<?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-3541602908964956021</id><updated>2012-03-14T16:29:58.867+07:00</updated><category term='culinary'/><category term='articles'/><category term='hobbies'/><category term='trash'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='recipe'/><category term='scattered memories'/><category term='opinion'/><category term='videos'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='games'/><category term='activities'/><category term='review'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='trip'/><category term='poems'/><title type='text'>pompo's euphoria</title><subtitle type='html'>It's about my life's 'phoria.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541602908964956021/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ratri Anggardani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00421625513395495643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fb1yaeF0BR0/Tw3eGDhVWqI/AAAAAAAAASc/wvRpDqflUlo/s220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3541602908964956021.post-8345686942432829743</id><published>2012-03-12T22:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-03-12T23:12:53.628+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='articles'/><title type='text'>Fun Test: What's your priority?</title><content type='html'>I got this little test from my friend, that got it from her friend, that got it from her boyfriend, who got it from the company he's been trained. In short term: I got this from my friend's boyfriend, indirectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's the question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It starts to rain heavily outside your house when these 5 things happens together at a time: your baby cries, there's a phone ringing, your water tap opened keep the water won't stop running, there's a guest knocking and waiting outside your door, and your laundry start to get wet by rain. What would you do first, second, third, fourth, and last?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Note:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The assumption is all yours.&lt;br /&gt;and NO CHEATING please. hehe.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rhcb5dvZRWg/T14gVm4WkrI/AAAAAAAAAbE/6btid3IV3R4/s1600/Storm.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rhcb5dvZRWg/T14gVm4WkrI/AAAAAAAAAbE/6btid3IV3R4/s320/Storm.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Result:&lt;br /&gt;Your priority in life is based on your order to handle those 5 things above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T5N5Lkcydqo/T14ewKiREeI/AAAAAAAAAac/HJUZ42D4XGs/s1600/crying-baby.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T5N5Lkcydqo/T14ewKiREeI/AAAAAAAAAac/HJUZ42D4XGs/s1600/crying-baby.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baby crying represents your family&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nEkefPpmWoc/T14fIEPqqMI/AAAAAAAAAak/zwR5qMhdV-k/s1600/telephone+ringing+twn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nEkefPpmWoc/T14fIEPqqMI/AAAAAAAAAak/zwR5qMhdV-k/s200/telephone+ringing+twn.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Telephone ringing represents your work&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vKNhbHP4OZ0/T14faZ7yBDI/AAAAAAAAAas/b47e3ZnyK-k/s1600/water+tap.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vKNhbHP4OZ0/T14faZ7yBDI/AAAAAAAAAas/b47e3ZnyK-k/s1600/water+tap.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Water tap represents your money business or wealth&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LgiWu_IEbAk/T14fq67GZcI/AAAAAAAAAa0/hTvpM5cgjCE/s1600/guest.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="168" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LgiWu_IEbAk/T14fq67GZcI/AAAAAAAAAa0/hTvpM5cgjCE/s200/guest.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guest represents your friends&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--zpxgcj1yho/T14f9x7rCiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/ULyg24WJAFA/s1600/cartoon-laundry.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--zpxgcj1yho/T14f9x7rCiI/AAAAAAAAAa8/ULyg24WJAFA/s200/cartoon-laundry.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Laundry represents your sex life&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's your priority in life then? Have fun with it! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3541602908964956021-8345686942432829743?l=pomphoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/feeds/8345686942432829743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/2012/03/fun-test-whats-your-priority.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541602908964956021/posts/default/8345686942432829743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541602908964956021/posts/default/8345686942432829743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/2012/03/fun-test-whats-your-priority.html' title='Fun Test: What&apos;s your priority?'/><author><name>Ratri Anggardani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00421625513395495643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fb1yaeF0BR0/Tw3eGDhVWqI/AAAAAAAAASc/wvRpDqflUlo/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rhcb5dvZRWg/T14gVm4WkrI/AAAAAAAAAbE/6btid3IV3R4/s72-c/Storm.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3541602908964956021.post-1549326269551963266</id><published>2012-03-10T08:06:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2012-03-10T08:28:53.660+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hobbies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='articles'/><title type='text'>Old games are never too old</title><content type='html'>I've been playing some old games since few weeks ago. I didn't know when it started, I just browsed some games I played in my childhood time. Kind of hard to recall each game's name, all I did was giving some keywords in the google, hoping it would give what I really mean. And I started playing these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;1. Prehistorik 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4cHC-XmajA4/T1ZOcyGRaRI/AAAAAAAAAZY/iJu8w2T3Xm4/s1600/pre2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4cHC-XmajA4/T1ZOcyGRaRI/AAAAAAAAAZY/iJu8w2T3Xm4/s1600/pre2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A9pdM6W3SIA/T1ZOcFCPgDI/AAAAAAAAAZU/OVQqTPo3LDI/s1600/Prehistorik+2_4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A9pdM6W3SIA/T1ZOcFCPgDI/AAAAAAAAAZU/OVQqTPo3LDI/s1600/Prehistorik+2_4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This game is about an ancient man doing some adventure through different ages. He have to find a finish sign for each level, while collecting foods and facing kinds of animals as enemies. He's armed with a club used to whacks the enemies and finds hidden invisible foods and places all over the stage. Each level has its own secret code that can be loaded from the first. There're so many cheats of its secret codes in the web, but somehow, in my console, the codes were different. So I guess, it's different for each game played. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I think I was playing better back when I was a kid. Now, I couldn't pass 4th level yet. And because there're so many hidden foods and places, I was trying to find its level maps. And I found them at its official site &lt;a href="http://pre2.mine.nu/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. You can also download the game itself there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;2. Paperboy 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MBL8xlRtzYg/T1ZQ6Tfrm2I/AAAAAAAAAZk/-xw8X6V3Phs/s1600/Paperboy+2_3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MBL8xlRtzYg/T1ZQ6Tfrm2I/AAAAAAAAAZk/-xw8X6V3Phs/s1600/Paperboy+2_3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's about a paperboy that must deliver newspaper to the houses through many obstacles such as: dog, cars, monster coming from gutter, and even ghosts. It's a little bit hard to pass the newspaper right to the mailbox while it's still riding bike. The paperboy also needs to take some newspaper as ammunition for the last stage of the level. You can download it from &lt;a href="http://www.abandonia.com/games/805"&gt;abandonia.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I've never finish this game in present. haha... As much as I can remember, I played it well back then. I think it's because I played it together with my friend as one. LOL. What a memory.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;3. Pushover&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QcOk5y5haXU/T1ZUeFgT6cI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/7ZoeRZ_eSlM/s1600/pushover_remake_01.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QcOk5y5haXU/T1ZUeFgT6cI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/7ZoeRZ_eSlM/s320/pushover_remake_01.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The player of this game is an ant, that must arrange some dominoes so that all of them will be tilted in order to open the exit door. The domino itself has some different types with different function, as listed in picture below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O5lVURSGIMU/T1ZV9teoIaI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/a9Xd4wF_-1s/s1600/pushover+domino.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O5lVURSGIMU/T1ZV9teoIaI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/a9Xd4wF_-1s/s1600/pushover+domino.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This game has 100 level in total, and each level has its own code. The game can't be saved, so if you want to continue from your last level, you should remember the code given every time you pass a level. You can download it from &lt;a href="http://www.abandonia.com/en/games/62/Pushover.html"&gt;abandonia.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;My last level so far is the 18th level. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;4. Chip's Challenge&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x7zCP7QqKyE/T1ZZQnCuOqI/AAAAAAAAAaE/Sq24wCuMSS0/s1600/Chip's+Challenge_1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x7zCP7QqKyE/T1ZZQnCuOqI/AAAAAAAAAaE/Sq24wCuMSS0/s1600/Chip's+Challenge_1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's about a man who have to find the portal of each level. To open a-next-level portal, you have to collect all chips-like thing. There are times when you needs to go through ice, water, fire, and electric current path. You will die if you go through water and fire without special shoes. You won't die go through ice and electric current path without special shoes, but you won't be able to walk as you want to, you will go with the current and slide without any control.&lt;br /&gt;You can download it from &lt;a href="http://www.abandonia.com/en/games/410/Chip's+Challenge.html"&gt;abandonia.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;5. SkiFree&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-717QzB61kN8/T1qjDHZr1PI/AAAAAAAAAaM/lQsVoH4atsY/s1600/skifree.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="272" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-717QzB61kN8/T1qjDHZr1PI/AAAAAAAAAaM/lQsVoH4atsY/s320/skifree.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's a game about a man who needs to find finish line through skiing. You have to avoid trees, hanging cart, rock, and of course the yeti. That yeti monster will chase you and eat you when you meet him directly.&lt;br /&gt;You can download it from &lt;a href="http://www.abandonia.com/en/search_abandonia/skifree"&gt;abandonia.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Prehistorik 2, Paperboy 2, and Pushover games are run in DOS paltform, so you have to use DOS emulator to play it on your current high technology computer. You can download DOSBox &lt;a href="http://www.dosbox.com/download.php?main=1"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;While Chip's Challenge and SkiFree can be played directly from your computer.&lt;br /&gt;You can browse others old games on &lt;a href="http://www.abandonia.com/"&gt;abandonia.com&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.bestoldgames.net/eng/"&gt;bestoldgames.net&lt;/a&gt;. I've downloaded some others old games like The Lion King, Lotus, Prince of Persia, Comander Keen, and Aladin. Such a memories to play them again. Wish you a great time playing them too. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3541602908964956021-1549326269551963266?l=pomphoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1549326269551963266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/2012/03/old-games-are-never-too-old.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541602908964956021/posts/default/1549326269551963266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541602908964956021/posts/default/1549326269551963266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/2012/03/old-games-are-never-too-old.html' title='Old games are never too old'/><author><name>Ratri Anggardani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00421625513395495643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fb1yaeF0BR0/Tw3eGDhVWqI/AAAAAAAAASc/wvRpDqflUlo/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4cHC-XmajA4/T1ZOcyGRaRI/AAAAAAAAAZY/iJu8w2T3Xm4/s72-c/pre2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3541602908964956021.post-8399488997986024633</id><published>2012-02-16T14:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T14:40:35.026+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hobbies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><title type='text'>Recipe: home made French Toast</title><content type='html'>I seldom make french toast because personally I think that it takes more time to make than just make an usual toast. *And now I think I just made up that excuse. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;And in my holiday back then, in my home, I felt like I wanted to make some. It's simple to make, but my family never made it, so I have to buy some ingredients. I made this on my own way. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ingredients&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;- Toast bread. Originally, it's the thick one, but somehow it's hard to find in my country. So just use anything you can find.&lt;br /&gt;- Plain milk. You just need a small amount of it. I prefer the milk not to have sweet taste.&lt;br /&gt;- Egg. One would be enough.&lt;br /&gt;- Salt&lt;br /&gt;- Pepper&lt;br /&gt;- Butter or oil to fry. Just a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How to make&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;- Whip the egg, add a pinch of salt and pepper.&lt;br /&gt;- Add the milk. Just use as much as you wanted to. I didn't like to use much milk.&lt;br /&gt;- Whip it together.&lt;br /&gt;- Dip the bread into the mixture.&lt;br /&gt;- Fry it on the pan with a little oil, but I prefer to use butter.&lt;br /&gt;- Fry and flip it until both sides get the color of brown-gold.&lt;br /&gt;- Put it on a plate, and serve. For me, I add hot sauce with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's my french toast :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0pgSb2ayo5Q/TzyxYNNM5MI/AAAAAAAAAZI/WqiRoUankkw/s1600/DSCN4798.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0pgSb2ayo5Q/TzyxYNNM5MI/AAAAAAAAAZI/WqiRoUankkw/s320/DSCN4798.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy your own french toast. Happy cooking everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3541602908964956021-8399488997986024633?l=pomphoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/feeds/8399488997986024633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/2012/02/home-made-french-toast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541602908964956021/posts/default/8399488997986024633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541602908964956021/posts/default/8399488997986024633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/2012/02/home-made-french-toast.html' title='Recipe: home made French Toast'/><author><name>Ratri Anggardani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00421625513395495643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fb1yaeF0BR0/Tw3eGDhVWqI/AAAAAAAAASc/wvRpDqflUlo/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0pgSb2ayo5Q/TzyxYNNM5MI/AAAAAAAAAZI/WqiRoUankkw/s72-c/DSCN4798.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Jalan Letnan Tukiyat, Mertoyudan, Indonesia</georss:featurename><georss:point>-7.580866 110.219087</georss:point><georss:box>-7.596606 110.199346 -7.565126 110.238828</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3541602908964956021.post-3737854762853596716</id><published>2012-02-11T00:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T01:00:48.671+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culinary'/><title type='text'>Soto Ojolali</title><content type='html'>This is a culinary story long time ago, when my friends in Gemati and I went for a &lt;a href="http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/2012/01/pameungpeuk-never-dies.html"&gt;trip to Pameungpeuk&lt;/a&gt;, remember? When we went back to Bandung, we decided to eat first before reaching campus. Bayu did the browsing. They said they wanted something fresh. And since it's kinda rainy that day, soto is a good choice. Then Bayu found this blog talking about Soto Ojolali in Jalan Cibadak 79. And we decided to go there. Actually, it's pretty far from the exit toll gate in Buah Batu, but we thought it's fine, since we still have a lot of time before the due hour to return the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know, soto is one of Indonesian's food. It's more less like soup with vegetables, meat or chicken, and sometimes vermicelli. There're so many kinds of soto here in Indonesia, you might find different kind of soto in different place. First, I thought that Soto Ojolali served Javanese soto because the term "&lt;i&gt;ojolali&lt;/i&gt;" is actually Javanese mean "&lt;i&gt;do not forget&lt;/i&gt;", (by the term Javanese here, I mean Middle Java, East Java, and Yogyakarta). Javanese soto usually use turmeric as one of its ingredients. But when they served the soto, it's soto Bandung instead. Different from other Javanese soto that had yellow color of turmeric, soto Bandung have a clear soup with meat, radish, and fried soybean. It tasted a little bland for me, but you can add salt or soy sauce to match your taste. But overall the soto felt so fresh. I liked it pretty much. At first I thought, we won't be full enough with the portion served especially for the boys, but I was wrong, they all said that they're full. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There're also side dishes like tempe, tahu, and fried satay if you want some. Each soto was priced Rp 20.000,00 if I'm not mistaken, it's about USD 2.5 excluded the rice. I forgot if this is the right price or not, but it's approximately sold at that price. I'm really bad at remembering something. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_VBwxFKyZVc/TzVPBWumlkI/AAAAAAAAAXU/4FXTrnGWzUM/s1600/IMG_7859.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_VBwxFKyZVc/TzVPBWumlkI/AAAAAAAAAXU/4FXTrnGWzUM/s320/IMG_7859.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Soto Ojolali&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wB2SlGfrn10/TzVQCtEH_vI/AAAAAAAAAXc/FvtiZihCeO0/s1600/IMG_7861F.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wB2SlGfrn10/TzVQCtEH_vI/AAAAAAAAAXc/FvtiZihCeO0/s320/IMG_7861F.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;us :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;When we're looking for Soto Ojolali at first place, I kind of remember a place called the same that I passed it often, but I just can't tell where the exact place. And someday I went to Palasari bookstore block, then I saw Soto Ojolali just right before Palasari block, on Jalan Banteng. All I can said in my heart was, "I wished I had remembered this place that day, then we didn't have to go that really far from campus." hahaha... It's chronic I guess, keep forgetting something easily. Need to give more attention for everything surrounds me. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3541602908964956021-3737854762853596716?l=pomphoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/feeds/3737854762853596716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/2012/02/soto-ojolali.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541602908964956021/posts/default/3737854762853596716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541602908964956021/posts/default/3737854762853596716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/2012/02/soto-ojolali.html' title='Soto Ojolali'/><author><name>Ratri Anggardani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00421625513395495643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fb1yaeF0BR0/Tw3eGDhVWqI/AAAAAAAAASc/wvRpDqflUlo/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_VBwxFKyZVc/TzVPBWumlkI/AAAAAAAAAXU/4FXTrnGWzUM/s72-c/IMG_7859.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total><georss:featurename>Jalan Cibadak, Bandung, Indonesia</georss:featurename><georss:point>-6.921416 107.59845</georss:point><georss:box>-6.9292975 107.5885795 -6.9135345 107.6083205</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3541602908964956021.post-7708202554483617927</id><published>2012-01-28T19:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T14:42:10.740+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scattered memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activities'/><title type='text'>Pameungpeuk never dies</title><content type='html'>Okay, it's not my first trip to Pameungpeuk, but the memories left are still unforgettable. Just like Bayu said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nor the place or the date that matter... But whom you spent it with..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;My first trip to Pameungpeuk was a year ago, with my classmates, and non-classmates actually. It's 9 of us, in a medium car, not SUV nor van. So you can imagine how crowded inside the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, Pameungpeuk is a region in southern Garut, West Java. It is known for its natural spot like beach, waterfall, and conservation. And for this second trip there, I was with my friends from Gemati (a Magelang group in my college), &lt;a href="http://amalia-aira-malichi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amalia&lt;/a&gt;, Tutik, &lt;a href="http://septyawanbayu.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bayu&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://andreaslistyonugroho.blogspot.com/"&gt;Andre&lt;/a&gt;, Kiky, Nico, and Hamzah. We were planning to depart by night, so the car's rent fee was going to be optimally used by coming back on the next night. Such a reckless decision since there's none of us that really know how to drive. All guys here didn't have their driving license yet, except for Nico, that turn out to have a "shotgun-driving-license". I have advised them to go on daylight, but they insisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the night came,&amp;nbsp;we gathered at the car's parking lot in campus. We departed at about 9 p.m., Nico was the first driver. It turn out to be fine. Seeing that made us feel more at ease. From 8 of us, there're just 2 that have visited Pameungpeuk before, Hamzah and me. And somehow I just can't sleep that night. I closed my eyes, but didn't sleep. I knew that there have been driver change once. Andre drove from the time we started to enter Gunung Gelap. The road through the mountain was extremely curved, made me couldn't sleep even more. Plus, it was rain all the way from Garut and getting bigger once we arrived at the mountain, with the strong wind, that really made an unforgettable journey for me. The road inside was okay, until we almost reached Pameungpeuk, the road was so "no-no". Finally, we arrived at Pameungpeuk region at about 2.30 a.m. We still need to drive about 20 minutes to get to the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First destination was Sayangheulang beach to catch up the sunrise moment. Sayangheulang is one beach before Santolo beach from downtown. Sayangheulang seemed to have less attention than Santolo. It didn't have a sign on the road. The gate was also didn't have a sign on it. The road from gate to the beach was quite far. And it didn't have any sidewalk lamp. So imagine the trip in the dark where the road wasn't in a good condition, big tree and darkness along the road, strong wind, and the only light was from our car. Seemed like a scene from a horror movie for me, so did the others think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we reached the beach. It's about 3.30 a.m. there. The sun hasn't showed up yet, so we slept first. And when the sun started to rise up, we walk along the beach and take pictures. Because here, you can't play on the beach, it's more like a coral beach than a soft-sands beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w3bDqJ9mh8U/TyPVd1ICerI/AAAAAAAAAVs/goALyGf8thQ/s1600/IMG_7513.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w3bDqJ9mh8U/TyPVd1ICerI/AAAAAAAAAVs/goALyGf8thQ/s320/IMG_7513.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;sunrise at Sayangheulang&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;In my opinion, Sayangheulang was great for taking pictures. If you walk alongside the beach, more beautiful view can be seen.&lt;br /&gt;We were there for about an hour after the sunrise. The guys started to say that they're hungry. It's not like here in Sayangheulang, didn't have restaurants or what, but because we planned to have our breakfast in Santolo beach. (When I said restaurant, I mean a SIMPLE place where someone serve the food. Don't imagine a five-star-hotel like restaurant). So we went to Santolo beach that (the gate is) only about 500 meters from Sayangheulang's gate. We ordered 1/2 kg of crispy fried shrimp for Rp 65.000,00 (about USD 7), 0.8 kg of barbecued salmon for Rp 56.000,00 (about USD 6), 2 plates of sauteed kale for Rp 20.000,00 (about USD 2.5), and of course 8 portions of rice for Rp 28.000,00 (about USD 3).&lt;br /&gt;After we had finished our breakfast, we try to found place to change clothes, since we wanted to play on the beach. Santolo is a beach where you can play on the sands. I think that's why it way more well-known than Sayangheulang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, there's a land-like over the estuary, a beach more like Sayangheulang with more beautiful set of place. We didn't go there though, but I have gone there in my first trip. We just spent our time playing on the beach. It was so much fun, playing with the wave, throwing sands to each other, dragging others so they get wet, everything. And my favorite part was when I just lay on the sand, staring at the very vast blue sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tips&lt;/b&gt;: Don't forget to apply the sunblock. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HcRrusY_qUo/TyPeU5PBzWI/AAAAAAAAAV0/zopXwAob-H8/s1600/IMG_7533.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HcRrusY_qUo/TyPeU5PBzWI/AAAAAAAAAV0/zopXwAob-H8/s320/IMG_7533.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPK3dQsN61w/TyPeh_B_0MI/AAAAAAAAAV8/YxhghHczswA/s1600/IMG_7835.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPK3dQsN61w/TyPeh_B_0MI/AAAAAAAAAV8/YxhghHczswA/s320/IMG_7835.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;seems like paradise, huh? :D&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we went there, the tide was pretty high than before, even the rocks-pier-like just gone covered by the tide. Yes it's dangerous to play on that kind of tide, but just like Bayu said, "It's no mean to go to a beach but didn't get wet." :D&lt;br /&gt;Simple words yet true. When you have a chance to have fun, go on, have fun. Or maybe someday you'll just regret for that. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7ERCjwKyKuU/TyPh6EpseoI/AAAAAAAAAWM/1M15_CDfdGA/s1600/IMG_7789.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7ERCjwKyKuU/TyPh6EpseoI/AAAAAAAAAWM/1M15_CDfdGA/s320/IMG_7789.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After playing all day, we got ourselves cleaned and we decided to go back to Bandung. But if you really had a long vacant time, I suggest you to explore every beach in Pameungpeuk. You can just follow the road, and see the amazing scenery along the journey. You can find a map guide &lt;a href="http://pariwisata.garutkab.go.id/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Too bad we didn't have much time at that time. Maybe someday I'll just explore it more. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3541602908964956021-7708202554483617927?l=pomphoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/feeds/7708202554483617927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/2012/01/pameungpeuk-never-dies.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541602908964956021/posts/default/7708202554483617927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541602908964956021/posts/default/7708202554483617927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/2012/01/pameungpeuk-never-dies.html' title='Pameungpeuk never dies'/><author><name>Ratri Anggardani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00421625513395495643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fb1yaeF0BR0/Tw3eGDhVWqI/AAAAAAAAASc/wvRpDqflUlo/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w3bDqJ9mh8U/TyPVd1ICerI/AAAAAAAAAVs/goALyGf8thQ/s72-c/IMG_7513.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total><georss:featurename>Pameungpeuk, Indonesia</georss:featurename><georss:point>-7.634579 107.73007</georss:point><georss:box>-7.697530499999999 107.651106 -7.5716275 107.809034</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3541602908964956021.post-1169368555337408230</id><published>2012-01-23T05:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T05:12:20.957+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scattered memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Trash post in the dawn</title><content type='html'>Remember my post titled &lt;a href="http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/2011/12/everybody-can-change-even-worst-one.html"&gt;Everybody can change, even the worst one&lt;/a&gt;? Here's one truth about it. I guess I'm now witnessing what I was predicting to be true. Finally he finds his "heart". And from what I see, he starts to change into a better he. And now I'm like screaming, "See that?! told ya!" ;D&lt;br /&gt;Maybe people think I'm being naive for the thought I had before, that even a villain has its own reason to be it. Okay I'm not an angel that always have angelic mind, thoughts, even face. In fact, that kind of person freaks me out. I still hate, not free from sin, and I even curse although only in my heart, but what's wrong with having a good thought? It harms no one, nothing. So I guess, I have to have it more from now on, those positive thoughts. But I won't let my devilish side just die like that, for sure. So my life won't be just a monotone.&lt;br /&gt;My point is : Life is already hard enough without all those mind tricks stuffs, so why'd you have to make it way harder by having such negative thought? Enjoy life, because life is just to sweet to be bitter. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3541602908964956021-1169368555337408230?l=pomphoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1169368555337408230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/2012/01/trash-post-in-dawn.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541602908964956021/posts/default/1169368555337408230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541602908964956021/posts/default/1169368555337408230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/2012/01/trash-post-in-dawn.html' title='Trash post in the dawn'/><author><name>Ratri Anggardani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00421625513395495643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fb1yaeF0BR0/Tw3eGDhVWqI/AAAAAAAAASc/wvRpDqflUlo/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3541602908964956021.post-6778410529809496249</id><published>2012-01-14T14:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T01:01:12.729+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='articles'/><title type='text'>Fun Test: What part of your brain?</title><content type='html'>So this is a kind of test I got from Science Center in Trans Studio Bandung for my past &lt;a href="http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/2012/01/christmas-vacation-part-2.html"&gt;Christmas holiday&lt;/a&gt;. In fact, science center isn't boring at all! I tried many things there, include this simple test to determined what part of brain that dominates you, and it will tell you what kind of personalities you might have. Curious? Check this one out. But NO CHEATING! Do as the order, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;First Test&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to hold your hands (palms) together like when you pray, tightly interlace your fingers. Now, see your thumbs. If your &lt;i&gt;right hand's thumb is covering your left hand's thumb&lt;/i&gt;, it means the left part of brain dominate more. And if your &lt;i&gt;left hand's thumb is covering your right hand's thumb, &lt;/i&gt;it means the right part of brain dominate more.&lt;br /&gt;See picture below for a clearer way how to hold your hand together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sozk02giIyg/TxD2SLcE5UI/AAAAAAAAAUA/D30VDdPBZGg/s1600/DSCN4848.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sozk02giIyg/TxD2SLcE5UI/AAAAAAAAAUA/D30VDdPBZGg/s320/DSCN4848.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;First Test : Hold your both hands&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Remember your result for this first test, left or right. You could write it down if needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Second Test&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now try to fold your arms, and see the position of your arms. &lt;i&gt;If the right arm is upon the left arm&lt;/i&gt;, it means left brain dominates you. And the opposite, &lt;i&gt;if the left arm is upon the right arm&lt;/i&gt;, it means right brain dominates you.&lt;br /&gt;See picture below for a clearer way to understand the position I've told before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fzBNJ2XWNnE/TxD2a7q22mI/AAAAAAAAAUI/dhMugGEMJWo/s1600/DSCN4849.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fzBNJ2XWNnE/TxD2a7q22mI/AAAAAAAAAUI/dhMugGEMJWo/s320/DSCN4849.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Second Test : Fold your arms&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Remember your result for this test also, left or right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;RESULT:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combine your results from first test (A) and second test (B).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;(A) Left + (B) Left -&amp;gt; Dominated by Left brain. &lt;/b&gt;Personalities: dedicated, cool, perfectionist, logic, can be trust, stiff, feels that she/he is always right, possesses many things that can be proud of, tough enemy/partner.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(A) Left + (B) Right -&amp;gt; Balanced, tend to Left brain. &lt;/b&gt;Personalities: tends to interfere others' problems (a.k.a kepo), good leadership, knows how to talk and get around situations, cares about others, calm, responsible, careful about the way he/she wear.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(A) Right + (B) Right -&amp;gt; Dominated by Right brain. &lt;/b&gt;Personalities: loves challenges, truthful, quick responses, strong imagination, curious, sloppy and reckless, hard to take others' opinion.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(A) Right + (B) Left -&amp;gt; Balanced, tend to Right brain. &lt;/b&gt;Personalities: cares about others, conventional, kinky, friendly, stable, cautious, "pengalah" (I don't know what's the English term for this. maybe I can describe it as, "Not selfish, put others on its own matter, sometimes in matter of possessing something". Well, close enough I think. If you know this term in English, please tell me so I can improve my vocabulary. hehe..)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I'm trying my best to translate the result in English. But if you master Bahasa, you should take a look at yourself at this picture below, so it would be more accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WsDh8v6P_9I/TxEn6h_lnsI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/MDiult3FSVs/s1600/DSCN4847.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WsDh8v6P_9I/TxEn6h_lnsI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/MDiult3FSVs/s320/DSCN4847.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;result in Bahasa&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My result was: (A) Right + (B) Right. Most of the personalities above are match, pretty much, except on the hard-to-take-others'-opinion part. But it's not an exact science right? it's relative depend on each person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, what brain that controls you?&lt;br /&gt;Adios! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3541602908964956021-6778410529809496249?l=pomphoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/feeds/6778410529809496249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/2012/01/fun-test-what-part-of-your-brain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541602908964956021/posts/default/6778410529809496249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541602908964956021/posts/default/6778410529809496249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/2012/01/fun-test-what-part-of-your-brain.html' title='Fun Test: What part of your brain?'/><author><name>Ratri Anggardani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00421625513395495643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fb1yaeF0BR0/Tw3eGDhVWqI/AAAAAAAAASc/wvRpDqflUlo/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sozk02giIyg/TxD2SLcE5UI/AAAAAAAAAUA/D30VDdPBZGg/s72-c/DSCN4848.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3541602908964956021.post-1778272348448542053</id><published>2012-01-13T18:38:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T14:43:29.642+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scattered memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Christmas Holiday - Part 2</title><content type='html'>Ok, it's kinda last year to share about my Christmas holiday vacation, but yeah, I'm posting it anyway. Instead, maybe it'll give you some information though, because I'm going to post my holiday at &lt;a href="http://www.transstudiobandung.com/"&gt;Trans Studio Bandung&lt;/a&gt;. Yay! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you who didn't know Trans Studio, I assume that you're not Indonesian. Give you a little explanation here, it's the first indoor theme park in Indonesia possessed by Trans corp. There're two of them, one in Makasar, South Sulawesi and one in Bandung, West Java, the newest one. It was confirmed as the biggest indoor theme park in the world. What so special about this theme park? I'll give you three reasons from my point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;First, it's indoor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Second, they have the fastest roller coaster in the world that travel in 120 km/hr speed!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And third, it's pretty expensive for the entrance ticket, at least for student like me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;It's about Rp 150.000 (more or less USD 15) for weekdays and Rp 200.000 (more or less USD 20) for weekends and holidays. And you will have to spend Rp 200.000 for extra cost if you want to get VIP access, which you won't need to stand in general queue. Kinda hard to spend for a fun time in a theme park, but I finally went there. Well, it's just because my mom and sisters were spending Christmas holiday here in Bandung, and they wanted to try all the fun inside. So it all happened because my mom paid for my entrance ticket. Yay! Thanks Mom! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, we went there on Thursday which is weekday, but unfortunately it's in the school holidays range. And Trans Studio Bandung applied the holiday tariff from 18th December, 2011 to 7th January, 2012 (if I'm not mistaken), so I told my mom that she's gonna have to pay more, but then she said, "&lt;i&gt;Yawes, mumpung di Bandung kok.&lt;/i&gt;" Well, I was totally fine with it if she said so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNgUXY1Dfk/TxAU1cTs_qI/AAAAAAAAATQ/1lW1OeAE56o/s1600/DSCN4829.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AlNgUXY1Dfk/TxAU1cTs_qI/AAAAAAAAATQ/1lW1OeAE56o/s320/DSCN4829.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;me, my sister, and my mom&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;We planned to go there in the morning, right at the time when they open so it wouldn't be too crowd, yet. They open at 10 a.m.-9 p.m. on weekdays, and 9 a.m.-10 p.m. at weekends and holidays. We got there at about 9:10 and it's already pretty crowd with people. I went to the ticket booth directly to buy us the entrance ticket. Fortunately, I didn't need to stand in queue to get my turn. I have to pay Rp 820.000 (about USD 80) for 4 people. The extra Rp 20.000 is for the card that's going to be the means of exchange inside, Rp 10.000 each. One card is made for 2 people, so I got 2 cards. The system applied is like this, if you want to buy something inside, you have to buy using that cards. So you need to deposit an amount of money to your account before you can use it to buy something, food, drinks, souvenirs, everything. They provide some deposit booths inside that also can give you VIP access anytime you want. FYI, you're not allowed to bring food or drinks from outside, they're going to check your bag on the entrance gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is divided into 3 blocks/zones: Studio Central, Magic Corner, and The Lost City, with 20 rides in total plus some shows such as theatrical show on the Amphitheater and Carnival along the park in 4 p.m. We spent almost 11 hours there, from 9 a.m. to 8 p.m. Well, we planned it, to spend whole day there. Duh, you're not gonna waste Rp 200.000 for nothing right? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, I experienced 9 of them, with full efforts to stand in queue of course. Most of our times were spent in queue after 12 p.m. You wouldn't believe that we had to queue for 1 hour minimum to get in a ride. Being there early, was the right decision. I rode Giant Swing, Dunia Lain, Yamaha Racing Coaster, Jelajah, Kong's Climb, Negeri Raksasa, Marvel Superheroes 4D, Science Center, and Kiddy's Land. Most of them were adrenaline rush thing. One thing I wanted to brag is, I was able to complete Kong's Climb! well, first level though, but hell yeah I did it, while not much people able to accomplish it! Ok, forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2l4a2mIYTaI/TxAUw-dz6KI/AAAAAAAAATI/O7Uookkk6-0/s1600/DSCN4820.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2l4a2mIYTaI/TxAUw-dz6KI/AAAAAAAAATI/O7Uookkk6-0/s320/DSCN4820.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;my sisters in queue of Giant Swing&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t43S1Pauc1g/TxAU4oNzfRI/AAAAAAAAATY/2B7IsYwenoo/s1600/DSCN4840.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t43S1Pauc1g/TxAU4oNzfRI/AAAAAAAAATY/2B7IsYwenoo/s320/DSCN4840.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;me in queue of Marvel Superheroes 4D. That's Thor's hammer!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qLUybdFpaxc/TxAU8EPOVUI/AAAAAAAAATg/G2vRmTvrQo8/s1600/DSCN4869.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qLUybdFpaxc/TxAU8EPOVUI/AAAAAAAAATg/G2vRmTvrQo8/s320/DSCN4869.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;me at the end of Science Center&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I'm going to recommend the rides you should try there first, before there's a long line in queue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yamaha Racing Coaster. It's a must to try it. It's really thrilling to travel in 12 km/hr BACKWARDS!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Giant Swing. It's like playing a swing, but with extra height and that spinning thing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Marvel Superheroes 4D. It's a new ride there. It's made specially by Marvel USA for Trans Studio. 2 hours waiting in the line were totally worth it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Negeri Raksasa (Land of the Giant). It gave you experience of falling from height over and over.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Transcar Racing. It's kind of driving a car in a circuit, racing with others. I didn't have the opportunity to ride it though, but it seemed fun looking at the very long line in queue.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jelajah. You will be brought to explore nature, cave, and jungle on a water boat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trans City Theater. It seems to have a great theatrical performance inside called Kabayan Goes to Hollywood and Bolang. I didn't make it also.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;For addition, if you're kind of adventurous type, I suggest you to try Kong's Climb. It has 5 level of difficulties, choose your own level. And Science Center wasn't boring at all, it makes science seems fun. Not least, Vertigo, if you want to challenge yourself to be turned upside down over and over on the height. But I won't ride that, just looking at it make me sick. For me, Dunia Lain (kind of a tour in a haunted track), was so-so. In my opinion, it's just not too real. I mean, it would be better if they put more people in costume inside instead of videos or pictures. They just put one in the end of the journey. But I admit, the atmosphere they built was great, pretty spooky inside.&amp;nbsp;I took cute pictures in Kiddy's Land though I couldn't even ride any of the rides there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lmMY-RxJExc/TxAWacT_W9I/AAAAAAAAATo/QSyw1aKsx9U/s1600/DSCN4878.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lmMY-RxJExc/TxAWacT_W9I/AAAAAAAAATo/QSyw1aKsx9U/s200/DSCN4878.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UImRrY9r6Nk/TxAWeDV_-TI/AAAAAAAAATw/icf_iyYVMeo/s1600/DSCN4882.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UImRrY9r6Nk/TxAWeDV_-TI/AAAAAAAAATw/icf_iyYVMeo/s200/DSCN4882.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AhdDqz7ejqU/TxAWhgPZlAI/AAAAAAAAAT4/z0fRWFg0VDY/s1600/DSCN4884.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AhdDqz7ejqU/TxAWhgPZlAI/AAAAAAAAAT4/z0fRWFg0VDY/s200/DSCN4884.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hope it gives you a useful reference when you want to spend your time there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Adios! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3541602908964956021-1778272348448542053?l=pomphoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1778272348448542053/comments/default' 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/&gt;won't be more inspiring than that&lt;br /&gt;I love silence&lt;br /&gt;won't be more awakening than that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will just let it be&lt;br /&gt;lay it there&lt;br /&gt;Till the sun finally comes up&lt;br /&gt;change the night to dawn&lt;br /&gt;awake the birds then chirping&lt;br /&gt;and awake us then feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;-Bandung, in starey silence night&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3541602908964956021-2350363269247227708?l=pomphoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/feeds/2350363269247227708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/2012/01/silence-is-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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107.7677396</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3541602908964956021.post-1292928196522072672</id><published>2012-01-03T08:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T08:50:39.093+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>Courage Is</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/PuifTh0kWKY/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PuifTh0kWKY&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PuifTh0kWKY&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Courage Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;by The Strange Familiar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Take all my vicious words&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;and turn them into something good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Take all my preconceptions&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;and let the truth be understood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Take all my prized possessions&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;and leave only what I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Take all my pieces of doubt&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;and let me be what's underneath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Courage is&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;when you're afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;but you&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;keep on moving&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Courage is&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;when you're in pain&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;but you keep on living&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;We all have excuses why&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;living in fear something in us dies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Like a bird with broken wings,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;its not how high he flies&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;but the song he sings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;It's not how many times&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;you've been knocked down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;It's how many times&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;you get back up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Courage is&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;when you've lost your way&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;but you found your strength&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Courage is&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;when you're afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Courage is&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;when it all seems grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Courage is&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;when you make a change&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;and you keep on living&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;You keep on moving&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;You keep on giving&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;You keep on loving&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;credits : &lt;a href="http://www.sweetslyrics.com/607057.Strange%20Familiar,%20The%20-%20Courage%20Is%20.html"&gt;sweetlyrics.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This song I found randomly, I even forgot how I found it. But it still stuck in my mind for a long time. The lyrics is great, one of motivational lyrics I love. We all need it, the courage to live, to keep on moving, even just to be happy. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Adios! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3541602908964956021-1292928196522072672?l=pomphoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1292928196522072672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/2012/01/courage-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541602908964956021/posts/default/1292928196522072672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541602908964956021/posts/default/1292928196522072672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/2012/01/courage-is.html' title='Courage Is'/><author><name>Ratri Anggardani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00421625513395495643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fb1yaeF0BR0/Tw3eGDhVWqI/AAAAAAAAASc/wvRpDqflUlo/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3541602908964956021.post-5776593397256850591</id><published>2012-01-03T01:18:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T01:20:52.568+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scattered memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Christmas Holiday - Part 1</title><content type='html'>Last Christmas, I decided to go home, since my best friends would be there too, Anda and Mojo. hehe.. :)&lt;br /&gt;We had planned to go to Yogyakarta in saturday, Chirstmas eve. And I was planning on making some lunch box for our little trip far before I got home. Then there I was, waking early in the morning, making Kimbab. (I've posted the recipe before,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/2011/12/recipe-kimbab.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://c0014104.r32.cf1.rackcdn.com/x2_a03eac0" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://c0014104.r32.cf1.rackcdn.com/x2_a03eac0" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;my lunch box's looked like. picture by Mojo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;So we departed from Anda's home at about 10.30, and we're going to go to Anda's new home first in Sleman before we had our happy-happy time. Anda had an appointment with some people to get her curtains for the new home ready. And after some times choosing what kind of curtains she wanted to have, finally we're going to go through our plan: SHOPPING AT BERINGHARJO MARKET!! \(^0^)/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mojo got some requests from his friends to buy them some batik -traditional cloth and pattern from Indonesia-. Yes, batik is easily found in Yogyakarta, and the price are cheaper than others, especially in Beringharjo Market. This market is in the end of Malioboro street, the shopping heaven for tourists. We had figured that it would be full of people, since it's a holiday. And we were right. It's a sea of people, everywhere! We had some difficulties to find empty parking lot, then finally we got one pretty far from Beringharjo. We parked our car in front of a batik store named "Grosir Batik". We went there first, to see if there're some nice batik to buy. Mojo found two nice batik, one for his friend and the other is for his brother. I also found some cute batik, but I didn't buy it yet at that time. I was thinking to see another batik at Beringharjo before finally chose which batik I want to buy. Well, you know, girls. :p&lt;br /&gt;It had pretty cheap price there, all item were given discount for 15%. Mojo got his batik shirt for about Rp 40.000 (or USD 5), and little batik T-shirt for about Rp 20.000 (or USD 3), very cheap isn't it? And my crushes were priced Rp 40.000 (USD 5) and Rp 105.000 (USD 11). Then we left that store after Mojo purchased his batik to Beringharjo, walking. When finally we got there, it's unimaginably crowded by people. I started to feel nauseous and hot. But we had finally got here, no choice other than become one with that crowd of people and searching for nice batik. We had to use eyes to see those abundant batik in each store thoroughly. After some wanderings, we found some store that had pretty nice batik. We chose the pattern and started to bargain. &lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;Tip&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;b&gt; if you shop here, you should have some bargaining talent so you could get cheaper price.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7eHnjiaeggY/TwHoWIFZU0I/AAAAAAAAARQ/-QRBJBpeZyQ/s1600/DSCN4775.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7eHnjiaeggY/TwHoWIFZU0I/AAAAAAAAARQ/-QRBJBpeZyQ/s320/DSCN4775.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;at 0 km&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Mojo got all he needed there, but not me. He got Rp 40.000 average for each shirt. Meanwhile, I finally decided to buy the one in the first store in front of our car was parked. We went to the third floor to get some jilbab (head-scarf) for Anda's sister's birthday present. And I found this mukena for Rp 23.000 (USD 2.5) only, I bought one for my little sister and one for me for Rp 30.000 (USD 4). In Bandung, city where I domicile at present, it had USD 1 more expensive. And when we finally got what we wanted, we walked back to the car, and I entered Grosir Batik once more and purchasing the USD 4 dollar shirt. It's looked good on me. So overall, I spent for less then Rp 100.000 (about USD 10) for three things, very worth it right? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oR9v0Rs9rGE/TwHowqpKM9I/AAAAAAAAASI/UtO4DWRorlY/s1600/DSCN4788.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oR9v0Rs9rGE/TwHowqpKM9I/AAAAAAAAASI/UtO4DWRorlY/s200/DSCN4788.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;my shopping things ^^&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;After Beringharjo, we went to Tugu Train Station to reserve some tickets to Bandung. My mom and sisters wanted to go to Bandung for a short holiday vacation. And as I imagined, the ticketing queue was very long, with the seats available is limited since it's usually been booked a long ago before holiday. I got queue number 781 when the exact queue was still at 680!! We needed to wait for I don't know how long, but it would be pretty long time. While I waited for my turn, Mojo and Anda went to mini market near it, to buy a snack. And they brought this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1qaRugkjYaA/TwHodcL5-XI/AAAAAAAAARg/DpmPfAAY6nU/s1600/DSCN4779.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1qaRugkjYaA/TwHodcL5-XI/AAAAAAAAARg/DpmPfAAY6nU/s200/DSCN4779.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nQA3hri67OA/TwHoZw7QkyI/AAAAAAAAARY/6ZajuMMfvMg/s1600/DSCN4778.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nQA3hri67OA/TwHoZw7QkyI/AAAAAAAAARY/6ZajuMMfvMg/s200/DSCN4778.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;that soon became 1/4 of its actual size. hehe... Fortunately, the queue wasn't stuck much, so we had a pretty quick queue to go. When it's finally my turn, there were exact 4 seats available for December 28th, and exact 3 seats for December 31st. I just got lucky! ^^&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;We're so hungry after all wandering around Yogyakarta, then we decided to eat at &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Rumah-Pohon/110345189035245"&gt;Rumah Pohon&lt;/a&gt;, and we met one friend more there, Dika. Since we're so hungry, we just ordered anything. Mojo ordered Nasi Gila (eng. Crazy Rice - if I'm not mistaken), sambal cumi (eng. squid sambal), fit juice, and ice orange. Anda ordered gepuk, pepes tahu-teri-jamur (eng. tofu-anchovy-mushroom pepes), and jus cantik (eng. beauty juice). Dika ordered tongseng and ice tea. And I ordered brongkos keraton and ice "tape". For the price, all of those food ordered by us were about Rp 120.000 in total (about USD 12). I forgot to take picture all of the food before it's eaten, so this is all I have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAot_NomaO8/TwHog55fBDI/AAAAAAAAARo/QmygFZbOMqs/s1600/DSCN4780.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wAot_NomaO8/TwHog55fBDI/AAAAAAAAARo/QmygFZbOMqs/s200/DSCN4780.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lKKd_J_JZ10/TwHoobwHNII/AAAAAAAAAR4/Z8VXP7veZek/s1600/DSCN4782.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lKKd_J_JZ10/TwHoobwHNII/AAAAAAAAAR4/Z8VXP7veZek/s200/DSCN4782.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Maybe my post here can be one of your references when you want to have a trip to Yogyakarta. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;There's still Christmas Holiday - Part 2 in Bandung, I'll post it soon.&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;Adios! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3541602908964956021-5776593397256850591?l=pomphoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/feeds/5776593397256850591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/2012/01/christmas-holiday-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541602908964956021/posts/default/5776593397256850591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541602908964956021/posts/default/5776593397256850591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/2012/01/christmas-holiday-part-1.html' title='Christmas Holiday - Part 1'/><author><name>Ratri Anggardani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00421625513395495643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fb1yaeF0BR0/Tw3eGDhVWqI/AAAAAAAAASc/wvRpDqflUlo/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7eHnjiaeggY/TwHoWIFZU0I/AAAAAAAAARQ/-QRBJBpeZyQ/s72-c/DSCN4775.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Yogyakarta, Indonesia</georss:featurename><georss:point>-7.797224 110.368797</georss:point><georss:box>-7.8601515 110.289833 -7.7342965 110.447761</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3541602908964956021.post-5872517336527113681</id><published>2011-12-31T21:06:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T01:01:54.962+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hobbies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='articles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><title type='text'>Recipe: Kimbab</title><content type='html'>Last week, I made Kimbab for my lunch box's trip to Yogyakarta with my friends. it's my second time making this. I was in my holiday (actually everyday seemed like holiday for me though), and my friends that had been lived in other cities were coming home, so we made a plan for a little trip. And there I was, making a Kimbab in my kitchen. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kimbab is a Korean food that use &lt;i&gt;kim&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;(김, seaweed) and &lt;i&gt;bab&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;(밥, rice) for its ingredients. It's like sushi-roll in Japan. It's a very simple food to make. Here's the recipe&amp;nbsp;-modified by me-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tools:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Kimbal (a tools for rolling the rice, made from bamboo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;tip&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;If you don't have kimbal, no need to buy it, just use a transparent plastic. It works the same. I used it. :p&lt;br /&gt;- Cooking brush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Roasted seaweed&lt;br /&gt;- Japanese rice.&amp;nbsp;I did about 2 cups of rice grain for 6 seaweed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;tip&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Since it's kinda hard to find Japanese rice and it's pretty expensive, I use a mixture of common rice and sticky rice (beras ketan)&amp;nbsp;instead&amp;nbsp;with ratio 2:1. I get this from my friend, Amalia. But if you still can't find sticky rice, just use common rice, it'll work with a little trick. :)&lt;br /&gt;- Salt&lt;br /&gt;- Broth powder. It's optional.&amp;nbsp;I use it so the rice will taste more.&lt;br /&gt;- Sesame oil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Filling:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally, it use meat, omelet, cucumber, and kimchi (optional). but as for me, I use easier ingredients to find :) such as&lt;br /&gt;- Sausage. 3 sausage will be enough.&lt;br /&gt;- Omelet. use 2 eggs for a thick result of omelet.&lt;br /&gt;- Cucumber.&lt;br /&gt;- Carrot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;tip&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;You can use boiled chicken as filling also. Just boil it with a little salt and pepper until done. You can use the chicken broth to cook the rice instead of using broth powder. You won't need salt added anymore then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Complement ingredients:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mirin (Japanese soy sauce) or just soy sauce.&lt;br /&gt;- Mayonnaise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How to make:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Cook your rice grains with broth powder and salt as your taste. A little tip if you use common rice: cook it with a little more water than usual so that the result will more flaccid and sticky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grill or fry sausages. Cut it into 2 or 4 long pieces.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Whisk eggs with a pinch of salt. Make an omelet from it. Cut the omelet long for about 1 cm wide.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cut both ends of cucumber. Cut it long into 4 so it'll be easier to remove the seeds. Remove the seeds. Cut long each part for about 1 cm wide.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cut long the carrots so it becomes about 1 cm wide and thick. Boil it for about 3 minutes long. Drain it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After all ingredients have been prepared, place one seaweed on the kimbal (or plastic, as I said before) with the rough side as the upper side.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Put the rice on it, spread it all over. Not too thick. You don't want your kimbab only taste with rice without any taste of the fillings.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spread sesame oil all over it using cooking brush. Sprinkle salt on top of it if you like.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Place the filling near one end. Give a little space between the arrangement and the end of seaweed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Roll the seaweed, while pressing it lightly so it all will be stick together and not mess when you cut it later.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do over step 6-10 for all ingredients.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cut both ends for you to eat alone :), then cut the rest for about 2 or 3 cm wide. Serve it with soy sauce and/or mayonnaise.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;note&lt;/span&gt;: Cut the kimbab when you want to serve it, so the rice won't be dry due to air exposure. Wrap the other whole kimbabs using aluminium foil, so you can heat it later with microwave when you want to eat it. &lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;Tip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;: coat your knife with sesame oil before you use it to cut the kimbab, so it'll be easier to cut trough the sticky rice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here's the one I made :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-efGJhEbOO30/TwBk0APd5nI/AAAAAAAAAQs/g7lIyce9-4I/s1600/DSCN4764.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-efGJhEbOO30/TwBk0APd5nI/AAAAAAAAAQs/g7lIyce9-4I/s320/DSCN4764.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/-PUzj8F1R0vo/TwBnT6bs0WI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Pt4aGEYe26s/s1600/DSCN4768.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PUzj8F1R0vo/TwBnT6bs0WI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Pt4aGEYe26s/s320/DSCN4768.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just simple as that, right? Hope this recipe will help you to make your own kimbab. You can modify your own favorite filling. It could be nugget, or satay, or seafood maybe. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adios! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3541602908964956021-5872517336527113681?l=pomphoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/feeds/5872517336527113681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/2011/12/recipe-kimbab.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541602908964956021/posts/default/5872517336527113681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541602908964956021/posts/default/5872517336527113681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/2011/12/recipe-kimbab.html' title='Recipe: Kimbab'/><author><name>Ratri Anggardani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00421625513395495643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fb1yaeF0BR0/Tw3eGDhVWqI/AAAAAAAAASc/wvRpDqflUlo/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-efGJhEbOO30/TwBk0APd5nI/AAAAAAAAAQs/g7lIyce9-4I/s72-c/DSCN4764.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Magelang, Indonesia</georss:featurename><georss:point>-7.481253 110.213799</georss:point><georss:box>-7.544226999999999 110.134835 -7.418279 110.292763</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3541602908964956021.post-4186368781705766057</id><published>2011-12-20T17:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T17:12:27.085+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scattered memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>Disguise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/UNQRCmpwePc/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UNQRCmpwePc&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UNQRCmpwePc&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DISGUISE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;by Lene Marlin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Have you ever felt some kind of emptiness inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;You will never measure up, to those people you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Must be strong, can't show them that you're weak&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Have you ever told someone&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Something t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;hat's far from the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Let them know that you're okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Just to make them stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;All the wondering, and questions they may have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I'm okay, I really am now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Just needed some time, to figure things out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Not telling lies, I'll be honest with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Still we don't know what's yet to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Have you ever seen your face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;In a mirror there's a smile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But inside you're just a mess,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;You feel far from good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Need to hide,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;'cos they'd never understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Have you ever had this wish,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Of being s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;omewhere else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;To &lt;b&gt;let go of your disguise&lt;/b&gt;, all your worries too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;And from that moment, then you see things clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Are you waiting for that day when your pain will disappear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;When you know that it's not true what they say about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Couldn't care less 'bout the things surrounding you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Ignoring all the voices from my wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;credits:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/lenemarlin/disguise.html"&gt;azlyrics.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I knew this song when I was in junior high school. It's the ending theme song for a Taiwan drama called Senorita or here, people knew it as Twins. When I finally knew the lyrics, I love it even more, one of my favorite songs. And last night, this song just came across my mind. Hope you enjoy it. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Adios! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/3541602908964956021-4186368781705766057?l=pomphoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/feeds/4186368781705766057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/2011/12/disguise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541602908964956021/posts/default/4186368781705766057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541602908964956021/posts/default/4186368781705766057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/2011/12/disguise.html' title='Disguise'/><author><name>Ratri Anggardani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00421625513395495643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fb1yaeF0BR0/Tw3eGDhVWqI/AAAAAAAAASc/wvRpDqflUlo/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3541602908964956021.post-4850740757356516141</id><published>2011-12-20T01:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T01:57:22.005+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scattered memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trash'/><title type='text'>let it remain Untitled</title><content type='html'>God... I know you've always been good to me. Thank you for giving me such a wonderful life with wonderful people inside it. I'm happy for my life of course, nothing happier than this life you gave, although sometimes you teach me in the hard way. I just don't know how to say it to you, but that one person you sent to be existed in my life, why I still hold my curse to it? Is there any reason? I knew, there always be. Yeah, I'm fully aware of that. That I'm going to find the answer later.&lt;br /&gt;God... I know that goodness is the things you love. I'm trying to be one, I'm trying to be good, ignoring what I'm struggling with inside. I'm gonna wear that mask. Just please help me to put it much much longer till I can free from everything bad inside. Please keep me smile, so that everyone that see me, will smile eventually. Will you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3541602908964956021-4850740757356516141?l=pomphoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/feeds/4850740757356516141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/2011/12/let-it-remain-untitled.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541602908964956021/posts/default/4850740757356516141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541602908964956021/posts/default/4850740757356516141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/2011/12/let-it-remain-untitled.html' title='let it remain Untitled'/><author><name>Ratri Anggardani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00421625513395495643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fb1yaeF0BR0/Tw3eGDhVWqI/AAAAAAAAASc/wvRpDqflUlo/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3541602908964956021.post-3495846386171692814</id><published>2011-12-15T17:41:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T01:02:21.114+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='articles'/><title type='text'>Brahmakumaris Test</title><content type='html'>It's a psychological test I've got from "Seminar Vacancy : Get Excited, Guide Your Carrer" by CDC IT Telkom last monday, December 12th, 2011. There were three speakers: Mr. Oscar Marino from ePROTEA FINEXUS Malaysia; Mr. Wirawan Winarto from Microsoft Indonesia which also one of IT Telkom's alumnus; and Ms. Sukmayanti Ranadireksa, M. Psi, a psychologist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Oscar presented on how our job won't be depend only in our past education. He himself, was a civil engineer student in college, but now he's responsible in IT department in Finexus. How that can be happen? or how that can be related, civil engineer and IT? None. He's in civil engineer major indeed, but he found his passion in IT. And now, he works in the name of IT, not civil engineer.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Mr. Wirawan presented how we should be elastic in real work life. Elastic here means that we need to adapt with what we need to do in work. He said that it's okay that you don't have any specialties in many programming language. All you need is curiosity and will to learn, especially in IT world that always change rapidly. He also said this quote I like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Never say you can't"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;because that means you'll never can. Say you can instead, then learn how so you can. I like this principle.&lt;br /&gt;And the last speaker is Ms. Anti. As psychologist she presented how psychological test affect someone can be chosen as one of the employees. Psychological test is able to picture characteristics of someone, their attitude, and their way to think. Those are the factors that determines whether someone has or doesn't have the ability and attitude needed by company to carry on their job. She said that everybody should know what their own capabilities, passion, strength, and weakness. By knowing ourselves more, wan can determined what way we want to take, what job that suit with us, so that in the future we won't be regretting what way we took. She gave us some fun test, called Brahmakumaris Test (I don't know whether I type it right or wrong). The test will be reveal later in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that seminar, I get one lesson:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Just go with your passion"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;If you confuse to find your future path, just go with something that resonance with your passion. It will be more enjoyable for you to do any works since it's something you love. Every work will seems to be easier and lighter when you do it with happy heart and sincerely. If you don't know your passion yet, try to find it from now. It's usually something form your hobbies or routines. I don't know my passion yet either. It's between writing, listening to music, or eating. haha... But I guess, I love to write more than others. So it will be my passion, at least for now until I really know my real passion is. It would be great if writing is my real passion. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I've said earlier, I'm going to reveal the Brahmakumaris test here. So here's the test:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Spoiler! &lt;b&gt;DO NOT TAKE A LOOK AT THE RESULT BEFORE YOU COMPLETE THE TEST&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BRAHMAKUMARIS TEST:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Write 3 (three) animals you favorite most in order. The first is the most favorite animals, then come the second favorite, and the third favorite.&lt;br /&gt;2. If you're done, write any characteristics (one or more) about that animals each. Any characteristics you can think of.&lt;br /&gt;3. Find your test result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;RESULT:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The animals will show different aspects.&lt;br /&gt;The first favorite animal, its characteristics, show you what kind of person you wanted to be seen or known by &lt;b&gt;others&lt;/b&gt; from you.&lt;br /&gt;The second favorite animal's characteristics show you what kind of person you &lt;b&gt;wanted to be&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The third favorite animal's characteristics show you what kind of person &lt;b&gt;you&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;are&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is my result (just for share):&lt;br /&gt;- First favorite animal : Lion. characteristics: leader, brave&lt;br /&gt;- Second favorite animal : Tiger. characteristics: fixed target&lt;br /&gt;- Third favorite animal : Cat. characteristics: spoiled yet graceful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha....my favorite animals are from the Felice family. That's the three animals came in my mind at that exact time. I just realize that I love panda also. Maybe if I can change my result (after I realize my another favorite), I would like to change it is like this: 1st Lion, 2nd Panda, 3rd Cat. hehehehe....&lt;br /&gt;So how's your result? Maybe you can share it here. Hope it can help you to know yourself more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3541602908964956021-3495846386171692814?l=pomphoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/feeds/3495846386171692814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/2011/12/brahmakumaris-test.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541602908964956021/posts/default/3495846386171692814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541602908964956021/posts/default/3495846386171692814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/2011/12/brahmakumaris-test.html' title='Brahmakumaris Test'/><author><name>Ratri Anggardani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00421625513395495643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fb1yaeF0BR0/Tw3eGDhVWqI/AAAAAAAAASc/wvRpDqflUlo/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3541602908964956021.post-4651231107795858617</id><published>2011-12-03T00:41:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T01:02:46.346+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scattered memories'/><title type='text'>Everybody can change, even the worst one</title><content type='html'>I have a post on my &lt;a href="https://p0mpo.wordpress.com/2011/06/04/everybody-can-change-even-the-worst-one/"&gt;previous blog&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;-or should I call it my "galau" blog? hehe- with the same title. But the difference is, that post was dedicated to Chuck Bass, a cast on Gossip Girl series. And this one, is dedicated to Barney Stinson, a cast on How I Met Your Mother series. In case you don't know about those characters or series, well, they're all jerks, playboy that didn't believe in the existence of love and relationship. Maybe some pictures will help you picture them clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f0ir0cCvMJQ/TuY0ETHQaeI/AAAAAAAAAPs/WBiulCRSk4c/s1600/chuck+bass.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f0ir0cCvMJQ/TuY0ETHQaeI/AAAAAAAAAPs/WBiulCRSk4c/s200/chuck+bass.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ed Westwick a.k.a Chuck Bass&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oQ35r2Idrsw/TuY0I4trSKI/AAAAAAAAAP0/2htOxWQGv4k/s1600/barney+stinson.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oQ35r2Idrsw/TuY0I4trSKI/AAAAAAAAAP0/2htOxWQGv4k/s1600/barney+stinson.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Neil Patrick Harris a.k.a Barney Stinson&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of topic question: "Who's hotter?" hahaha...of course ignore the fact that Neil is a gay. Well for me, of course Ed is hotter!! He's young and has this evil-cold face, another "Ian Somerhalder". gyaaaaa.... &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to topic.&lt;br /&gt;I've just watching 7th season of How I Met Your Mother this episode 10 "Tick Tick Tick". And there's a part when finally Barney confessed all his feeling for Robin after all of denials and escape from their true feelings. It's such a twist how a "Barney" could change into a "Ted". I'm not surprised though, I knew that they will be together in the end, and I love them both to be together! I have to admit, the writer did a good job to tell their relationship in such a way. I did cry couple of times. And this one is the jackpot.&lt;br /&gt;In the early episodes, Robin is the one who seems to still be in love with Barney. In the very first episode of the season, when Barney and Robin accidentally met Nora in their way and Barney was finally trying to get back to Nora, that's the time when Robin realized that her feelings for Barney was still there. She's just standing there at distant, staring at her love's slowly moving away. Robin's still hoping that she and Barney can be together again and starting to sabotage Barney-Nora relationship. Then finally, she realized that it's not right thing to do and help them to get together in the end. Robin started to move on when she met Kevin, her psychiatrist, and they start dating after Kevin stopped being Robin's psychiatrist. Robin and Barney have their own love life, they're happy in their own way. And something happened. They're kissing in a cab and end in a bed. *pffff...life*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NmEFbavJE6I/TuZWzWgbwEI/AAAAAAAAAP8/-XD_Yx2UTvo/s1600/090918himym_barney_robin2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="display: inline !important; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NmEFbavJE6I/TuZWzWgbwEI/AAAAAAAAAP8/-XD_Yx2UTvo/s1600/090918himym_barney_robin2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-710wq9V_EGc/TuZWzweXQ1I/AAAAAAAAAQA/6C-x2tIGPhA/s1600/BarneY-RoBin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="197" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-710wq9V_EGc/TuZWzweXQ1I/AAAAAAAAAQA/6C-x2tIGPhA/s320/BarneY-RoBin.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Barney and Robin&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;That's the exact turning point of their life, that they still be in love each other, that they're just faking their hearts for a long time. They felt guilty to Nora and Kevin, but finally they realize who's the one they love. They agreed to tell Nora and Kevin about their "cheating" incident separately, cleanly break up with them, and meet in the bar after. They're having a hard time to tell the truth. Who didn't by the way??&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Barney did make it! He told Nora that he had slept with another girl. Nora, who believed in him, asked him "Can you tell me no feelings involved?", and unexpectedly Barney said, "No". He said NO!! A Barney said he had feelings involved in his sex?? &lt;b&gt;MIRACLE!&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;*fyi, I started to tears here.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the night, Barney and Robin met at the bar. Barney got there first, when finally entered Robin. He had this happy-relieved smile seeing her came. And this scene happened, Kevin entered the bar after Robin. Smile disappeared, confuse appeared. Then finally Robin gave him a sad-sorry glance and a light head shake no. Guess what happened to Barney? He stunned there, time seemed to stop, he stared at Robin in teary eyes, and gave her a bitter smile and mouthing "It's okay".&lt;br /&gt;Tuhaaaaaaaaaannnn....demi apa ada adegan beginian??? &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; and I successfully cried, a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a little review about Chuck, he's such a spoiled arrogant boy who only take love as something that didn't real until he unintentionally slept with his best friend Blair. They fell in love, and guess what, their love even stronger than any other couples in that series. They understand each other, they completed each other. And one of my favorites scene is when Chuck's dad passed away and Chuck lost his way. He's frail, emotional, and overly sad. He had no place to go. But suddenly, Blair who just got home from the funeral, found him in her bedroom, sitting there alone with blank stare. She hugged him, trying to lessen his pain. And Chuck was trying so hard not to cry. But yeah, in the end, he cried silently in Blair's hug, then he just left. My favorite sad scene.. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lt1EbyNvo-4/TuZW048TbII/AAAAAAAAAQI/AsyrpBtykG4/s1600/chuck_blair.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="244" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lt1EbyNvo-4/TuZW048TbII/AAAAAAAAAQI/AsyrpBtykG4/s320/chuck_blair.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;frail-heart-Chuck&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BuqYF4dsff8/TuZW2TN3qCI/AAAAAAAAAQU/IS0O8O9N95M/s1600/chuck-blair-gossip-girl-season-3-7333354-521-853.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BuqYF4dsff8/TuZW2TN3qCI/AAAAAAAAAQU/IS0O8O9N95M/s320/chuck-blair-gossip-girl-season-3-7333354-521-853.jpg" width="195" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chuck and Blair&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Enough for the preface. In my opinion, every jerk has their own reason for being like that. As a saying, "Behind every jerk, there's always a girl that made them that way". And from what I see is, there's a hurtful heart that lead them become one, either it's because a girl or other reasons. There's an insecure soul inside. That jerk attitude just another defense they put on so they won't be hurt again. That strong and superior attitude is just their masks outside their ordinary-need-love hearts.&lt;br /&gt;My point is, even the worst person ever, in this case is jerk who always play with many girls heart without even care much about their feelings toward him, will eventually find his "heart" and will able to change into the best guy ever loving his only precious princess. That's what I'm believing for sure.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know I'm being naive, but I witnessed one of many cases like that. That's why I can tell you what actually happened behind their jerky scenes. I always hope for that someone to be happy, to finally find the cure for his wounded heart. I know that someday will come. Nothing's impossible though. As my friend said, "A guy has many loves, but he has only one heart."&lt;br /&gt;Hope you find your "heart" someday, especially for jerks out there. Just remember that there's a girl that will love you whoever you are, that can move your heart without you realizing it. Be prepared guys. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying, it only happen for jerks. It can happen also in girls case who take love lightly. It's a universal thing I guess. But, again, this just my opinion. There's no harm to have such a good positive thoughts of others, right? It's nice to be able to understand people around us more closely, even if you're just trying to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3541602908964956021-4651231107795858617?l=pomphoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/feeds/4651231107795858617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/2011/12/everybody-can-change-even-worst-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541602908964956021/posts/default/4651231107795858617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541602908964956021/posts/default/4651231107795858617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/2011/12/everybody-can-change-even-worst-one.html' title='Everybody can change, even the worst one'/><author><name>Ratri Anggardani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00421625513395495643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fb1yaeF0BR0/Tw3eGDhVWqI/AAAAAAAAASc/wvRpDqflUlo/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f0ir0cCvMJQ/TuY0ETHQaeI/AAAAAAAAAPs/WBiulCRSk4c/s72-c/chuck+bass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3541602908964956021.post-7187153092193140363</id><published>2011-11-16T17:39:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T01:21:22.606+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='articles'/><title type='text'>When you got a speeding ticket</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 16px;"&gt;I got this article from my friend's post that also got it from another source, so I couldn't paste the source here. It's about speeding ticket. In my country, it's not literary because you drive your vehicle over speed, but there can be many other reasons, such as drive through a red light, or if you driving a motorcycle, you could get that ticket for not wearing helmet. It's such a common thing my beloved country, that this thing, become one of mining land for some responsible-but-irresponsible people. I'm not saying who or what party, unfortunately it's not just done by one party. Poor my country for being in such condition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Enough mourning. Nothing change with that mourn attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Now, here, the ticketing procedure is like this: you break driving rule, responsible people stops you, give you an explanation what did you do wrong, show you the written laws that you break and the fine that you may have to pay, then start writing a ticket for you and confiscate your driving license for a moment. That given ticket is used as a proof that you have broken the law. You will have to attend a trial that be held about 2 weeks later to pay your fine and get your driving license back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 16px;"&gt;And that's what you have to do if you got a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;RED&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ticket by the time you get caught. The red ticket shows that you deny breaking laws and want to defend yourself. And this red ticket system, that I also know just now, has some leaks for some parties to take advantages by charging you more than you should have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Apparently, there is another system. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BLUE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ticket system, which you don't have to wait for 2 weeks for the trial. This system runs like this: your driving license is confiscated, you get your blue ticket, you make a money transfer to an account of a bank (if not mistaken is a public bank), then you take that transfer slip to the nearest police office around the place you get caught, and exchange that slip with your driving license. By this system, you have store your money directly into the government account. By having this blue ticket, you will only have to pay for about Rp 36.000 or about USD 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;I've been caught twice by red ticket because I don't know yet about this red-blue ticket matter. For the first case, I just had to pay Rp 36.000, but I had to pay Rp 41.000 for the second case. I just thought that it got a different fine for a different violation.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;So, if you get caught because of breaking some driving law in my country, I suggest you to ask a blue ticket than a red one. Maybe you will get some difficulties and arguments, but that's worth the fight.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 16px;"&gt;And here's the original Facebook status of my friend (in Bahasa Indonesia) which she got from I don't know where:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px;"&gt;KENA TILANG ???&lt;br /&gt;Semoga info ini berguna...&lt;br /&gt;Surat Tilang ada 2 macam: slip merah &amp;amp; slip biru.~ SLIP MERAH artinya kita menyangkal telah melanggar peraturan &amp;amp; mau membela diri secara hukum (ikut sidang) di pengadilan. Biasanya menunggu 2 minggu &amp;amp; di pengadilan byk calo, terjadi antrian panjang &amp;amp; oknum pengadilan yg melakukan pungutan liar berupa pembengkakan nilai tilang&lt;br /&gt;~ SLIP BIRU artinya kita mengakui kesalahan kita &amp;amp; bersedia membayar denda. Kita tinggal transfer dana via ATM ke nomor rekening tertentu (kalo tdk salah bank BUMN). Setelah itu kita tukarkan bukti transfer dgn SIM / STNK kita di kapolsek terdekat dimana kita ditilang. Denda resmi KUHP mobil tidak lebih dr 50rb &amp;amp; dananya resmi masuk kas negara.&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, jika kena tilang, minta lah SLIP BIRU (beberapa oknum perlu berdebat dahulu dgn kita. Kita hrs ngotot minta SLIP BIRU krn petugas berusaha membohongi kita dgn mengatakan SLIP BIRU tdk berlaku). Dgn Slip Biru anda tdk perlu menunggu 2 minggu. Langkah ini membantu negara mengikis korupsi &amp;amp; kita tdk perlu memberi Uang Damai ke oknum petugas. Forwardlah ke teman2 anda.&lt;br /&gt;(Info dr Komisi III)&lt;br /&gt;*perlu ditambahkan dgn slip biru kita hanya membayar. RP 36.000 (utk denda bahwa kita mengakui kesalahan kita)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Now if you think you need to spread this out, please do. Goodness worth spreading. &amp;lt;-- nyolong tag line TED. hehe... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 16px;"&gt;P.S.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; line-height: 16px;"&gt;I think this original source is from the government looking at the information in my friend's original post. It's said "Info dari Komisi III". &lt;a href="http://www.dpr.go.id/id/Komisi/Komisi-III"&gt;Komisi III DPR&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;is a division in the government that dealing with laws, human rights, and safety.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3541602908964956021-7187153092193140363?l=pomphoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/feeds/7187153092193140363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/2011/11/when-you-got-speeding-ticket.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541602908964956021/posts/default/7187153092193140363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541602908964956021/posts/default/7187153092193140363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/2011/11/when-you-got-speeding-ticket.html' title='When you got a speeding ticket'/><author><name>Ratri Anggardani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00421625513395495643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fb1yaeF0BR0/Tw3eGDhVWqI/AAAAAAAAASc/wvRpDqflUlo/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3541602908964956021.post-443878773789192352</id><published>2011-11-14T19:45:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T01:04:55.662+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><title type='text'>Sebuah Opini PRIBADI</title><content type='html'>Kali ini, saya nggak akan posting dengan menggunakan bahasa Inggris. Selain ingin tetap menjaga Bahasa Indonesia -gokil- saya juga agak kesusahan untuk mengekspresikan apa yang ingin saya tulis kemudian dalam bahasa Inggris. hahahaha.... ujung-ujungnya alasan bodoh. :p&lt;br /&gt;Tadinya, mau saya post di note Facebook, tapi saya pikir-pikir lagi, publish di blog aja deh biar lebih menyampaikan maksud dan tujuan saya untuk menungkapkan sebuah opini publik. *halah!&lt;br /&gt;Dan beginilah note tadi yang saya buat:&lt;br /&gt;=======================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Note ini saya bikin setelah melihat tweets dari sebuah akun yang "frontal" sekali milik salah&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;SEORANG&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;"tetangga" (sekali lagi: "&lt;strong&gt;SALAH SEORANG&lt;/strong&gt;"). dan sekali lagi, saya tekankan, bahwa ini adalah opini saya pribadi. kalau ada yang nggak suka, itu hak anda. monggo. tapi jangan trus berdebat disini ya. saya tidak butuh perdebatan macem itu. Terimakasih. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Kadang saya suka nggak habis pikir, kenapa terkadang kebanyakan orang Indonesia gampang terpancing emosi atas provokasi (omongan) dari "si tetangga" yang memang mungkin mengeluarkan "kata-kata nyolot" tentang negara kita tercinta ini. (&lt;strong&gt;Note:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;Saya sebenernya kurang paham siapa yang memulai duluan, maaf kalau saya mengungkapkan hal yang salah).&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Bukannya saya nggak cinta Indonesia trus saya gak ikutan panas kalau negara Indonesia tercinta ini dihina, diomongin macem-macem ini-itu, diinjak-injak harga diri kita. Bukaaaannn...tentu saja bukan karena itu. Saya juga emosi ngeliat omongan-omongan kasar dia/mereka yang menjelek-jelekkan Indonesia sering sudah amat sangat keterlaluan. Dulu saya tentu saja pernah terpancing emosi dan ikut mengeluarkan sumpah serapah (gak muna lah ya, saya sempet pernah ngebales hinaan mereka juga walau cuma sebatas dalam diskusi sesama teman). Saya melihat beberapa balasan-balasan yang cukup kasar pula dari pihak kita. Dan sekarang saya berpikir, "Ini apaan sih?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Saya melihat dengan jelas, omongan-omongan dia tersebut memang bertujuan untuk memanas-manasi kita. Well, mungkin bisa saja saya yang salah tangkap, tapi sekali lagi, ini cuma opini. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Jadi "dia" mengeluarkan kata-kata nyolot tadi, pake huruf kapital semua dan kebanyakan sambil diiringi smiley&amp;nbsp;"&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;:D&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;" di bagian akhir. Untuk saya pribadi, saya menganggap hal itu sebagai&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;provokasi&lt;/strong&gt;. Kemudian, dibalaslah oleh beberapa orang, marah-marah, ikut-ikutan pake huruf kapital semua. Dan dibalas lagi oleh si dia, kadang dengan tambahan smiley " :D "&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;dua kali lipat&lt;/strong&gt;. Dari sini saya merasa bahwa memang dia ingin memprovokasi kita, dan dia berhasil. Banyak yang jadi panas, tambah geram, sedangkan dia tambah senang, seperti mendapat mainan baru. Ya, saya menganggap, bisa jadi kita ini dipakai sebagai bahan mainan dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Yang ada di bayangan saya, jika saya menjadi "dia", mendapat balasan yang penuh amarah dan berapi-api malah hanya akan membuat saya tertawa lebih lebar dan melontarkan balasan yang lebih tajam, kemudian menunggu umpan saya termakan lagi, maka saya akan tertawa terbahak-bahak dan merasa amat sangat puas. Itu yang ada dalam bayangan saya. Saya tidak tahu apa yang ada dalam bayangan anda-anda sekalian. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;"Trus gimana?? Masa iya rela negeri sendiri diinjak-injak?? Mana nasionalisme kamu??"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Jika ada pertanyaan seperti ini, mungkin saya akan menjawab, "&lt;strong&gt;Lebih baik diam.&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;"diam" di sini bukan berati tidak melakukan apa-apa,&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;"diam" di sini berati mulutnya yang diam&lt;/strong&gt;, nggak usahlah terpengaruh provokasi mereka. hal itu cuma bakal ngabisin waktu doang tanpa guna. apa iya kalo kita ngebales hujatan mereka lebih keras, trus Indonesia bisa jadi negara yang lebih baik, ideal, dan bebas dari kasus-kasus yang mereka tuduhkan?? toh memang nyatanya kasus-kasus itu ada di Indonesia. Korupsi, hukum gak beres, dan segala tetek bengeknya, memang ada dan nyata di Indonesia. Itu fakta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mbok&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;ya mending bareng-bareng lah bikin Indonesia jadi lebih baik, sampai suatu saat nanti Indonesia jadi negara yang bener-bener solid, kasus-kasus negara banyak berkurang, dan bangsa jadi raja sendiri di rumahnya, bukan bangsa lain yang jadi raja di negara kita. Kalau udah kayak gitu, mereka toh lama-lama bakal kehabisan bahan, walaupun sepertinya sedikit mustahil untuk terjadi. -sepertinya mimpi ini ketinggian, tapi apa salahnya bermimpi?-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Buktiin pake tindakan, nggak cuma omongan. &amp;nbsp;*rada susah ne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Mulai dari diri sendiri aja. kalau perlu pake mindset semacam ini, "Dengan gue berubah menjadi lebih baik, negara gue bakal jadi lebih baik pula. Apa yang gue lakukan, berpengaruh sama masa depan negara gue tercinta ini."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;nah, seandainya, setiap orang bisa berpikiran seperti itu, dan para penguasa-penguasa itu juga&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;MASIH&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;bisa berpikiran seperti itu, nggak mustahil dong, Indonesia jadi hebat banget, bukan cuma jadi negara besar, tapi juga&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;BANGSA&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;besar. Saya nggak bakal berharap&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;SEMUA&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;masyarakat Indonesia bisa berpikir seperti itu, tapi alangkah baiknya kalau&lt;strong&gt;SEBAGIAN BESAR&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;masyarakat berpikir seperti itu. Paling nggak, lebih banyak orang yang yang sadar diri dibandingkan orang yang gak tau diri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Saya nggak berniat untuk sok keren atau apapun dengan mengungkapkan semua pendapat saya seperti itu. Saya sendiri belum bisa menganggap diri saya "baik", saya masih berusaha buat dapet predikat itu. Saya hanya terlalu capek dengan semua perang mulut yang nggak ada berhentinya itu, yang tetap saja nggak akan mengubah apapun. Eh, bisa mengubah sesuatu dink, yang tadinya cuma perang mulut, bisa jadi perang beneran. Ya ndak? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;peace out y'all! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;===========================================================================&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;Yah, kurang lebih, ini yang ada di otak saya saat itu. Nggak tau kenapa, saya sedikit sentimentil beberapa hari ini. Hmmm....weird. Saya bingung, apalagi anda. hahaha.... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;Adios! ^^&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/3541602908964956021-443878773789192352?l=pomphoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/feeds/443878773789192352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/2011/11/sebuah-opini-pribadi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541602908964956021/posts/default/443878773789192352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541602908964956021/posts/default/443878773789192352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/2011/11/sebuah-opini-pribadi.html' title='Sebuah Opini PRIBADI'/><author><name>Ratri Anggardani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00421625513395495643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fb1yaeF0BR0/Tw3eGDhVWqI/AAAAAAAAASc/wvRpDqflUlo/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3541602908964956021.post-5994572588928930929</id><published>2011-10-31T12:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T02:41:06.045+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trash'/><title type='text'>One in a while</title><content type='html'>Ok, I wasn't being "active" these past days, or should I say : this whole month. I didn't do something "great" or at least just "useful" in those days. I didn't even post anything in my blog for this month. I can't believe I was that failure and pathetic. Oh, wait, I believe it, it is pathetic that I said that I was pathetic. And now you know, that this is another trash post I made. Go on, keep on reading. You won't get something if you stop here. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since I have realized it just now, all I can do left is to make it all way better than before. If I WAS a failure, then I WON'T be another failure. My messed life before, nothing I can do about it, but I still can do something to cover that thing. I will make my already-fail-thing things become really great that someday I won't regret. Yes, I'm gonna make use of it in every way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See this, God always has plans for each of its creatures. What we have now, what will happen next, what will we get, everything had been planned&amp;nbsp;already. But it doesn't mean we get them for free, it costs us our efforts. The best thing we can have as already planned, is the "Plan A". So don't you forget that there will be "Plan B", "Plan C" and so on, depends on how you behave, how you afford the goal. In case if you had given all your best to reach a goal, but what you get is not what you really hope for, you think that it's not the best, you're all wrong. Trust me, it's the best, God's version. You also need to look at His intention, and you will understand why everything in your life happened. There's always something for a reason. Oh, and don't forget to pray. When you want something from someone, you'll ask. Same to do with God, you'll ask Him, you'll pray. That's one of the efforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you feel that your life was such a mess -like I feel-, remember that it's your own fault, all of it. It's better to take the blame on yourself and fix everything on your own, than take the blame on others and hope they'll fix it right? You can always count on yourself! Try to do something great to cover that failure up, to make use of your failure, so you WON'T ever regret that failure happened in your life. You can always make it all better. You do and you know it. Now, RISE AND SHINE EVERYBODY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. :&lt;br /&gt;This post I made, it's not to tell you what you should do in your life. I'm no one, I have no right to tell you what you should do. It's to tell ME what I should do. But if you find it helpful to do and you think you should do it too, it's gonna be my pleasure to help you. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3541602908964956021-5994572588928930929?l=pomphoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/feeds/5994572588928930929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/2011/10/one-in-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541602908964956021/posts/default/5994572588928930929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541602908964956021/posts/default/5994572588928930929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/2011/10/one-in-while.html' title='One in a while'/><author><name>Ratri Anggardani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00421625513395495643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fb1yaeF0BR0/Tw3eGDhVWqI/AAAAAAAAASc/wvRpDqflUlo/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3541602908964956021.post-6845306554765594047</id><published>2011-09-21T00:41:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T00:41:59.155+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Kisah malam ini</title><content type='html'>1..2..10..50...&lt;br /&gt;seratus domba sudah kuhitung&lt;br /&gt;gelap..diam..&lt;br /&gt;cuma gemericik air bocor dari keran&lt;br /&gt;ramai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terlelap seolah mustahil,&lt;br /&gt;terpejam namun otak menerawang.&lt;br /&gt;mimpi-mimpi yang harusnya datang kemudian&lt;br /&gt;terlanjur membuncah,&lt;br /&gt;tumpah,&lt;br /&gt;ruah.&lt;br /&gt;Oh tidak! mimpiku terlalu liar untuk dijinakkan!&lt;br /&gt;aku tak dapat menangkapnya,&lt;br /&gt;satu per satu..&lt;br /&gt;untuk kusimpan dulu,&lt;br /&gt;untuk kutabur nanti dalam tidurku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kunyalakan lampu,&lt;br /&gt;dan mimpi-mimpi itu mati.&lt;br /&gt;berserakan.&lt;br /&gt;Lalu kuputuskan, "Sudahlah, biarkan saja berantakan.&lt;br /&gt;nanti waktu lampu kembali mati,&lt;br /&gt;toh mereka akan hidup lagi,&lt;br /&gt;seperti zombie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kembali gelap.&lt;br /&gt;namun kali ini mimpi-mimpi itu telah pergi dari otakku.&lt;br /&gt;Otakku kosong,&lt;br /&gt;melompong,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;kopong&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;ya sudah, untuk sementara kau kubiarkan bebas.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi lihat saja,&lt;br /&gt;suatu saat kau akan kutangkap.&lt;br /&gt;Tunggu saja.&lt;br /&gt;sambil aku berhitung&lt;br /&gt;1..2..10..50...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Bandung, saat malam menua&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3541602908964956021-6845306554765594047?l=pomphoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/feeds/6845306554765594047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/2011/09/kisah-malam-ini.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541602908964956021/posts/default/6845306554765594047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541602908964956021/posts/default/6845306554765594047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/2011/09/kisah-malam-ini.html' title='Kisah malam ini'/><author><name>Ratri Anggardani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00421625513395495643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fb1yaeF0BR0/Tw3eGDhVWqI/AAAAAAAAASc/wvRpDqflUlo/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3541602908964956021.post-56614800510659530</id><published>2011-09-19T17:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T23:59:57.145+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Reblog : Cinta-cintamu</title><content type='html'>I found this poem made by my really talented friend Picha. Her blog is made specially for her poems. And when I did the blog-walking, I found one that really capture my attention. So, I asked for her permission to reblog that poem, and here it is, the poem is in my blog now. *thank you Picha. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fff2cc;"&gt;Cinta-cintamu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Kamu memiliki beberapa cinta&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; satu di hatimu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; sedang yang lain tersebar di sepanjang bibirmu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Dan cintaku,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; adalah salah satu diantaranya&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Pernah kudengar cintaku berkata :&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; "Sungguh tak apa,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; terimakasih telah membiarkanku&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; menjadi salah satu diantaranya."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Hmm..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; aku cuma bisa menggeleng-gelengkan kepala&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Kataku : "Ah, betapa bodohnya ia."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits by : &lt;a href="http://caatrytofly.blogspot.com/2010/12/cinta-cintamu.html?showComment=1316256304617#c6047249800706105689"&gt;Priska Driastuti&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was attracted to this poem because&amp;nbsp;&lt;strike&gt;something&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;nothing&amp;nbsp;in particular. I just like it. kekeke... :D&lt;br /&gt;I love the way Picha always say it clearly, without so many confusing-hard-to-understand words. She pick the right words to say what's in her mind, to the point, yet poetic. What a talent Picha! Can't wait to read another piece of of yours. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3541602908964956021-56614800510659530?l=pomphoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/feeds/56614800510659530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/2011/09/reblog-cinta-cintamu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541602908964956021/posts/default/56614800510659530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541602908964956021/posts/default/56614800510659530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/2011/09/reblog-cinta-cintamu.html' title='Reblog : Cinta-cintamu'/><author><name>Ratri Anggardani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00421625513395495643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fb1yaeF0BR0/Tw3eGDhVWqI/AAAAAAAAASc/wvRpDqflUlo/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Bandung, Indonesia</georss:featurename><georss:point>-6.9147444 107.6098111</georss:point><georss:box>-7.0408499 107.4518826 -6.7886389 107.7677396</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3541602908964956021.post-1079206392737286039</id><published>2011-09-18T01:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T01:14:50.349+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='articles'/><title type='text'>Star constellations</title><content type='html'>As you know -if you knew- I am a fan of stars, those little-shining-things on the night sky. And because of my past blog post about &lt;a href="http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/2011/09/review-galaksi-kinanthi-sekali.html"&gt;Galaksi Kinanthi&lt;/a&gt;'s book review, I want to know more about star constellations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Historically, the term constellation was used to refer to a perceived pattern formed by prominent stars within apparent proximity to one another. Almost all of modern constellations were share name with the Graeco-Roman predecessor, such as Leo, Scorpius, and Orion. Feels familiar with some of the names? Yes, some of them are the zodiac names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/f/ff/Orion_IAU.svg/320px-Orion_IAU.svg.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/f/ff/Orion_IAU.svg/320px-Orion_IAU.svg.png" width="257" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;image by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Constellation"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Here are some constellations in Greek mythology and its meaning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aquarius : The Water Bearer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aquila : The Eagle &amp;nbsp;(I have a friend with this name on his! now I know what its meaning. nice name bro. ^^)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ara : The Altar &amp;nbsp;(one of Galaksi Kinanthi's chapter)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aries : The Ram&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Auriga : The Charioteer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bootes : The Wagon Driver&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chamaeleon &amp;nbsp;(Kugy Charmeleon!! on Dee's Perahu Kertas novel. I guess.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cancer : The Crab&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Canis Major / Minor : The Dog / The Little Dog&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Capricorn : The Goat Horn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cassiopeia : The Queen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cepheus : The King&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Corvus : The Crow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cygnus : The Swan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Draco : The Dragon &amp;nbsp;(Harry Potter's cast!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eridanus : The River&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gemini : The Twins&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leo : The Lion &amp;nbsp;(my lovely zodiac. ^^)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Libra : The Scales&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Perseus : The Destroyer &amp;nbsp;(it reminds me to Clash of The Titan movie)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pisces : The Fishes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saggita : The Arrow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saggitarius : The Archer &amp;nbsp;(I thought Saggita was the origin name of zodiac Saggitarius. I was wrong)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scorpio : The Scorpion&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Taurus : The Bull&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trianna (Sumerian) : The Rainbow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ursa Major / Minor : The Great Bear / The Little Bear&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Virgo : The Virgin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vela : The Curtain &amp;nbsp;(another friend with constellation's name!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vulpecula &amp;nbsp;(another chapter of Galaksi Kinanthi)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;source : &lt;a href="http://www.theoi.com/Cat_Astraioi.html"&gt;Greek Mythology&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lists_of_stars_by_constellation"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those names are beautiful, aren't they? I find it kind of way exotic. Some names can be used as people names. And now I'm wondering, when someday I have kids, I want to give one of those names to my kids. Maybe Vela, Ara, Trianna, or Cygna (from constellation Cygnus). hehehe.... :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can browse more constellation names if you want, try to find it at &lt;a href="http://www.google.co.id/search?rlz=1C1CHJS_enID419ID421&amp;amp;sourceid=chrome&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;q=star+constellation#sclient=psy-ab&amp;amp;hl=id&amp;amp;rlz=1C1CHJS_enID419ID421&amp;amp;source=hp&amp;amp;q=greek+mythology+star+constellation&amp;amp;oq=greek+mythology+star+constellation&amp;amp;aq=f&amp;amp;aqi=&amp;amp;aql=&amp;amp;gs_sm=e&amp;amp;gs_upl=22669366l22673002l0l22675343l16l11l0l0l0l9l4560l34784l9-9l9l0&amp;amp;bav=on.2,or.r_gc.r_pw.&amp;amp;fp=96e9fd7ba6289952&amp;amp;biw=1366&amp;amp;bih=631"&gt;Google&lt;/a&gt;. Maybe you can find some other beautiful names with beautiful meaning to share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adios! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3541602908964956021-1079206392737286039?l=pomphoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1079206392737286039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/2011/09/star-constellations.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541602908964956021/posts/default/1079206392737286039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541602908964956021/posts/default/1079206392737286039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/2011/09/star-constellations.html' title='Star constellations'/><author><name>Ratri Anggardani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00421625513395495643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fb1yaeF0BR0/Tw3eGDhVWqI/AAAAAAAAASc/wvRpDqflUlo/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3541602908964956021.post-7922368983697234565</id><published>2011-09-17T15:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T18:14:28.803+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>kamu...datang...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f4ee; color: #666666; font-family: Palatino, Georgia, Baskerville, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aroma tanah yang basah,&lt;br /&gt;semerbak wangi mengisi sudut rongga kosong&lt;br /&gt;hujan…&lt;br /&gt;kamu datang.&lt;br /&gt;kosong takkan sempurna&lt;br /&gt;hujan…&lt;br /&gt;selamat datang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bandung - saat hujan sore hari&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3541602908964956021-7922368983697234565?l=pomphoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/feeds/7922368983697234565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/2011/09/kamudatang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541602908964956021/posts/default/7922368983697234565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541602908964956021/posts/default/7922368983697234565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/2011/09/kamudatang.html' title='kamu...datang...'/><author><name>Ratri Anggardani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00421625513395495643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fb1yaeF0BR0/Tw3eGDhVWqI/AAAAAAAAASc/wvRpDqflUlo/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Bandung, Indonesia</georss:featurename><georss:point>-6.9147444 107.6098111</georss:point><georss:box>-6.9147444 107.6098111 -6.9147444 107.6098111</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3541602908964956021.post-8664928585856235563</id><published>2011-09-16T13:02:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T01:24:18.344+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Review : Perahu Kertas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DG3HjmJonN4/TkOgsk3uxiI/AAAAAAAAAD8/kuN3l3aX7B4/s1600/perahu+kertas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DG3HjmJonN4/TkOgsk3uxiI/AAAAAAAAAD8/kuN3l3aX7B4/s200/perahu+kertas.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one of my favorite books by Dee. I love her way set the plot, although it's kinda cliche for a role like Kugy as a fun, ignorant, dreamer girl and just do whatever she wants, get the most handsome almost perfect guy like Keenan. And don't forget about Ojos! Oh, I just find it like an FTV. But yeah, I admit it, a confident and independent person is waaaay more attractive than the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this book is actually talk about Kugy : a dreamer, active, ingorant girl, and Keenan : a painter and sculptor, handsome, perfect guy. Thanks to Eko, Kugy's best friend's boyfriend, which is also Keenan's cousin, they met and knew each other, then became great friends since then.&lt;br /&gt;Kugy's already had a boyfriend since high school, Ojos, before she met Keenan. They're good until Kugy started being busied with her social agenda in Sakola Alit and Ojos started questioning Kugy's feeling for him. Then Wanda,&amp;nbsp;Noni's cousin,&amp;nbsp;came into the circle. Noni and Eko, didn't realize Kugy's feeling for Keenan, had a plan to match them up. Kugy couldn't tell Noni about her feeling and started to pull herself out of Keenan's circle, including Noni and Eko. There're misunderstandings and conflicts everywhere without being solved until they graduated and walked different paths. Kugy has her life in an advertisement company of this handsome, adorable guy (another handsome guy fall for her. AGAIN!), a friend of her brother. And Keenan was studying carving in Bali, when he met a Balinese girl who able to capture his heart after Kugy left. But how far Kugy and Keenan apart, destiny will talk in the end. They meet, and here's the final conflict, would they walk their life separately forever, or they should go back together when the time is almost too late to be flipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although this novel is pretty much different from other Dee's novel that tend to be heavier in content, but the way she sets the plot was awesome. I can't stop reading it, like I'm craving for more and more. Also, she puts so many quotes I like such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Kadang-kadang langit bisa kelihatan seperti lembar hitam yang kosong. Padahal sebenarnya tidak. Bintang kamu tetap ada di sana. Bumi hanya sedang berputar."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Hati tak pernah memilih. Ia selalu tahu kemana harus berlabuh"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This novel can take me up and down with it. Laugh and cry. I can't say no more. It's another masterpiece of Dee. Well done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3541602908964956021-8664928585856235563?l=pomphoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/feeds/8664928585856235563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/2011/09/review-perahu-kertas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541602908964956021/posts/default/8664928585856235563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541602908964956021/posts/default/8664928585856235563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/2011/09/review-perahu-kertas.html' title='Review : Perahu Kertas'/><author><name>Ratri Anggardani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00421625513395495643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fb1yaeF0BR0/Tw3eGDhVWqI/AAAAAAAAASc/wvRpDqflUlo/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DG3HjmJonN4/TkOgsk3uxiI/AAAAAAAAAD8/kuN3l3aX7B4/s72-c/perahu+kertas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3541602908964956021.post-8644552098883585224</id><published>2011-09-02T22:33:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T01:23:44.631+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Review : "Galaksi Kinanthi: Sekali mencintai sudah itu mati?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&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://photo.goodreads.com/books/1238167273l/6363600.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1238167273l/6363600.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Okay, this is the book I’ve just read. I found this book on&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/6363600-galaksi-kinanthi"&gt;Goodreads&lt;/a&gt; on my book-walking. Those days were the days I missed reading anovel or book –fyi, I didn’t read novels for a very long time– and I think Iwas pretty excited to choose what books should I buy, that really fill mytaste. After some times spending on this book-walking, I found this Indonesiannovel by Tasaro titled “Galaksi Kinanthi” (in English “Kinanthi’s Galaxy”) sointeresting. It’s included in Indonesian’s Best Book category by Goodreads. Andwhen I read its official review also its readers, I got this “must-bought”feeling. I was captured by its tag line: “Sekali mencintai sudah itu mati?” (english:“Love once then die?”). From its review, I know that it’s a romance novel.Moreover, there’s a review that wrote: “It’s about a 20 years love unsaidlove”, and I directly think, “How can be, a love still exist for 20 yearswithout any confession?” Then two days later, I was planning to look for it inPalasari, a book market in Bandung that usually have a cheaper price than theones in big book store, and I got it for Rp 42.000,00 (USD 5) when usually it’s soldfor Rp 60.000,00 (USD 7) in the store. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I didn’t read it directly after I arrived at my boarding house. I was planning to read it when I’m home in Magelang. I was planning oncoming home few days later back then. So when I finally came home, I read it.First chapter, I was welcomed with some poetic lines that maybe a little bit“heavy” for someone who doesn’t really love literature, and I was like, “Did Ibuy the wrong novel?”. Then after I finished the first chapter and moved onto next chapters, I was so drowned into the story. Maybe it’s because the culturebackground as Javanese that connects us and some places that I'm familiar with, sothat I can picture some plots clearly in my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, the main story of this book is about romance, a lovestory that lasts for 20 years without any confession becausethey were parted by some situations. But the side stories of it vary from human trafficking, slaving, lifestyle, even religion (in this book is Islam).The main characters in this book are Kinanthi and Ajuj. They were childhood friendsuntil someday Kinanthi was “traded” by her parents with 50 kg of rice becauseof their economic condition. Kinanthi was sold one to another “agencies” fromBandung to Jakarta, then Egypt, Cairo, Kuwait, and finally brought to America.She was having really hard times then finally she got her freedom in Americaand became an American. She succeeded as a doctor and writer, then she decidedto write a novel more or less about her love story with Ajuj. And the main conflictsbegan there, when she had to go back to Indonesia after almost 20 years andmake a “release” of her feeling. There’s also a triangle love conflict between Kinanthi, Ajuj, and Zhaxi –Kinanthi’s editor who’s been beside her for a long time-. Andwhat I can tell is, the ending is very unpredictable till the last page! Literary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;What I love from this novel is there are so many lines thatreally inspiring and getting right through the heart. Ngejleb pisan lah (&amp;gt;0&amp;lt;). Ialso love its theme: Galaxy, about stars which I love much. Here are some linesthat I love:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Sementara,pada jeda yang engkau buat bisu, sewaktu langit meriah oleh benda-benda yangberpijar, ketika lagu menyeretmu ke masa lalu, wajahnya memenuhi setiapsudutmu.” &lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;-Virgo.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Lihatsaja nanti. Hidup ini akan berjalan terus atau berhenti mati.”&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;-Vulpecula.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Mencintaiseorang bajingan akan membuat hidup anda menjadi lebih mudah. Sehebat apapunperasaan anda kepadanya, pikiran rasional anda akan mengatakan, ‘Sudahlah, diahanya sampah. Kau akan menemukan orang baru yang jauh lebih bermutu.’ Sesulitapapun, anda akan bisa melepaskan dia.” &lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;-Vela&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Those are just some of my favorite quotes, and there are so manymore! You just need to read it for yourself. And there’s my other favoritething about this book, each chapter was named by the star constellation. IJUST LOVE THE STARS!! I’m sorry I’m kinda subjective here, but who cares, it’smy blog anyway. =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;But still there are some things I don’t really like, thestory line was just too unfocused. I hardly said it was a romance novel, most ofmiddle chapters were talking about Kinanthi’s life-struggling for almost 20years after parted with Ajuj without any interaction or story about their love.And one more, sometimes it gives some long lines explanation about something inthe middle of a story, that for me, kind of disturbing the line. Okay, Igot much new knowledge from this book, from those explanation line, but stillsometimes it’s just not on the right place to explain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Overall, I love the concept and story line. Even though ittalks about Islam, for real, it only tells from a culture-effect point of viewlike in sociology, not fundamental and dictator. So from my point of view, it’sokay for a non-Moslem to read it, you will feel like reading a culture literature,not a religious one. Moreover, it gives me more information about somethings I don’t really know before. I would give 4 stars out of 5 for it,especially when I know that this book was inspired by a true story. It’s a mustread book if you love unordinary romance novel just like me. Just try it foryourself and enjoy reading folks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Adios! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3541602908964956021-8644552098883585224?l=pomphoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/feeds/8644552098883585224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/2011/09/review-galaksi-kinanthi-sekali.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541602908964956021/posts/default/8644552098883585224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541602908964956021/posts/default/8644552098883585224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/2011/09/review-galaksi-kinanthi-sekali.html' title='Review : &quot;Galaksi Kinanthi: Sekali mencintai sudah itu mati?&quot;'/><author><name>Ratri Anggardani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00421625513395495643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fb1yaeF0BR0/Tw3eGDhVWqI/AAAAAAAAASc/wvRpDqflUlo/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3541602908964956021.post-8060061009879164006</id><published>2011-07-28T22:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T12:06:57.024+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hobbies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Polaroid!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/mh64lkvmQfo/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mh64lkvmQfo&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mh64lkvmQfo&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this CF (Korean term for commercial) is soooooo sweeet... I also want to do that someday. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;-well, I mean, I want to make an incredible room or something like that with my polaroid's photos. It doesn't have to be done for someone right? I'll do it for my self. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an instax camera also, but different type with one's in that CF. I am trying to complete it with some accessories such as album to put my photos, mirror lens so that I can take a self-camera without missing any part, and a case to put my camera. Gosh, I don't even have a case yet! So wherever I bring my camera along, I have to use it's bubble-puffed-plastic (the thing used to wrap some electronics before put it in the box. I don't know what it's called. Just called it so then) before I put it in my bag. How pity... :(&lt;br /&gt;Well, as you know, I'm still a college student, which means I need to be considerate to spend my money. I was very reckless when I decided to buy an instax polaroid camera. I almost end up borrowing some big amount of money (as a college student standard) to buy it and also to survive till the end of month, waiting for my dad sends me my monthly pocket money. But fortunately, I can have a lower price for the camera, though it's not much, and so then I can control my expenses that month. Thanks God!. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, since I have it, I'll start to expand it more, to be a greater and amazing production. I'll need to save more money if I want to buy those accessories I want. Oooooohhh..... I can't wait to have them. &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one of my instax photos. I took a picture with my instax, and took a picture of it with my cellphone camera, then I did some touch-ups. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vQMXae8sY9E/TjF71MfuJ6I/AAAAAAAAADw/JxxLMPDOLpQ/s1600/love+sands.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vQMXae8sY9E/TjF71MfuJ6I/AAAAAAAAADw/JxxLMPDOLpQ/s320/love+sands.jpg" width="236" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;taken at Pangandaran beach&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;and more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q7hsezMTPuo/TnLaI-zMDjI/AAAAAAAAAEA/j28GaqR7LCg/s1600/DSCN4263.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q7hsezMTPuo/TnLaI-zMDjI/AAAAAAAAAEA/j28GaqR7LCg/s320/DSCN4263.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3541602908964956021-8060061009879164006?l=pomphoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/feeds/8060061009879164006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/2011/07/polaroid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541602908964956021/posts/default/8060061009879164006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541602908964956021/posts/default/8060061009879164006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/2011/07/polaroid.html' title='Polaroid!'/><author><name>Ratri Anggardani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00421625513395495643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fb1yaeF0BR0/Tw3eGDhVWqI/AAAAAAAAASc/wvRpDqflUlo/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vQMXae8sY9E/TjF71MfuJ6I/AAAAAAAAADw/JxxLMPDOLpQ/s72-c/love+sands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3541602908964956021.post-2306525132326425180</id><published>2011-07-28T00:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T15:10:35.249+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>For No One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/J6iAykoKLog/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J6iAykoKLog&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J6iAykoKLog&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FOR NO ONE - The Beatles&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;The day breaks, your mind aches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;You find that all her words of kindness linger on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;When she no longer needs you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;She wakes up, she makes up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;She takes her time and doesn't feel she has to hurry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;She no longer needs you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;And in her eyes &lt;b&gt;you see nothing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;No sign of love behind her tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Cried for no one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;A love that should have lasted years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;You want her, you need her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;And yet you don't believe her when she says her love is dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You think she needs you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;And in her eyes you see nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;No sign of love behind the tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Cried for no one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;A love that should have lasted years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;You stay home, she goes out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;She says that long ago she knew someone but now he's gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;She doesn't need him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Your day breaks, your mind aches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;There will be times when all the things she said will fill your head&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You won't forget her&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;And in her eyes you see nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;No sign of love behind her tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;Cried for no one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;A love that should have lasted years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;credits :&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/for-no-one-lyrics-the-beatles/5fd520de2f007e1248256bc20013b3b2"&gt;sing365.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"..bahwa ini jalannya, cinta yang tak lagi sama..." - Peluk by Dee feat Aqi&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3541602908964956021-2306525132326425180?l=pomphoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/feeds/2306525132326425180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/2011/07/for-no-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541602908964956021/posts/default/2306525132326425180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541602908964956021/posts/default/2306525132326425180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/2011/07/for-no-one.html' title='For No One'/><author><name>Ratri Anggardani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00421625513395495643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fb1yaeF0BR0/Tw3eGDhVWqI/AAAAAAAAASc/wvRpDqflUlo/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3541602908964956021.post-451275987037979160</id><published>2011-07-25T13:27:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T18:20:28.325+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scattered memories'/><title type='text'>My fate : Pompo</title><content type='html'>Some people have been wondering, "Who's Pompo? What is this creature? And what makes it very special so I like to use it as my alias, even for my blog?" Well, I'm going to have some explanation about this.&lt;br /&gt;Pompo is an amazing cute doll I have. Imagine an almost-round-blue ball with two broad ears, a trunk, and four small-and-short legs. It's a BALL like! Which make it way mooore cuter. It has these baby-like eyes -you know what I mean : round, big, and have that innocent look- ADORABLE. And also, it had a very thick string with a star-shaped something in the end of it as its tail. But now it doesn't have its tail anymore, because of me... :( &amp;nbsp;-more on that later- &amp;nbsp;Too bad I don't have Pompo's picture in my laptop so I can't show you how its looks like. But I found this cute-blue-elephant doll in the internet pretty similar with Pompo. I've edited it here and there so it became more "Pompo". And this is what I'm talking about :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j4iGZ2Xz5kA/Tiz0YNEEZUI/AAAAAAAAADI/X2XvR2WYUw8/s1600/asli+pompo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j4iGZ2Xz5kA/Tiz0YNEEZUI/AAAAAAAAADI/X2XvR2WYUw8/s320/asli+pompo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;fake-edited-pompo version&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;That's pretty much like my Pompo, but with shorter trunk and no thick eyebrows. You can picture it now right? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I have some animal dolls at home: elephant, dog, cow, lion, and bear. I only have one doll for each kind, so it's a fair-play based on the amount. I didn't like elephant that much also. So what makes it special? It's not because I got it as a present from someone special. No. It is special because I got it by myself indeed. It's the only doll I have, that came real from my own money that I'd been collecting from part of my daily pocket money.&lt;br /&gt;It was&amp;nbsp;-if I'm not mistaken-&amp;nbsp;around&amp;nbsp;my third year of junior high school. At that time, I could say I didn't have any doll anymore. All my old dolls when I was a kid, either had been broken and became a garbage or being given to my younger sister or cousin. That's why, as a normal girl, I really wanted to have at least one cute doll to accompany me when I slept. When my money had been enough to buy a doll, I and a friend, went to a department store near my school, bought some stationary needed and of course did look for some cute doll. And I found this round-ball-like-COW, just like Pompo but in the form of cow. Pretty much like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9-i002jKvp8/Ti0LcZfb_LI/AAAAAAAAADQ/j8aRsQX4HkU/s1600/calon+sapi+pompo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="227" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9-i002jKvp8/Ti0LcZfb_LI/AAAAAAAAADQ/j8aRsQX4HkU/s320/calon+sapi+pompo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;cow-doll&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;but with more round body, just like Pompo. It's really hard to find a picture similar to my late-crush-cow doll.&amp;nbsp;I'll just let you picture it in your mind for a moment. Got it? Now, I'll continue..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like a love at first sight, I just know I want to buy it that really time. I even didn't notice that there's "my-future-pompo" laying beside it. Moreover, when I looked at its price, it's written Rp 26.000,00 (for about $ 3 at current currency. What a cheap price for a doll!). It mean I could buy it with my saving. I was so glad. But unfortunately, I realized I didn't bring my collected money at that time. So I decided to go home and come back tomorrow to buy the cow doll. I was so excited that night. And when finally I went back to that department store, still with my friend, I couldn't find the cow anywhere. I was like I was going to cry but can't. I felt so disappointed, but since I've brought my money with me, I decided to find another doll to buy. Then I found "my-future-pompo", that pretty similar with the cow. So I bought it, finally. Fate takes me here with Pompo. :D&lt;br /&gt;At home, I tried to find a name for my new-elephant doll. I didn't find a name that match him, when suddenly I remembered a diaper commercial that using an animated blue elephant as its brand mark. There's a song along that commercial sounded like -if I'm not mistakenly heard- "&lt;i&gt;Selamat pagi...Pompo di sini.&lt;/i&gt;" And right at that time I decided to call my blue-elephant as Pompo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And about the tail incident, there's Pompo laying on my bed that night and I sat beside it, almost sat on it actually. I sat there and wanted to hug Pompo while I'm lost in my thought. So I grabbed Pompo then suddenly I heard this damped "&lt;b&gt;THACK!!&lt;/b&gt;" sound. I didn't realize it until I hug Pompo on my lap and found that Pompo didn't have tail! I panicked and search it near my seat and under, and finally found its tail under my butt. I've accidentally separated it's body with it's tail! I quickly looking for a needle and thread to do a unification surgery to Pompo's butt and tail. The surgery went well and the tail successfully stuck again inside Pompo's butt. It was fine, until some days after, the tail detached again. I did the surgery again, stuck it again. But it detached again. Guess it couldn't be helped, Pompo became "tailless" since. But I found it really unique and cute. hehe... I love it anyway, what more can I do? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, you finally know about me and Pompo, and why I really love him much. I'm sure you also have some things that you really love and cherished right? Maybe you could tell me about it. :)&lt;br /&gt;Adios. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3541602908964956021-451275987037979160?l=pomphoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/feeds/451275987037979160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-fate-pompo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541602908964956021/posts/default/451275987037979160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541602908964956021/posts/default/451275987037979160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-fate-pompo.html' title='My fate : Pompo'/><author><name>Ratri Anggardani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00421625513395495643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fb1yaeF0BR0/Tw3eGDhVWqI/AAAAAAAAASc/wvRpDqflUlo/s220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j4iGZ2Xz5kA/Tiz0YNEEZUI/AAAAAAAAADI/X2XvR2WYUw8/s72-c/asli+pompo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3541602908964956021.post-3602013808595620804</id><published>2011-07-22T23:01:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T15:09:04.959+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hobbies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activities'/><title type='text'>First!</title><content type='html'>Yeah, this is my first post and I don't know what to write about. So, I'll just talk about my current activities and my life recently.&lt;br /&gt;Well, since I'm a (past) fourth year college student, It's an absolute thing that my main activity is my final project and everything about it : find the lecturers to get their signature, consult my progress to them, and many more involving final project. I've been taking it since almost six (absolutely more) month ago, and I feel that I haven't move even an inch! While my friends, most of them, have achieved their master degree. Just like one of my very best friends, Tuti, finally achieved it this afternoon, after a very long and much hardship. Congratulation sist! Always know that you can make it. :)&lt;br /&gt;And somehow, after hearing that she got an A on her final project, I felt like I was gonna cry. It's a mixed feelings, between happy, proud, thankful, but also desperation. I was thinking, "She can do it! She did everything she could, she put a very great effort, and now she get what she deserve. And look at me. What have I done? Maybe it can be counted as nothing. I'm still here in the same spot where she started to give her all." It's like a hard slap on my face. Well, at least I realize it more, what we get will be as much as what we give. Good luck for me, my final project, and for everything!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just one of my current activities. My other activity is learning how to play guitar. Oh yeah! Finally, I get a chance to learn guitar intensively. I started learning guitar since 3 weeks ago, and I'm playing simple songs like Mimpi Yang Sempurna by Peterpan, Zombie by The Cranberries, Nobody's Home by Avril Lavigne pretty well. *happyface* Well, I don't know if it's a lame or a great progress considering my three weeks learning. I don't care though. It really nice being able to play some musical instrument, I can express more. Actually, the most dreamed instrument I wanna able to play is drum. But, unfortunately, it'll spend a lot of money, just to learn to play it, and eventually play (and have) it whenever I want. Maybe someday I will able to learn it. Who knows? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About my other activities, I don't know how to say it, it's just kind of hobbies I think. I'm collecting and watching movies, dramas, and shows in my room. You may think that I'm kinda freak and autism, but yeah that's the reality. See, I'm doing my final project in my room, since I'm in Informatics Engineering major where my project is about making some application that is done in my beloved PC! So, most of my daily life would be spent in my room ONLY. Hard to admit it, but it's true. Well, seems like I have to socialize more with real people DIRECTLY, not just typing some messages or greetings on some social network. I need to go out there, and having fun with my friend! And I've just remembered, I have this plan to karaoke next week with my friends. Great!! Can't wait till next week. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have enough for my first post in my brand new blog. It's kinda pretty long for the first post, huh? Hope you enjoy reading it, and let's see what will happen next time. :D&lt;br /&gt;Adios ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3541602908964956021-3602013808595620804?l=pomphoria.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/feeds/3602013808595620804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/2011/07/first.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541602908964956021/posts/default/3602013808595620804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3541602908964956021/posts/default/3602013808595620804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pomphoria.blogspot.com/2011/07/first.html' title='First!'/><author><name>Ratri Anggardani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00421625513395495643</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fb1yaeF0BR0/Tw3eGDhVWqI/AAAAAAAAASc/wvRpDqflUlo/s220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
