MOTTks/TOUIXeQK6ZI/AAAAAAAAABY/3dLP-U5uiIY/s1600/imagess.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih_n8MOTTks/TOUIXeQK6ZI/AAAAAAAAABY/3dLP-U5uiIY/s1600/imagess.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;At the end of the day you’re still thinking about the person who has left you completely broken. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;You don’t want to miss them anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;You don’t want to love them anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;But you know you always will.&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/1500187193852796378-4529132128595962108?l=dearlittlethita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearlittlethita.blogspot.com/feeds/4529132128595962108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearlittlethita.blogspot.com/2010/11/broken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1500187193852796378/posts/default/4529132128595962108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1500187193852796378/posts/default/4529132128595962108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearlittlethita.blogspot.com/2010/11/broken.html' title='Broken'/><author><name>Pranaya Arthita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887567184482642606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cG3-XXSpMEQ/Tldu-Dlw5lI/AAAAAAAAAIc/NUk5ub_kR_U/s220/PIC033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ih_n8MOTTks/TOUIXeQK6ZI/AAAAAAAAABY/3dLP-U5uiIY/s72-c/imagess.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1500187193852796378.post-5590298280233004809</id><published>2010-10-28T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T07:22:22.210-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words and places'/><title type='text'>Big-City life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sQwv03F_ebE/TjVlESgE0bI/AAAAAAAAAFo/I67N8-g9b3w/s1600/rockaway-beach-cartoon.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sQwv03F_ebE/TjVlESgE0bI/AAAAAAAAAFo/I67N8-g9b3w/s320/rockaway-beach-cartoon.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When you live in a big city like I do, you need to put up with some sort of bad stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Like polution, cigarrates, all those environmental problems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;And lifestyle, which big cities seems cool to other while actually it's NOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Some social jerks, who pretended to be a good friend of your then in all of a sudden the stab you from behind like it was no big deal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Such a life, isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Talk about environment. Polution is one of the biggest environmental problem. Cigars, cars, factories, just to name a few.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Smokers, driven by our genes, they are simple selfish beings. Why? Because the didn't just kill themself with their cigar, but also people around them. Mostly their family. And to make it worse, slowly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Cars. Big-city daily need. We just couldn't live without it. Thus it made polution to air really bad. We are probably used to it, but we never really realized how bad it is for out health, do we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Factories also finished up with a huge dirt. The dirt went on to rivers and sea, and it really didn't work out. Boom! The rivers goes dark and smells. Not a nice one. At all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Littering. I myself sometimes litter. It's just those times when I can't be bothered to walk to the bin, so I littler while I walked and pretended nothing happened. I'm not the only one in this universe who did that, so the world are filthy by now, I regretted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Big-city lifestyle. Wake up in the morning. Grab anything on the table to eat, not to mention if it's nutritious or not, because you didn't even care. Leaving without saying bye. Then go to school unhesitatingly. After to school is done, you make your way to the central of the city. Have fun until it's late. Then go home sleepily. Your parents would probably be home by then, they would probably be asleep. Still, unhesitatingly you'll go to your rooms. And sleep, getting ready for another same rough day. It wasn't a sweet picture after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e69138; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;And watch out for the social jerks around you. They could be very friendly, very caring and very great, as great as a best friend could be. But it won't last a long time. Just wait until you find out that they are using you. You'll meet many of them. You need to be careful. Or you'll be very very sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;How do we handle all of this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Reading it all, we couldn't possibly live like this. Or could we? Well, I could. But I live with fears. I spent my life trying to just deal with it, but I can't. But then I thought, I should've just start from myself. Then maybe I could change my family, and then my friends, and maybe someday the world will change. And now I'll try to change. I promise. Let's start like a newborn baby, and hopefully we'll be a better human being, living in a wonderful world :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1500187193852796378-5590298280233004809?l=dearlittlethita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearlittlethita.blogspot.com/feeds/5590298280233004809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearlittlethita.blogspot.com/2010/10/big-city-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1500187193852796378/posts/default/5590298280233004809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1500187193852796378/posts/default/5590298280233004809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearlittlethita.blogspot.com/2010/10/big-city-life.html' title='Big-City life'/><author><name>Pranaya Arthita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887567184482642606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cG3-XXSpMEQ/Tldu-Dlw5lI/AAAAAAAAAIc/NUk5ub_kR_U/s220/PIC033.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sQwv03F_ebE/TjVlESgE0bI/AAAAAAAAAFo/I67N8-g9b3w/s72-c/rockaway-beach-cartoon.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1500187193852796378.post-2921486196541816815</id><published>2010-10-16T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T21:10:13.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Remake Show</title><content type='html'>Bonjour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long break, I decided to remake my blog. I've read all the late post and thought it was not much than an old tales. So BOOM! I deleted all the post and start off as a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to make it fun. But my definition of fun might be a bit different than yours. I'm a freak, you see. and that's about all. Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1500187193852796378-2921486196541816815?l=dearlittlethita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearlittlethita.blogspot.com/feeds/2921486196541816815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dearlittlethita.blogspot.com/2010/10/remake-show.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1500187193852796378/posts/default/2921486196541816815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1500187193852796378/posts/default/2921486196541816815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearlittlethita.blogspot.com/2010/10/remake-show.html' title='A Remake Show'/><author><name>Pranaya Arthita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00887567184482642606</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cG3-XXSpMEQ/Tldu-Dlw5lI/AAAAAAAAAIc/NUk5ub_kR_U/s220/PIC033.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
