<?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-11097767</id><updated>2012-01-20T20:07:52.432+01:00</updated><category term='home'/><category term='just for fun'/><category term='travel'/><category term='songs'/><category term='foodism'/><category term='spiritual'/><category term='movies'/><category term='books'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='family'/><category term='whats going on'/><category term='milestones'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='friendships'/><category term='indonesia'/><category term='love'/><category term='work'/><title type='text'>note to self</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>176</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-3737782216298449643</id><published>2012-01-15T16:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T16:35:48.428+01:00</updated><title type='text'>NYE, friend's visit, resolution and all that comes after..</title><content type='html'>2012 has officially dawned upon us. has been for 15 days to be exact, but&amp;nbsp;i have finally now got the chance to give my 2 cents on this.&lt;br /&gt;NYE was cool, we had Juan visiting us, 3 of us counting down the new year in Utrecht, making toast with a bottle of water and a bag of fries among fireworks "war" downtown. really, it's not as lame you might think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to look back, look&amp;nbsp;down on the ground where i stand now, and to peek a little to what may&amp;nbsp;come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;year 2011, was truly an amazing year, in short, everything that 2010 had owed&amp;nbsp;us, has been fully repaid&amp;nbsp;and with great interest too :).. we closed the year,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;loaded with&amp;nbsp;gratitude. thankful for being able to claim&amp;nbsp;this lovely little flat as our own,&amp;nbsp;huge step for both of us,&amp;nbsp;thankful for rio's (well-deserved) promotion,&amp;nbsp;super grateful for my first and second job in 2011, for meeting and getting to know awesome people along the way, for all the little magical events we experienced throughout the year (e.g summer holiday in Indo, COLDPLAY's&amp;nbsp;awesome gig last December), for friends that sticking around, for unexpected helping hands from strangers (it's true what they say that strangers are just&amp;nbsp;friends waiting to happen), and last but not least for the health and happiness of all&amp;nbsp;the people that we care and love wholeheartedly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as 2012, come what may, i started this year on a clean slate, the universe and i have no debt, all dues settled. i am still learning to accept, make the best out of every given situations. My new year's resolution is to learn how to bake and decorate mini cupcakes!! and also to try as hard as possible to not judge or talk about other people in negative way (will power,will power)&amp;nbsp;other than than that&amp;nbsp;my biggest wish for this year is&amp;nbsp;to give my bros and my future in law trip of their life when they're here next May...i know we owe them much more than this, but for now, this is&amp;nbsp;what we can do. And May 11th, may it&amp;nbsp;be THE DAY...when two loving souls be united before God and the constitution of law, may it be a&amp;nbsp;date which we will celebrate for as long as we both shall live..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out,&lt;br /&gt;pita&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-3737782216298449643?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/3737782216298449643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=3737782216298449643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/3737782216298449643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/3737782216298449643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2012/01/nye-friends-visit-resolution-and-all.html' title='NYE, friend&apos;s visit, resolution and all that comes after..'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-4541650316331335821</id><published>2011-12-21T21:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T21:21:23.268+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i miss you blog&lt;br /&gt;i promise i'll write somethin before this year ends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont hold your breath though&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-4541650316331335821?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/4541650316331335821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=4541650316331335821&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/4541650316331335821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/4541650316331335821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-miss-you-blog-i-promise-ill-write.html' title=''/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-5287921068350916900</id><published>2011-11-23T13:12:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T13:15:24.361+01:00</updated><title type='text'>unconditional love or purely loveless??</title><content type='html'>One evening, a couple sitting on&amp;nbsp;a couch watching TV in their posh living room…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife: Would you be heading the door if I told you this one thing?&lt;br /&gt;Husband: What?&lt;br /&gt;Wife: I killed your fish pet and put it in last night’s dinner soup.&lt;br /&gt;Husband: I hated that&amp;nbsp;fish anyway, but would you be if I told you this one thing?&lt;br /&gt;Wife: What?&lt;br /&gt;Husband: I’ve been having an affair with my secretary for the past 7 years, and now we’re raising a 3-year-old&lt;br /&gt;Wife: I always hated kids; glad you’re having one with someone else. Guess we’re even now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first 100-words attempt! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-5287921068350916900?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/5287921068350916900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=5287921068350916900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/5287921068350916900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/5287921068350916900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2011/11/unconditional-love-or-purely-loveless.html' title='unconditional love or purely loveless??'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-7196155115718786696</id><published>2011-11-16T13:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T13:17:39.320+01:00</updated><title type='text'>interviews</title><content type='html'>It’s pretty interesting that now for the first time I get to be a bit involved in a recruitment process. I’ve always been on the other side of the table, being interviewed, being the one who has to answer questions. Never knowing that when the table is reversed, being a recruiter/interviewer turned out not to be a breeze either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my colleague asked for my opinion on one of my replacement candidates’ CV, to be honest, I‘m not sure where and what to look, first things that popped in my head were, “this CV looks different, 1 page only and no personal details!” , “he’s a Canadian, his working experiences were all either in Canada or US, why would he be in Holland” …………clueless where to start! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came to me now that interviewers are only human, just like you and me, no reason to be afraid of, they too can make mistakes, can ask silly questions and be unsure… their questions are prepared as well, just like we prepare our answers… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note&amp;nbsp;#2: &amp;nbsp;pretend that interviews are like getting to know your future colleagues, be serious but not tensed, be cool but not too cool, crack jokes, don’t be the joke … and just like any conversations (or relationships), you can’t fake chemistry, it’s there or it’s not. Don’t attempt to feel something when you don’t. When it’s not there, then it’s probably for the best, you don’t wanna share your 40 hours a week with some people whom you can’t really get. But when it’s there, big chance of going to the second round or getting an offer!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-7196155115718786696?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/7196155115718786696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=7196155115718786696&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/7196155115718786696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/7196155115718786696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2011/11/interviews.html' title='interviews'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-3056715232316408920</id><published>2011-11-15T12:10:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T11:50:10.670+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Barcelona</title><content type='html'>Note # 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- a blog is a place to share,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2aJIyZUDjUc/TtS4UvCQLbI/AAAAAAAAAOE/oE33Ja1HWl8/s1600/192.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2aJIyZUDjUc/TtS4UvCQLbI/AAAAAAAAAOE/oE33Ja1HWl8/s320/192.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you before that my boyfriend and I went to Barcel last&amp;nbsp;October right? Well, it was my boyfriend’s first visit and as for me it’s my second. I always told everyone that out of ‘all’ places I’ve been, this city is on top of the worth-going-back-to list. Maybe it’s partially because when I was there the first time, I had such a blast with my mates (Ruth, Sasa, Pipit, Mami and Cecil), in a way, going back is reliving those good memories I had. Anyway, here are few notes I made which I’d like to share with you all… *PS: obviously not tips from a local, this is just some random traveler observations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- locals don’t wear shorts in the city during the day (eventhough it’s 30 degree outside and the sky is super clear!), but in the evening, they do wear shorts and walk around in flip flops… they look much relaxed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- spanish/barcelonian (is this how they are called?) girls have beautiful thick wavy hair… it almost looks like that everyone is doing hair product commercial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- when visiting the famous cathedral sagrada familia, have a little picnic on the small neighborhood park behind it. It’s pretty amazing what kind of contrast you’ll see, few hundred meters away from tourist flock, there are some senior male citizen racking their brains to play old fashioned games, not caring (or just stopped caring) what people from around the world are coming to see. Plus I personally find, the best view of Sagrada Familia is from this park, across the little man-made lake, under the trees… Some objects are just meant to be seen in distance&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/-yLeodvnBJGc/TtS222FLMNI/AAAAAAAAANs/hrJXDe9PEUY/s1600/305.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yLeodvnBJGc/TtS222FLMNI/AAAAAAAAANs/hrJXDe9PEUY/s320/305.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;see how serious they all looked?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5JBIRSeA9fg/TtS3X8n7VLI/AAAAAAAAAN0/rfwKsJk_Vak/s1600/311.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5JBIRSeA9fg/TtS3X8n7VLI/AAAAAAAAAN0/rfwKsJk_Vak/s320/311.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;the pin game&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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/-7AOmsZTpVV8/TtS3s50IUaI/AAAAAAAAAN8/I7MLrxyVSJc/s1600/322.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7AOmsZTpVV8/TtS3s50IUaI/AAAAAAAAAN8/I7MLrxyVSJc/s320/322.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;sagrada familia, accross the lake view&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- o yea, when you go to parc guell, you’ll find many souvenir vendors and they are actually against the law, so when we were there, there was a raid and these vendors are so well-trained (or just experienced) at getting away or hiding their stash. Once a raid is called, they’ll run scattered and throw their stash into the bushes, and walk off calmly and mingle with the crowd pretending they’re just there like everyone else, there to gaze at Gaudi’s masterpiece… It’s sad and amusing at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 'bikini' is how they call ham-cheese toasted sandwich!!&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_Iim3K_mas/TtSzG7lgVvI/AAAAAAAAAM8/g-3Zk-Q5c9A/s1600/267.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T_Iim3K_mas/TtSzG7lgVvI/AAAAAAAAAM8/g-3Zk-Q5c9A/s320/267.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;breakfast = bikini y cafe con leche!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- they say ‘vale’ a whole lot… it can mean anything! You’ll understand what I mean when you’re there, vale?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- it’ll come handy for people with glasses [like me] to bring wipe, when visiting the magic fountain because the water splashes all over&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/-iC0SKu-4vnA/TtSzfxbU-iI/AAAAAAAAANE/dtZDr1pSjGU/s1600/416.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iC0SKu-4vnA/TtSzfxbU-iI/AAAAAAAAANE/dtZDr1pSjGU/s320/416.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- even though everyone’s been telling me how dangerous Barcelona is [esp. pickpockets] but it’s just like in any big cities in the world, as long as you’re careful and well blended-in, there’s no need to be paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;Onetime, in a shop, after trying on some clothes, I left my bag (with every valuable I have in it) on the floor! , a young shop keeper lady, chased me down and returned it to me and warned me to be careful next time. Stay cautious but don’t lose hope on humanity ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- weather made culture, blessed with sunshine, you are going to need siesta, to sit outside with your family and friends, enjoy olives and cava, talk for hours about sweet nothing, you would be friendly and smile a lot, you would have time on the evening to practice building human pyramid with your neighbors…but as there are always two sides of a coin, this blessing also tends to make people slacking up, feeling unchallenged, same thing day in day out, taking things for granted…&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2TukrPtGAkM/TtSz654CpWI/AAAAAAAAANM/V2tiBG-loFc/s1600/095.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2TukrPtGAkM/TtSz654CpWI/AAAAAAAAANM/V2tiBG-loFc/s320/095.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;afternoon delight, chilling out, enjoying cava and tapas&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;nbsp;a whole Iberico jamon smells bad! But you’ll soon forget it once a slice melts on your tongue..&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/-N-Fe2o4Zjwc/TtS0ks9WH1I/AAAAAAAAANc/5gZ66jFLHKg/s1600/249.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N-Fe2o4Zjwc/TtS0ks9WH1I/AAAAAAAAANc/5gZ66jFLHKg/s320/249.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;pick your pick,, hanging whole iberico jamons are to be seen anywhere in Barcelona&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RPe6GkN6V2k/TtS0UiEaqSI/AAAAAAAAANU/xNL59Zei1_g/s1600/119.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RPe6GkN6V2k/TtS0UiEaqSI/AAAAAAAAANU/xNL59Zei1_g/s320/119.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;iberico jamon served as tapas...yuuuum&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the huge olives are really.. really good, juicy and tasty, Rio could not get enough of those, I also find them the best olives I’ve ever had&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CNX-N5Rmq2E/TtS1540DUQI/AAAAAAAAANk/XQDrJWtRYGY/s1600/388.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CNX-N5Rmq2E/TtS1540DUQI/AAAAAAAAANk/XQDrJWtRYGY/s320/388.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;si! si! mi encanta..&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got some other notes about Barcelona you want to add? Just comment below!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-3056715232316408920?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/3056715232316408920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=3056715232316408920&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/3056715232316408920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/3056715232316408920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2011/11/barcelona.html' title='Barcelona'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2aJIyZUDjUc/TtS4UvCQLbI/AAAAAAAAAOE/oE33Ja1HWl8/s72-c/192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-4263255820425239383</id><published>2011-11-14T16:24:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T16:25:42.797+01:00</updated><title type='text'>break free</title><content type='html'>no ideas for writing&lt;br /&gt;anything that comes out of my mind, either sounding unoriginal or extremely lame&lt;br /&gt;but I want to write so bad that it hurts my head&lt;br /&gt;has this ever happened to you?&lt;br /&gt;feeling the urge, but no clue what and where to start&lt;br /&gt;i remember this used to be easier, not by much, but just easier&lt;br /&gt;and I used to be happy just writing whatever&lt;br /&gt;but now, ‘whatever’ won’t do&lt;br /&gt;i care too much&lt;br /&gt;whilst the first rule of learning to write is to let your self lose it, &lt;br /&gt;to let go of that ‘whatever’,&lt;br /&gt;not having to be afraid that it’s going to look or sound plain&lt;br /&gt;or obscure&lt;br /&gt;why do I care &lt;br /&gt;i write for my own contentment, don’t I? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carefree writing &lt;br /&gt;I want to feel that again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and and my whatever writing against the world :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wott!! woot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-4263255820425239383?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/4263255820425239383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=4263255820425239383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/4263255820425239383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/4263255820425239383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2011/11/14-11-note.html' title='break free'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-952879363057437062</id><published>2011-11-11T16:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T16:45:34.133+01:00</updated><title type='text'>here goes my update dear</title><content type='html'>When I created this blog, I never wanted it to be a place to dump the minutes of my days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But apparently I’ve been using it for this purpose lately, so what the heck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The headliners of my life in the past 3-5 months:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Rio and I found this pretty little apartment in Utrecht and we decided to get a mortgage and WE GOT IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- We are moving in at Dec 1st &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 4 days and 4 nights of Barcelona last October, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I resigned from my current job as an analyst &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Starting Dec 5th I will be working in one of the largest business travel agencies in the world, doing something that I would love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Details would (probably) follow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-952879363057437062?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/952879363057437062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=952879363057437062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/952879363057437062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/952879363057437062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2011/11/here-goes-my-update-dear.html' title='here goes my update dear'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-7107474757566200938</id><published>2011-09-13T09:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T09:37:23.209+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I should be ashamed!</title><content type='html'>Aku menulis ini,dengan hp, di stasiun Geldermalsen, dengan perasaan yang cukup kesal, gara gara kereta telat dan aku ketinggalan bis, jadi aku mesti nunggu disini sampai 30 menit ke depan.&lt;br /&gt;Aku tahu aku seharusnya tak boleh mengeluh, banyak orang yang berjuang untuk mendapat kerjaan, apapun itu.... Aku disini mengeluh karena tiap hari perjalanan ke kantor ku tiap pagi memakan waktu satu setengah jam, karena tiap hari aku harus bangun paling pagi dan tidur paling dini... Aku merasa paling tidak beruntung dibandingkan dengan teman-teman yang tinggal serumah dengan aku sekarang...&lt;br /&gt;Bayangkan?kok ada ya manusia seperti aku?yang bisanya hanya melihat keatas..dan susah untuk bersyukur,,,yang seolah tidak tahu bahwa banyak orang orang yang jauh lebih kompeten dari aku, would kill for my job...bahwa di jakarta sana, orang terjebak macet 3 jam sekali jalan itu biasa...bahwa banyak orang bahkan tak mengenal jatah libur pertahun, apalagi 31 hari kerja jatah libur per tahun!... bahwa aku sungguh beruntung karena hak pekerjaku amat sangat dilindungi disini, perusahaanku akan sangat susah untuk memecatku, bahwa bosku tak mungkin akan marah besar atau mengumpat..karena dia bisa dituntut kalau melakukannya...bahwa aku mendapat 2 hari weekend, simple thing yang ga semua pekerja mendapatkannya...&lt;br /&gt;setelah semua itu, masih pantaskah aku mengeluh??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-7107474757566200938?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/7107474757566200938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=7107474757566200938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/7107474757566200938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/7107474757566200938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-should-be-ashamed.html' title='I should be ashamed!'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-1829187800821329744</id><published>2011-09-04T21:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T21:02:25.951+02:00</updated><title type='text'>i wish you knew...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Sabtu beberapa pekan yang lalu setelah sekian lama tidak beredar di jejaring sosial dunia maya, aku luangkan waktu untuk browsing-browsing facebook, tanpa menyadari bahwa statusku di FB chat ternyata online. Beberapa teman sempat menyapa, tapi cuman sekedar menyapa. Tapi pagi itu, ada satu teman yang tidak hanya ingin sekedar &lt;i&gt;say hi, &lt;/i&gt;tapi dengan maksud segenap hati, menanyakan keadaanku sekarang, untuk &lt;i&gt;catch up&lt;/i&gt;, tidak terbatas pada kesibukan sehari-hari, tapi juga tentang bagaimana aku menyikapi hidupku. Ketika teman yang seperti ini datang dan menyapa, aku tahu ini bukan sekedar basa-basi biasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada bagian dari percakapan kita, kata-kata yang terlontar dari temanku yang menyentuh, bikin terharu, tapi pada saat yang bersamaan membuatku merasa tertampar dan malu,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;copy paste dari message FB percakapan kita (baru tau kalo ternyata semua chat kita di FB bisa kita lihat balik lewat message :p ternyata fitur baru FB ini bisa berguna juga)&lt;br /&gt;Temanku berkata:&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;".... ...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;sejak ketemu kamu&amp;nbsp; tahun lalu itu kalo aku down atau apa aku selalu keinget kamu lho,&amp;nbsp;kamu bener2 jadi inspirasiku hehehe.. for me kamu itu someone yg selalu overcome difficulties and achieve everything well...tapi ttp humble dan bersedia bantu teman-teman. Yg pasti kamu selalu kasih rasa aman untuk tmn2mu untuk cerita2 dan curhat2 ke kamu,&amp;nbsp;sejelek2nya kita cerita apa ke kamu , kamu selalu ada way untuk lift up our spirit.........." &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Kata-kata yang sederhana ini bener-bener &lt;i&gt;made my day&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;, sejenak aku tersanjung tinggi, membumbung ke atas sana.... tapi semakin aku baca, semakin aku merasa tak pantas menerima kata-kata sanjungan itu. Aku?? menjadi inspirasi?? Aku yang penakut dan bersembunyi dibalik mimpi-mimpi dan idealismeku. Aku?? &lt;i&gt;What have I achieved??&lt;/i&gt; Bukannya aku tidak bersyukur dengan situasiku sekarang, berkat-Nya tak pernah berhenti kepadaku. Tapi, sungguh aku tak layak (at least tidak saat ini) menjadi inspirasi bagi siapapun. Mimpiku, ah lagi-lagi mimpi, seringkali, terpinggirkan oleh rasa ketidak percayaan pada diri sendiri, oleh iming-iming hidup berkelimpahan, oleh ketakutan akan kegagalan, oleh niat yang mudah dipatahkan. Justru menurutku, temanku itulah yang pantas dipanggil inspirasi, setelah bertahun-tahun, dia adalah seseorang yang jujur pada dirinya dan pada orang lain, mampu mengakui kekurangan-kekurangannya, tak berhenti berusaha untuk memperbaikinya. Dan untukku, kejujuran dan keberanian, 2 hal yang berkelimpahan di dirinya, &lt;i&gt;are the very virtues that I am struggling to posses. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah teman...terimakasih untuk semua kata-katamu untukku, tapi sebenarnya, &lt;i&gt;you should see yourself in the mirror, there you will find a much bigger person than me (your so-called inspiration)... cheers to her!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-1829187800821329744?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/1829187800821329744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=1829187800821329744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/1829187800821329744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/1829187800821329744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-wish-you-knew.html' title='i wish you knew...'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-5634811101701307898</id><published>2011-07-01T16:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T16:34:47.256+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still alive!!!</title><content type='html'>I’m unbelievably useless today, and it’s the first day of the month of a new quarter, and as a finance person I should be really busy right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda am, but heck, it’s Friday…(Fun..Fun…Fun…)…….. I want to break freeee…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life has been beautifully hectic last month…. Straight after the busiest period of the month, I and Rio flew to Indo for 3 weeks -supposedly for vacation-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was not really….it was certainly great vacation though, but it’s neither relaxing nor all about pampering my self with comfort…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed at 3 different cities in Java, 2 nights in Bali, and a day in Singapore in 3 weeks…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough bloody blah.. the highlights are as following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m truly sorry to all my friends who I just could not meet up with, really guys, I wish I had more time (to Merli, Meity, Bomb, Sally, Sasa in s’pore) I feel really bad…I hope I can make it up next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nephew is the cutest in the whole wide world… I wish I could spend more time with him, which 9-month-old baby would shake his ass when he hears JLo’s “On the floor”?! lol… he’s super amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Bali, parasailing, banana boat, flying fish, scuba diving (snorkeling are for whimps!)…BEEN there DONE that.. and I met up with Patricia (who’s almost like a big sis to me) and also my long time soul sister, Ruth Putri…. Patty, you showed us what good life and the playground of the riches like… Rockbar at Ayana, Potatohead and the W Hotel were incredibly awesome! …. Babi guling and nasi ayam Bali are the bessssttt… I’m drooling everytime I mental picture nasi ayam pedas bu Oki, and mbak e Ruth…. I hope to see you soon and in much happier state :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve finally seen S’pore and all the fuss about orchard,, I’m impressed with the cleanliness and all the tidiness, but what really stayed in my head is the FOOD… the food is divine (or should I say MSG is divine ..lol), Chili Crab is the Goddess, I share a kilo with Rio, and it’s just the right amount of crab for the two of us…. Thanks Mel for recommending this.. Definitely worth the 3 hours of searching and asking people around, we had this in Clarke Quay in a restaurant called Jumbo… owh another thing, who says S’pore is expensive?? That’s really arguable, we only spent roughly 50 Euros (around IDR 600ribu) for one day of fun and we had great meals, souvenirs to bring back, unlimited travelling pass… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least… the MAIN highlight is…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its official, I’m going to get married next year….YAAYY!! (I know you all must be sighing “Finally…” :p )&lt;br /&gt;It’s been quite a wait but it’s absolutely a worthy one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough for now,&lt;br /&gt;I’m signing off…going home now and enjoy my weekend, so should you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pita&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-5634811101701307898?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/5634811101701307898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=5634811101701307898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/5634811101701307898'/><link rel='self' 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night and I'm gonna have lunch at that famous sushi place in Amsterdam with my mates...so I know i shouldn't sweat the next 4 hours...:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a great weekend peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-1648610344194007131?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/1648610344194007131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=1648610344194007131&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/1648610344194007131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/1648610344194007131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-7728154362200319551?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/7728154362200319551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=7728154362200319551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/7728154362200319551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/7728154362200319551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2011/03/march-8th.html' title='march 8th'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-1407691168716479108</id><published>2011-02-27T21:44:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T08:51:15.716+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and i miss you the most when weekend comes,&lt;br /&gt;cause it's when I used to call you up and pour all my mind and heart's content to you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-1407691168716479108?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/1407691168716479108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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desktop time 16:50</title><content type='html'>at the office, back to working life, zombie mode that&amp;nbsp;I've missed, the overrated dread which is a necessity right now! i'm learning so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost weekend, i hope i can update sooner than later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-3857236100350910166?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/3857236100350910166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=3857236100350910166&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/3857236100350910166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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gate). We thought that we'd like to kick the year off with something grandeur, andddd......so it was....guess whom did we see singing at the live music stage in Berlin square, again SINGING, as our new year's countdown background music???! drumroll...................Mr. David Haselhoff!!! yes, the guy who rides Kit in Knight Rider, yes...the very same guy who wears red shorts running in the beach saving lives!!...OOOO...MMM...GGG,,,, hahahhahaha.... we came all the way from holland, braving the snows and ice and slush... it was definitely not for nothing ha?? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New years eve also means that it's 1 year addition to how old me &amp;amp; rio's relationship. And this January 2011, we've been together for (lucky number) 7 YEARS...hoeraayyyy.... i love you Hario Rahutomo &amp;lt;3.&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/TSsjv-yWmCI/AAAAAAAAALk/P90OutkTSbA/s1600/IMG_3848.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/TSsjv-yWmCI/AAAAAAAAALk/P90OutkTSbA/s320/IMG_3848.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;7 years @ Brandenburg Gate 0101201&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/_THSfna3eeqI/TSsmq9HZKLI/AAAAAAAAALw/hF6wiltMcbY/s1600/IMG_3840.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/TSsmq9HZKLI/AAAAAAAAALw/hF6wiltMcbY/s320/IMG_3840.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;Brandenburg Gate 01012011&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were having so much fun in Berlin. Finally i got to see Charlie Check Point (after 3 times coming to Berlin), had 2 amazing dinners, first having local German cuisine (meat...meat and more meat) then on our second night we went to Good Time for an amazing Asian fusion kind of cuisine. I was in charge of picking restaurants to dine in and spots to see, and everyone was really happy with what they ate and saw (except the NYE countdown itself which is quite a let down..) so I'm quite proud of that :)&lt;br /&gt;&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/_THSfna3eeqI/TSskx1AjvfI/AAAAAAAAALo/lQQKWtJIYGk/s1600/IMG_3833.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/TSskx1AjvfI/AAAAAAAAALo/lQQKWtJIYGk/s400/IMG_3833.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;just feel like taking pictures with Berlin wall ruins&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/_THSfna3eeqI/TSslb0UbIfI/AAAAAAAAALs/7f9my0hKQII/s1600/IMG_3795.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/TSslb0UbIfI/AAAAAAAAALs/7f9my0hKQII/s400/IMG_3795.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;my travelling companion in a great German restaurant!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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/_THSfna3eeqI/TSsn84RuwSI/AAAAAAAAAL0/JUo9rBNwGhs/s1600/Image1250.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/TSsn84RuwSI/AAAAAAAAAL0/JUo9rBNwGhs/s320/Image1250.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rio's plate: German delicacies...all about MEAT&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/_THSfna3eeqI/TSsoczsgsfI/AAAAAAAAAL4/f5slrDyLZCc/s1600/IMG_3778.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/TSsoczsgsfI/AAAAAAAAAL4/f5slrDyLZCc/s400/IMG_3778.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;just a random lovely spot that cant be missed&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;as for New Years' resolution: Firstly, save...save...save!! I need some fixed assets.... Secondly, travel...travel...travel....2010 was zero travel year for me :(( ...I need to make it up in 2011 Thirdly, learn...learn...learn... be it from books, films, musics or just from meaningful conversation... I wanna be a sponge Pita, absorb as much as possible ...hmmm...what else?? I want to fill this year with as much joy as possible.... and last but not least... to be a better me...better at cooking, better at work, better family member, better friend, better lover, better student of life...better human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMEN..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-1250226076437181111?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/1250226076437181111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=1250226076437181111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/1250226076437181111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/1250226076437181111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2011/01/still-with-whole-new-years-shenanigans.html' title='still with the whole New Year&apos;s shenanigans'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/TSsjv-yWmCI/AAAAAAAAALk/P90OutkTSbA/s72-c/IMG_3848.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-4443089928908190397</id><published>2010-12-28T12:57:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T15:22:06.636+01:00</updated><title type='text'>2010, what I made of it...</title><content type='html'>2010 ini memang tahun yang warna-warni, sangat berkebalikan dengan tahun lalu.... siapa yang masih ga percaya akan berputarnya roda kehidupan, well you better start to believe it! cause I'm a living testimonial...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My Kaleidoscope tis Year of 2010:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan - Ke Jakarta, jenguk eyang di Bekasi dan melihat dan mendengar suaranya untuk terakhir kalinya.&lt;br /&gt;Feb&amp;nbsp; - Valentine pertama jauh dari Rio, cyber dinner via YM, there's always a first for everything =)&lt;br /&gt;Mar - Aku diterima kerja di Best Western Solo, met (&amp;amp;worked with) some of the nicest people on the face of this earth.... and she could've been 59 yr old&lt;br /&gt;Apr - I'm a quarter of a century old! Eyang putri meninggal dunia and I quit the job at BW...&lt;br /&gt;May - Berpetualang di Bali, doing some soul-searching while having a blast!&lt;br /&gt;Jun - Mengubur diri dengan buku dan film-film India... memutuskan untuk kembali ke Belanda&lt;br /&gt;Jul - Rio dateng! liburan bersama di Sby-Solo-Jogja-Malang :)&lt;br /&gt;Aug - Bulan puasa di solo, buka bersama dan lebaran pertama kalinya bersama keluarga besar setelah entah berapa lama...&lt;br /&gt;Sep - My baby nephew is born....Radithya Purusatama&lt;br /&gt;Oct - I'm flying back to the NL&lt;br /&gt;Nov - Breathing again..... loving every second&lt;br /&gt;Dec - My first White Christmas, I got a job offer and I've survived a year without my Mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank God for 2010...... it's an awesome year :))&lt;br /&gt;come year 2011... I'm gonna ROCK you hard!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/TRnRiNk2FXI/AAAAAAAAALg/kMpbSPjoKIQ/s1600/IMG_3413.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/TRnRiNk2FXI/AAAAAAAAALg/kMpbSPjoKIQ/s400/IMG_3413.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-4443089928908190397?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/4443089928908190397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=4443089928908190397&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/4443089928908190397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/4443089928908190397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/12/2010-ini-memang-tahun-yang-warna-warni.html' title='2010, what I made of it...'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/TRnRiNk2FXI/AAAAAAAAALg/kMpbSPjoKIQ/s72-c/IMG_3413.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-5988071964977950400</id><published>2010-12-23T21:46:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T21:49:27.911+01:00</updated><title type='text'>23-12-2009</title><content type='html'>today, a year ago......&lt;br /&gt;the most painful day of my life,&lt;br /&gt;but that day was the end of my Mum's pain in this world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every day and every night&lt;br /&gt;I still wish you were here,&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;am still achingly missing you&lt;br /&gt;still dreaming of you and hoping this was all just a nightmare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum, I love you&lt;br /&gt;FOREVER&lt;br /&gt;death won't do us apart&lt;br /&gt;cause your spirit lives on in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: just want to let you know that I'm still giving life my best, smile for me tonight Mum :)&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/_THSfna3eeqI/TRO1xZ0cN8I/AAAAAAAAALY/c5yeoIxRcQE/s1600/Image%2528037%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/TRO1xZ0cN8I/AAAAAAAAALY/c5yeoIxRcQE/s320/Image%2528037%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-5988071964977950400?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/5988071964977950400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=5988071964977950400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/5988071964977950400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/5988071964977950400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/12/23-12-2009.html' title='23-12-2009'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/TRO1xZ0cN8I/AAAAAAAAALY/c5yeoIxRcQE/s72-c/Image%2528037%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-5861896133921969800</id><published>2010-12-17T14:10:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T14:10:21.998+01:00</updated><title type='text'>the warmth of snow</title><content type='html'>Menanti dan menanti... untungnya ditemani dengan salju-salju cantik yang turun deras diluar jendela beserta lagu-lagunya mbak Sara Bareilles and Regina Spektor yang super talented dari laptopku. Kok bisa bahagia banget ya lihat salju?? rasanya pengen lompat keluar dan bergulung-gulung diatasnya...tapi nanti bisa berabe kalau Rio tahu, "Kamu tuh ga 'eman-eman' ama coatnya? Coat winter cuman satu buat gulung-gulung ditanah??" Haduuuuhhh...kok bisa ya cowo secerewet itu?? Tapi memang sih, coat yg tebel cuman satu, kalo basah kena salju ga ada gantinya, aku mau pakai apa? :p&lt;br /&gt;Winter tahun lalu lalu aku di Solo dan aku cuman dapet update winter di Belanda dari Rio dan foto-foto yang di upload di Facebook oleh teman-teman di Belanda. Winter 2009 itu adalah the worst period of my life, OFFICIALLY. Bukan maksud untuk menyesali apapun, tapi aku hanya membuat sebuah pernyataan. Seberat apapun yang harus aku alami hari-hari bulan Desember tahun lalu, tapi tetap there's no other place I'd rather be, aku lega aku berada di sisinya...bersamanya, bersenandung, berdoa dan memegang tangannya hingga beliau meninggalkan dunia fana ini.&amp;nbsp; Sudah hampir setahun ibuku berpulang pada-Nya. Aku masih rindu padanya serindu hari pertama aku menginjakkan kaki di negeri keju ini, bahkan mungkin lebih, karena aku tahu rinduku tak ada penawarnya kali ini.&lt;br /&gt;Aahh...salju, untung mereka disini sekarang. Aneh nya, I know for a fact kalau salju itu dingin, dingin sedingin dinginnya, tapi melihat salju turun lebat, ada rasa hangat menyelinap masuk ke dalamku, seperti seorang sobat baik atau kekasih hati yang datang dan diam-diam memelukku... hangat, ...aman, .....nyaman. Atau mungkin itu sang Dia, berusaha menyapaku??....;)&lt;br /&gt;Winter 2010, less tears nor fears, that's I'm hopeful for. Aku bersama salju, dan belahan jiwaku. Desember jangan pernah kelabu lagi yaa...be kind with me, whisper me some good news that I'm dying to hear okay??... Mr. Claus, I don't need no toys this year....I think what I do need is to be able to make a decent good living for me, for us both. Divine intervention, please turn the table around for me this time.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&amp;nbsp; today is Friday, the best day out of 5 working days right?? let me wish you all happy Friday and enjoy this upcoming weekend, make sure you have all your Christmas presents ready, it's the last weekend before X-mas afterallll...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blowing you with many "cold" kisses..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P - xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-5861896133921969800?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/5861896133921969800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=5861896133921969800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/5861896133921969800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/5861896133921969800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/12/warm-snow.html' title='the warmth of snow'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-1706318328784676261</id><published>2010-12-10T17:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T17:21:05.023+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ffffiiiuhhh....</title><content type='html'>Akhirnya yang bikin tidur ga nyenyak minggu ini terlampaui juga... masalah diterima ga diterima, saya serahkan sepenuhnya pada Yang Kuasa, yang penting seperti kata mbok Myra saya sudah jual yang saya bisa jual dari diri saya, tapi tetep dengan jujur dan tidak memberi "false expectation". Saya puas saya bisa jujur pada mereka, terlepas dari betapa ingin saya lolos, saya lebih ingin mereka (atau siapapun nanti pada akhirnya) menerima saya as I am, segala kekurangan beserta kemauan kuat saya untuk terus belajar dan menjadi lebih baik.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-1706318328784676261?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/1706318328784676261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=1706318328784676261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/1706318328784676261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/1706318328784676261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/12/ffffiiiuhhh.html' title='ffffiiiuhhh....'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-5980272599415436154</id><published>2010-12-06T17:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T17:15:27.182+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foodism'/><title type='text'>Sehat q(;^;)p vs Junkie 9(x.x)9</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Begini ini lohh contoh nya kalo Puspita lagi sadar akan asupan gizi dari diet sehari-harinya.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/TP0IJdaFGQI/AAAAAAAAAK4/hRIWHHxCXwQ/s1600/Image1154.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/TP0IJdaFGQI/AAAAAAAAAK4/hRIWHHxCXwQ/s320/Image1154.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;brown pistollet (kaya serat), boiled egg, tomatoes, some green&lt;br /&gt;olive mustard honey dressing&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/_THSfna3eeqI/TP0IRbxf9NI/AAAAAAAAAK8/1fznEMNaIaY/s1600/Image1176.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/TP0IRbxf9NI/AAAAAAAAAK8/1fznEMNaIaY/s320/Image1176.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;tuna rice n salad&lt;br /&gt;(all mixed together and stir fry with onions plus salt pepper)&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/TP0IYpXJB3I/AAAAAAAAALA/N7g7WEaRAUc/s1600/Image1184.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/TP0IYpXJB3I/AAAAAAAAALA/N7g7WEaRAUc/s320/Image1184.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;chicken ham and green stuff with olive rolls&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi kalo lagi ga peduli n terlalu males untuk mikir berapa kalori maupun lemak yg masuk ke tubuh....inilah penampakan diet saya...&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/TP0Irk80FCI/AAAAAAAAALE/zweEdgO4th8/s1600/Image1194.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/TP0Irk80FCI/AAAAAAAAALE/zweEdgO4th8/s320/Image1194.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;fish sticks and telor ceplok goreng sama sambel,&lt;br /&gt;minyak2an tapi kok enak ya..hehe&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/TP0Iw4RnfBI/AAAAAAAAALI/1X8XEUsMXtQ/s1600/Image1201.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/TP0Iw4RnfBI/AAAAAAAAALI/1X8XEUsMXtQ/s320/Image1201.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;nasgor suriname berlauk babi panggang dan ayam goreng,&lt;br /&gt;uenaak gila! (tp abis gitu g makan 3 hari!!lol)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&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/_THSfna3eeqI/TP0Ky2cMKRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/RSmlnbLJpeo/s1600/Image1099.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/TP0Ky2cMKRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/RSmlnbLJpeo/s320/Image1099.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;pizza bread .....no comment&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-5980272599415436154?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/5980272599415436154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=5980272599415436154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/5980272599415436154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/5980272599415436154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/12/sehat-qp-vs-junkie-9xx9.html' title='Sehat q(;^;)p vs Junkie 9(x.x)9'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/TP0IJdaFGQI/AAAAAAAAAK4/hRIWHHxCXwQ/s72-c/Image1154.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-8698660240207166897</id><published>2010-12-06T11:24:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T11:28:17.752+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>on my playlist (now!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;1. Away We Go - Original Motion Picture Soundtrack&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nettwerk.com/email/awaywego/images/hires.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.nettwerk.com/email/awaywego/images/hires.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kali ini kita nonton film atas rekomendasi John Koplo (sebenernya John aja sih namanya, saking dia sering bikin rio pulang malem, aku jd sebel, aku panggil dia koplo), boss Rio asal Amrik ini bilang ke Rio kapan hari kalau dia abis liat film bagus judulnya Away We Go. Dia recommend Rio buat nonton ini, n secara dia jebolan jurusan seni/art cinema or something di amrik sono, memang matanya saya akui cukup jeli melihat seni. Film ini bagus banget, bercerita ttg seorang pasangan muda yang berkeliling North America untuk mencari tempat where they can call home. Daaan...yang jelas soundtracknya TOP abis, tipe2 musik melankolik tapi ga depresif... sama kayak filmnya yang kadang ada sedihnya, melankolisnya, tapi at the end it made you hopeful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Glee - The Music Volume 4!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/TPy2FsmBF5I/AAAAAAAAAK0/sw-d4GcE6H0/s1600/Cov.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/TPy2FsmBF5I/AAAAAAAAAK0/sw-d4GcE6H0/s320/Cov.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Episode "Furt" penuh lagu bagus dan salah satu episode favoritku dari Season 2. Glee covernya "Marry You" Bruno Mars, menurutku malah lebih bagus daripada versi originalnya Bruno (atau mungkin gara2 scene weddingnya Carol ama Burt yang super cool, aaaw... what a perfect wedding that is^^), lagu ini pula yang membawa aku jadi pingin ndengerin satu album. Buat Glee lovers, kayaknya ga perlu disuruh buat dengerin album ini khan?? --sayangnya, salah satu cover favoritku "Dog Days Are Over" ga ada di album ini :'(--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Garden State - Music from the Motion Picture&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.easyart.com/i/prints/rw/lg/2/4/Movie-Posters-Garden-State--soundtrack--240938.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://images.easyart.com/i/prints/rw/lg/2/4/Movie-Posters-Garden-State--soundtrack--240938.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favorite tracks (although I love them all): The Shins - Caring is Creepy and Cold Play - Don't Panic. Buat yang belum nonton filmnya, mungkin agak susah untuk feel related to the music. Jadi aku ga akan heran kalo kalian dengerin ini dan completely clueless dimana bagusnya lagu2 ini. Percayalah, saya mengerti :p Tapi buat yang ingin mengeksplorasi jenis-jenis musik dan don't wanna stuck with Pop, just give it a try, it will soothe your ears&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-8698660240207166897?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/8698660240207166897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=8698660240207166897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/8698660240207166897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/8698660240207166897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/12/on-my-playlist-now.html' title='on my playlist (now!)'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/TPy2FsmBF5I/AAAAAAAAAK0/sw-d4GcE6H0/s72-c/Cov.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-506908097586253384</id><published>2010-12-01T13:31:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T17:16:09.243+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foodism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whats going on'/><title type='text'>There are 3 things that I'm quite literally obsessed about lately</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;1. Good movies :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I feel like, there are so many good quality movies out there that I just haven't seen yet. I don't wanna be a film critic or anything but every time I heard or read good reviews of a movie, I just got this inexplicable impulse to watch it! And maybe my new living arrangement kinda have a lot to do about this. We're like always wanting for films and guys in this house know quite an impressive array of titles which sometimes I've never heard before (and most of the time their recommendations are legit). I'm craving for more and more movies now...&lt;br /&gt;Movies I recommend you to go and watch now : Garden State; Last Train Home (great documentary on Chinese migrant workers!); Airplanes, Trains and Automobiles (Funny yet touching in 80's kind of way); Once (How often do you find the right person??); An Education; Away We Go...and much much more actually, but you can start by watching those :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.escapeest.com/images/austinist/100312_last_train_home.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.escapeest.com/images/austinist/100312_last_train_home.jpg" width="218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Exploring cafes and restaurants&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utrecht is such a cozy little (to midsized) city, where the shopping centre, visitors attraction and restaurant/cafes/brasseries are just packed along the canals. B.e.a.u.t.i.f.u.l... Especially at night where you can enjoy the melancholic lights and the way they hit the water and made up an amazing view, it's such a wonderful feeling to be here. And to compliment all that, I find sitting and sipping a cup of mint tea or enjoying a newly discovered cuisine in one of the joints here is one of the best ways to enjoy this lovely town!&lt;br /&gt;Restaurant/cafe's I'd recommend you to go if you find yourself in Utrecht: Tapas Bar El Mundo (great Sangrias), Paradijs Restaurant (tasty and cheap Chinese), Douwe Egberts Cafe (they've got excellent coffee!), Stadskasteel Oudaen ( it's a cafe built on a 13th century castle, and they brew their own beers here). And I went to this Suriname's place in Rotterdam (i know it's a bit off our Utrecht topic), and this dish called Moksi Meti is heavenly,soooo good!&lt;br /&gt;&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://www.nlstreets.nl/images/SHARED/3ximage/city/img_12_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://www.nlstreets.nl/images/SHARED/3ximage/city/img_12_2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/182/435594103_d17a93d954.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/182/435594103_d17a93d954.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Credit: Some dude who was on his trip to the NL and took these cool photos (sorry I stole ur pics)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Books&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and books have had an on-and-off relationship. But lately, I feel like i needed to catch up with my reading. I've been focusing on writing that I neglected reading, and by writing I understand that I need resources to be able to produce a good piece of writing and what else gives more inspiration that books?? I just bought a book titled &lt;i&gt;The Alchemist&lt;/i&gt; by a Brazilian writer, Paulo Coelho. I'm halfway reading it, everyone's been telling me that I should read this book and they convinced me that I'll be "enlightened" once I finished it. While, I'm not denying the fact that it's a good book with lots of great messages that it's trying to bring forward, I'm still NOT a big fan of The Alchemist. I'm sorry to disappoint you guys, but it's just that it's trying to hard to impress the readers, to bewitch them with spell-binding tale and analogues, that it failed to be humble. But, again it's MY opinion, some of you might actually love it. The kind of book I love though is like &lt;i&gt;The Joyful Wisdom&lt;/i&gt; by Yongey Mingyur Rinpoche or &lt;i&gt;Who Ordered this Truckload of Dung&lt;/i&gt; by Ajahn Brahm. I find these books honest and smart and even moving, they don't try to shovel ideas into my head (eventhough they totally sold me Buddhism). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/P/0861712781.01._SX220_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/P/0861712781.01._SX220_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-506908097586253384?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/506908097586253384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=506908097586253384&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/506908097586253384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/506908097586253384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/12/there-are-3-things-that-im-quite.html' title='There are 3 things that I&apos;m quite literally obsessed about lately'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/182/435594103_d17a93d954_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-2057795497683209736</id><published>2010-11-18T12:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T16:09:45.530+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>another movie that's just INSPIRATIONAL</title><content type='html'>Atas rekomendasi si Juan dan reviewnya yang buagus banget di &lt;a href="http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/garden_state/"&gt;RT&lt;/a&gt; maupun di IMDB , dengan tekad bulat aku nonton sendiri di rumah film berjudul &lt;b&gt;Garden State.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/3/3c/Garden_State_Poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/3/3c/Garden_State_Poster.jpg" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku ga tau harus mulai darimana untuk menceritakan kenapa film ini begitu bagus, menyentuh dan begitu nyata. Cerita utamanya tentang seorang cowo bernama Andrew Largeman, seorang aktor papan tengah yang pulang kembali kampung (setelah kepergiannya 9 tahun yang lalu), untuk menghadiri pemakaman ibunya. Selama hidupnya dia dianggap oleh ayahnya sebagai penyebab utama kelumpuhan ibunya dan semenjak itu pula Andrew harus hidup dengan obat-obatan anti depresan yang diberikan oleh psikiater/ayah nya. Selama kepulangannya, Andrew memutuskan untuk berhenti meminum obat-obatan itu, sejak itu dia mulai melihat hidup sebagaimana adanya, dan dia pun mulai kembali merasakan kesedihan dan pahit manisnya hidup/kenyataan yang sudah lama hilang dari jiwanya. Ketika dia belajar menerima hidup dia menemukan cinta dan persabatan dari orang-orang di kampung halamannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karakter-karakter di film ini unik dan non-stereotypical, dialog mereka sederhana tapi cerdas, soundtrack nya pas banget dengan emosi tiap scenenya. Aku heran betapa katak dalam tempurungnya diriku ga pernah liat bahkan denger film sebagus ini. Aku ga akan banyak kasih spoiler disini, tapi buat yang baca ini dan merasakan seperti yang Zach Braff (penulis script, sutradara, sekaligus pemain Andrew) katakan dibawah ini, aku sangat merekomendasikan film ini!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;"It's a movie about awakening. It's a movie about taking  action. It's a movie about how life is short, go for it now. My  character says, 'I'm 26 years old, and I've spent my whole life waiting  for something else to start. Now I realize that this is all there is,  and I'm going to try to live my life like that".&lt;sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-3"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Garden_State_%28film%29#cite_note-3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Dan aku benar-benar bisa relate to that! Rasanya selama ini aku menunggu dan menunggu untuk sesuatu terjadi, terus memberi syarat dan indikasi waktu akan kapan sesuatu seharusnya "benar-benar" terjadi dalam hidupku. Padahal, ya itulah, begini inilah hidup, aku harus berhenti terus "membayangkan" dan mulai "menjalani".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada satu quote dari Andrew yang benar-benar menyentuh dan juga merupakan satu hal yang akhir-akhir ini aku rasakan dalam hidupku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You know that &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;point in your life when you realize the house you grew up  in isn't really your home anymore? All of a sudden even though you have  some place where you put your shit, that idea of home is gone. .....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;You'll see one day when you move out it just sort of happens one day and  it's gone. You feel like you can never get it back.&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; It's like you feel  homesick for a place that doesn't even exist. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Maybe it's like this rite  of passage, you know. You won't ever have this feeling again until you  create a new idea of home for yourself, you know, for your kids, for the  family you start, it's like a cycle or something. I don't know, but I  miss the idea of it, you know. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maybe that's all family really is. A  group of people that miss the same imaginary place. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Walaupun secara fisik, rumah masa kecilku di Solo sampai hari ini masih berdiri tegak, tapi perasaan hangat dan nyaman ketika aku berada di dalamnya perlahan menghilang.. A house is not a home, bahkan ketika aku tinggal di dalamnya beberapa bulan terakhir yang lalu, aku merindukan "rumah" ku, rumah dimana orang tua dan saudara-saudaraku berkumpul dan bercengkerama setelah hari yang melelahkan. Aku rindu "rumah"&amp;nbsp; yang sudah tidak ada lagi. Semuanya sudah berubah. Tapi mungkin benar kata Andrew, ini semua hanyalah sebuah siklus hidup, suatu saat aku akan menciptakan rumah itu dengan suami dan anak-anakku and&lt;i&gt; life goes on...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika Andrew mulai merasakan kembali sakit dan pedih...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Andrew: Fuck, this hurts so much.  &lt;br /&gt;Sam: I know it hurts. That's life. If nothing else, It's life. It's real, and  sometimes it fuckin' hurts, but it's sort of all we have. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-2057795497683209736?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/2057795497683209736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=2057795497683209736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/2057795497683209736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/2057795497683209736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/11/another-movie-thats-just-inspirational.html' title='another movie that&apos;s just INSPIRATIONAL'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-3603780960924661797</id><published>2010-11-17T16:48:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T16:10:50.681+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whats going on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><title type='text'>Obrolan makan malam- part 1</title><content type='html'>Salah satu momen favorit dari hariku sekarang adalah obrolan di meja makan bersama anak-anak rumah selepas makan malam bareng. Selain yang jelas latihan percakapan bahasa Inggris gratis bareng flatmate2ku inclusive seorang native speaker, hiburan ketawa2 lepas setelah seharian autis di kamar ngedate ama laptop n website2 lowongan kerja... n keuntungan yang paling utama adalah bertambahnya wawasanku akan hal-hal yang tak pernah aku tahu sebelumnya. Ada saja yang kita bahas, mulai dari ada berapa jenis kacang di dunia, kosakata bahasa inggris baru, business culture di perusahaan tempat kita pernah kerja, perbedaan budaya di tiap negara, sampai diskusi berat mengenai agama dan kepercayaan. Biasanya semuanya bermula ringan dan kasual, celotehan dan komentar kecil dari pengamatan kecil kita sehari-hari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seperti malam-malam sebelumnya kita enggan untuk terlalu cepat meninggalkan meja makan, entah bagaimana awalnya, malam itu kita ngobrolin tentang Tuhan. Sebuah obrolan tabu bagi orang-orang lintas-agama dan kepercayaan di Indonesia, tapi tidak demikian disini, paling tidak di apartemen ini. Sindhu dan Ruth memeluk agama Kristen, Rio muslim, aku sendiri a non-religious believer, alias aku percaya Tuhan tapi tidak melalui agama dan Juan, si orang Inggris-Peru, tidak percaya Tuhan tapi mengikuti ajaran Buddha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hari sebelumnya kita melihat sebuah film dokumenter berjudul "Religulous", yang menceritakan perjalanan seorang komedian Amerika bernama Bill Maher ke tempat-tempat religius di seluruh dunia dan mewawancarai orang-orang religius untuk memahami bagaimana mereka bisa percaya pada "kekuatan magis" yang mereka beri nama Tuhan itu, dia sendiri menganggap orang beragama adalah orang yang mengidap sakit jiwa.&lt;br /&gt;Si Juan (J) mulai komentar, "&lt;i&gt;You know what's strange from the documentary film we saw yesterday? The guy, didn't comment on Buddhism at all, while he almost did with every religion there is."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku jawab, "&lt;i&gt;Probably because Buddhist people aren't that fanatic, I mean, they pursue what they believe, and they don't think they feel the need to go against other people beliefs."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: &lt;i&gt;"Yeah, that's true, plus I think he only did documentary on the big (got most believers) religions. When I was in Tanzania, people also only knew 2 religions either Christians (incl. Catholic) or Islam. So when they asked me what my religion is, and I answered well, I don't believe in God but I follow Buddhist teachings, they looked confused, they've never heard of Buddhism before and someone who does not believe in God just sounds like an absurd idea to them."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sindhu: &lt;i&gt;"Even in Indonesia that would sound weird too, because you need to have a religion, you have to, you can't get married if you don't have religion, although we acknowledge more religions than the Tanzanians."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;setelah beberapa percakapan berikutnya...... (maklum sudah agak2 lupa siapa ngomong apa dan urutannya gimana :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: &lt;i&gt;There was a story that Buddha told to his followers about beliefs (religions), once there was a sick man looking for a cure to his sickness, he went to a doctor and got a prescription, he got all the medicine that's prescribed and he took them diligently and he's recovered. He told people about how great this doctor is and he gave this prescriptions to sick people, and those people read these prescriptions diligently and pray to the doctor's statue every night and day to be cured....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku, Rio n Sindhu sebagai orang-orang yang percaya ama Tuhan, walaupun berbeda jalan, tahu maksud dibalik metafora itu. Orang-orang jaman sekarang tak tahu lagi apa arti "resep dokter", seharusnya mereka pergi ke apotek dan mencairkan "resep" dan minum obat sesuai petunjuk dokter, tapi kita malah siang malam baca "resep" dan menyembah-nyembahnya. Kalau dulu ibuku sering mengumpamakan "religious" people sekarang seperti, orang-orang yang membawa obor, tapi tidak menggunakannya untuk menerangi jalan mereka, namun mereka justru tak berhenti menatap dan mengagumi terangnya obor ditangan dan saling membandingkan obor satu dengan obor yang lain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menyedihkan memang, tapi perumpamaan dalam cerita Buddha maupun dari cerita ibuku adalah kenyataan sekarang. Banyak yang sudah tak mengerti bagaimana menggunakan ajaran-ajaran religi/spiritual, membaca dan membicarakannya tak ada gunanya tanpa penerapan. Sebaliknya, manusia-manusia di sekeliling ku ini yang tak lagi percaya Tuhan, mereka bertindak, mereka tak banyak berdebat untuk berbuat kebaikan. They just act. Pengetahuan akan baik dan buruk, cukup untuk memandu kehidupan mereka.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-3603780960924661797?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/3603780960924661797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=3603780960924661797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/3603780960924661797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/3603780960924661797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/11/obrolan-makan-malam.html' title='Obrolan makan malam- part 1'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-7144562342898623191</id><published>2010-11-05T16:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T16:12:26.139+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whats going on'/><title type='text'>Merapi</title><content type='html'>Pagi-pagi jadi panik dikasih tau Rio orang-orang pada heboh Merapi di Facebook. Ternyata aktivitas merapi memang makin mengkhawatirkan, banyak penduduk harus mengungsi berkali-kali karena radius amannya makin menjauh. Langsung menuju Kompas.com, overwhelmed. Kemudian lanjut online di ym, bertukar info dengan Pipit n Lutce gimana caranya kita bisa bantu walaupun dari jauh. Sedih banget, liat saudara setanah air apalagi di Jogja, salah satu kota kesayanganku, yang cuman 60 km dr Solo, sekali lagi ditimpa bencana. Dan yang bikiin nyesek jika saja aku tinggal di Solo 2 minggu lebih lama, mungkin I can really be there for them. Ah..lagi-lagi aku hanya bisa mengikuti dari jauh, berharap cemas, dan berdoa. Tapi melihat kompaknya beberapa gerakan pemuda yang langsung terjun ke lokasi menjadi relawan, aku salut sekali, ada rasa bangga. I REALLY wish I can join them. Buat teman-teman (terutama yg di NL) yang wondering pengen nyumbang kemana yang jelas tepat sasaran dan dipastikan disalurkan secepatnya, aku ada rekening bank BCA salah satu teman (yang menggerakan kumpulan mahasiswa) yang terjun ke lokasi (thanks to mba Wanda). In case ada yg mau, contact me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pray and act for Indo...&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-7144562342898623191?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/7144562342898623191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=7144562342898623191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/7144562342898623191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/7144562342898623191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/11/merapi.html' title='Merapi'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-3955391265261510215</id><published>2010-11-05T14:54:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T16:12:38.259+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><title type='text'>Mew - Comforting Sounds</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="295" style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/9uuFmoTCGho/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9uuFmoTCGho?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9uuFmoTCGho?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel alright in spite of these comforting sounds you make.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel alright because you make promises that you break.&lt;br /&gt;Into your house, why don't we share our solitude?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is pure anymore but solitude.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to make sense, feels as if I'm sensing you through a lens.&lt;br /&gt;If someone else comes, I'd just sit here listening to the drums.&lt;br /&gt;Previously I never called it solitude.&lt;br /&gt;And probably you know all the dirty shows I've put on.&lt;br /&gt;Blunted and exhausted like anyone.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I tried to avoid it.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly.&lt;br /&gt;Back when we were kids, we would always know when to stiop.&lt;br /&gt;And now all the good kids are messing up.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody has gained or accomplished anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;PS: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4PvSbj22ZQY"&gt;listen to the 9-minute version (click here)...!!&lt;/a&gt; eargasm guaranteed ! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-3955391265261510215?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/3955391265261510215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=3955391265261510215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/3955391265261510215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/3955391265261510215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/11/mew-comforting-sounds.html' title='Mew - Comforting Sounds'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-1489651384201619963</id><published>2010-11-04T09:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T16:11:20.038+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>I, too, want to be a Jedi</title><content type='html'>Semalam aku menonton Star Wars di TV, episode yang menceritakan bagaimana  Anakin Skywalker berubah menjadi seorang Darth Vader. Pada mulanya, Anakin hanya takut kehilangan istrinya. Dia ingin belajar memiliki kekuatan untuk mencegah kehilangan orang-orang yang dicintainya,  dia ingin kehidupan yang abadi untuk mereka, walaupun sayangnya itu berarti dia  bergabung dengan "dark force". Itulah kenapa Anakin tak akan  pernah menjadi seorang Jedi. Alasan yang sama pula kenapa aku tak pernah  benar-benar memeluk hidup, karena aku takut mereka meninggalkan  orang-orang yang aku cintai. Seperti ibuku. Semalam, sebelum aku benar-benar tertidur, aku merindukan ibuku, pagi ini juga. Aku menatap fotonya di papan tempel di depan mejaku, berharap aku mendengar suaranya dan menenangkan hatiku, seperti dulu. Tapi yang ada, aku mendengar aku menangis, aku mendesah, di dalam sana. Dulu saat aku di Solo, dan harus tinggal di rumah kita, aku pikir jika aku pergi dari sana semua bayangan kesedihan akan sakit ibuku akan pergi. Tapi ternyata, ketika aku ribuan mil jauhnya dari rumah itu. Sedihnya tak berkurang. Aku menatap icon Voip di desktop ku, aku tahu tak ada suara penuh kasih sayang menyambutku di ujung sana. Aku mengecek emailku, aku tahu, tak akan ada lagi email berparagraf-paragraf layaknya cerpen menyambutku di inbox. Atau ketika aku tak sependapat dengan pacarku, aku tahu aku harus menyelesaikannya sendiri sekarang.&lt;br /&gt;Menjadi seorang Jedi, berhati bersih, tak takut kehilangan, tidak terikat oleh apapun, pasti keadaan ideal bisa menjadi seperti itu. Aku bisa mengerti Darth Vader, tapi aku tak ingin hidup sepertinya yang terus ditelan oleh rasa kehilangan. Mampukah, di satu titik di hidupku aku dapat merasakan perasaan seorang Jedi??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngelantur banget ni, gara-gara musti belajar buat tes besok :((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-1489651384201619963?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/1489651384201619963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=1489651384201619963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/1489651384201619963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/1489651384201619963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-too-want-to-be-jedi.html' title='I, too, want to be a Jedi'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-3091718779683076862</id><published>2010-10-28T09:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T16:11:29.317+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whats going on'/><title type='text'>gotta have faith!</title><content type='html'>kenapa masih ingin jatuh rasanya tiap kali melihat email penolakan yang masuk ke inboxku. aku tahu ini bagian dari tantangan itu, bagaimana untuk tetap berdiri tiap kali penolakan itu meremukkan semangatku. kepercayaan diriku yang ketika datang berdaun lebat rindang seperti pohon di musim semi, kini daunnya banyak yang mulai jatuh berguguran karena angin musim gugur :(&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;aku sadar ini hanya putaran musim, daunku akan tumbuh lagi... Puspita gitu loohh.....hehehehe, life can always knock me down, but I'm gonna get back up each time ;))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-3091718779683076862?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/3091718779683076862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=3091718779683076862&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/3091718779683076862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/3091718779683076862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/10/gotta-have-faith.html' title='gotta have faith!'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-1951922217890749057</id><published>2010-10-26T16:59:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T15:00:02.469+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><title type='text'>Mari berdoa buat negeri kita...</title><content type='html'>Headline Kompas hari ini 26 Oktober 2010:&lt;br /&gt;Merapi Meletus, Korban Tewas Tsunami di Mentawai Mencapai 108 orang (hilang 502 orang), Gempa di Padang, Longsor di Depok&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-1951922217890749057?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/1951922217890749057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=1951922217890749057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/1951922217890749057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/1951922217890749057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/10/mari-berdoa-buat-negeri-kita.html' title='Mari berdoa buat negeri kita...'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-6570047362967319711</id><published>2010-10-26T16:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T16:16:01.672+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Holding On = Letting Go</title><content type='html'>Aku rasa aku telah berdamai dengan kenyataan bahwa hidup itu tidak harus selalu tentang berada di atas dan merasa senang SETIAP SAAT. Dulu aku berpikir kalau hidup itu all about holding on... hang on tight, don't lose your grip... tapi sebenarnya, terkadang, letting go...moving on is the next best thing.&lt;br /&gt;Ketika aku sedang senang, amat sangat senang, ingin sekali rasanya detik itu aku tuangi formalin, aku awetkan, biar aku bisa selalu sesenang itu...berada di titik kebahagiaan itu, selama mungkin. Tapi kemarin satu hal menyadarkanku betapa salah pemikiranku itu.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Hari Senin kemarin termasuk hari yang cukup aktif buatku, aku harus bolak-balik keluar rumah untuk dokumen2 residency ku di Belanda, pagi-pagi musti ke Balai kota sama Rio trus siangnya harus ke kantor imigrasi dan ke city center buat urus abonemen telponku. Belajar dari pengalaman sebelum-sebelumnya, aku masih harus beradaptasi kembali dengan cuaca sadis Belanda di musim gugur, aku kenakan leg warmer, baju lapis 4 (2 kaos, 1 flannel shirt dan 1 coat autumn) dan syal. Melangkah keluar apartment dengan percaya diri menggunung tapi begitu angin dingin berhembus kencang.......duuuaaammmn! dinginnya masih menusuk! Sambil melipat tangan di depan dada, aku berjingkat dan berlari kecil melewati taman samping bangunan apartment tempat tinggalku. Aku berjalan menuju halte tram yang tidak begitu jauh. Begitu melewati pepohonan rindang di taman tadi, langit biru cerah tersibak dari persembunyiannya. Semangatku dan rasa percaya diriku lambat laun naik kembali. Setibanya di halte, tram yang akan kunaiki masih beberapa menit lagi baru datang, dan disitulah keanehan terjadi, perlahan-lahan rasa nyaman menyelimuti tubuhku.....matahari bersinar!! dan hangatnya membelai kulitku.... dengan segala mekanisme sub-sadarnya, otot2 di bibirku mampu menarik dirinya sendiri dan menyunggingkan senyum di wajahku dan mataku memejamkan kelopaknya....menikmati indahnya, tenangnya dan tentramnya hatiku detik itu... Matahari yang sama yang sering ku kutuk2 di Indonesia ,,, mengalirkan semua sel2 bahagia ke dalam darahku... dan aku biarkan saja. Aku biarkan waktu berjalan tanpa aku berusaha menghentikan apapun. Aku hanya menikmatinya ketika dia datang menyapaku. Ketika tram mulai tampak dan berhenti di depanku, akupun memasukinya... pelan-pelan aku ditarik kembali ke alam rutinitas, yang waktu hanya mengalir tanpa kita rasakan pergantian detiknya... Seperti rencana semula, haripun bergulir dengan aku menyelesaikan urusan2 dengan legal documents ku.&lt;br /&gt;Dan ketika sekarang aku mengetik entry ini, yang aku ingat jelas dari hariku kemarin, adalah detik-detik "sepele" yang aku lewatkan dibawah hangatnya sinar matahari ketika aku menunggu tram di halte. Aku menyambutnya datang, memeluknya, dan melepas kepergiannya ketika hal lainnya harus terjadi dalam hidupku.&lt;br /&gt;Menerima sifat alam, bahwa segala sesuatu silih berganti. Menyambut dengan tangan terbuka apapun yang datang ke arah kita sama bermaknanya dengan melepasnya ketika dia harus beranjak. Dinginnya angin menyadarkanku betapa hangat sinar matahari...namun datang dan perginya....tidak dalam kekuasaanku,, menerima keduanya, apapun itu... menurutku, memang lebih indah begitu ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-6570047362967319711?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/6570047362967319711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=6570047362967319711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/6570047362967319711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/6570047362967319711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/10/holding-on-letting-go.html' title='Holding On = Letting Go'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-3066641412724214675</id><published>2010-10-25T19:05:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T16:12:18.749+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whats going on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendships'/><title type='text'>good times</title><content type='html'>Let me just give a quick shout out to anybody out there who are actually reading my crap intently, well, Thank you!! and for those who actually burn some extra calories by dropping some lines off at the comment section, you guys don't know how much they meant for me, I really appreciate that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this weekend was another BLAST! I haven't had that much fun since ....I can't remember when. Saturday, started off with me attempting to jog around the neighborhood with Rio. But, damn! my ears hurt real bad.... the wind was way too harsh and too cold, I'm almost sure it caused me brain freeze. So, I ended up making myself look like a joke to Rio, we were probably out only for 10 minutes but I wanted to head back already. O well, you gotta give me some credit for even trying, right?! :p Me and housemates planned to eat dimsum at Oriental City later that day, we had reservation at 12. So at 11.30, the five of us, left our apartment and headed to Amsterdam. The restaurant was packed! like always... good thing Engkong came on time, saved the table for us, because we got there a little late and looking at how full that restaurant was, they could have easily dismissed our reservation and give our table to some other customers. Dimsums were great! we had the chinese pancakes (the ones stuffed with peking duck) as well, I almost forgot how good those things taste... The Chinese knew exactly that dimsums are meant for sharing, this type of cuisine really brings people together especially with the spinning center, the boys just could not stop playing around with it, they love teasing by spinning it each time someone tried to take the food... Good thing the rain poured so hard that day, so we decided to just grab coffee at Bijenkorf cafe. Ah.....it's really great to just stay inside, be warm and dry, enjoying a cup coffee and just chat...chat away with friends... It's like we never run out of topics, though mostly they're light, easy and meaningless...but I guess that's exactly what I need. It's been a while since I felt that comfortable to be around people... we were definitely having so much fun, that we almost lost track of time. The afternoon didn't end there...we hit Pathe Bijlmer and watch Bruce Willis' latest movie -RED-.... and this is one of the best action movies that I've seen lately, don't even try to compare this movie with the A-team or The Expendables...cause RED is wayyyy better!! you Rock Bruce! And finally, we wrapped this day by having dinner and movie night at home....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how simple things could make my life seems so fulfilling.....seems so joyful...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-3066641412724214675?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/3066641412724214675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=3066641412724214675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/3066641412724214675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/3066641412724214675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/10/good-times.html' title='good times'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-1316417892723644726</id><published>2010-10-22T09:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T15:00:02.469+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><title type='text'>progress in the process</title><content type='html'>Tepat satu minggu yang lalu aku tiba disini. Ada kemajuan-kemajuan kecil yang aku capai dalam proses penyesuaian diri kembali semenjak Jumat minggu lalu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pertama, bahasa inggrisku sudah kembali mulai bisa dimengerti. Bagaimana aku tahu ini? karena paling tidak interview pertamaku kemarin berjalan dengan 2 pihak paham maksud satu sama lain tanpa banyak pertanyaan seperti, "I beg your pardon?", ""Could you please rephrase your question?" atau as simple as "Whaaaattt???!" (sambil membelalakan mata karena tidak percaya apa yang didengarnya).... Untungnya...worst scenarios diatas tidak terjadi. Akan tetapi, saya tetap Puspita yang sama, ga peduli pakai bahasa apa, saya tipe orang yang "njeplak"dulu baru mikir, alias "speak now, think later", dan reaksi saya akan kegugupan adalah untuk ngomong secepat mungkin, jadi kemarin pas interview, kira-kira inilah yang terjadi ...sepersekian detik setelah aku ngomong baru otakku memproses apa yang mulutku baru keluarkan, gumaman-gumaman dalam pikiranku seperti "Hmmm...that does sound make sense, doesn't it?" , "OMG...Poor grammar...Poor grammar!!", "Wait !!...what did I just say?? NOOO....!!! I think I just screwed my very first interview! Well done Puspita.." Yeaahh.....one of many disadvantages being me ;). I guess, aku harus berterimakasih akan kehadiran native speaker di flat Ruthie ini. Dengan adanya makhluk asal Inggris ini, anak-anak rumah jadi ngomong Inggris even curse in English, everytime he's around... And he LIKES to be around so much :P....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kedua, aku sudah bisa naik bis dan tram dengan OV chipkaart. Persis saat aku meninggalkan Belanda tahun lalu, seminggu kemudian pemerintah Belanda memperkenalkan sistem ticketing baru untuk alat transportasi mereka yaitu, OV chipkaart, menggantikan strippenkaart yang udah juaadull bin bahelak itu. Kartu semacam ini sudah dipakai sejak dahulu kala di negara-negara Eropa yang lain, tapi dasar Belanda old school abis...jadinya baru tahun lalu mereka resmi pakai sistem ini. Tapi satu hal yang aku bener-bener ga suka dari sistem ini adalah,, I always forget to check out each time I step out of the bus/tram!! and they'll deduct 4 freakin euros from my balance for that!! Itulah kelicikan dari sistem ini, kita harus check in ketika masuk, dan check out pas keluar.... dan orang2 selemot dan sepikun aku terlalu susah mengingat untuk check out,, akibatnya... saya jadi harus belajar bersahabat dengan denda 4 Euro :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketiga, kembali pada menu sehat n masakan rumah! Aku sudah amat sangat kangen sama yoghurt n susu disini, bener-bener banyak macemnya dan terpercaya kualitasnya. Belanja di supermarket pertama kali minggu kemarin, langsung aku comot yoghurt kesukaanku Almhof rasa strawberry. Dan untuk campurannya aku beli peach dan pear.... aku merasa kayak orang paling sehat sedunia makan beginian untuk sarapan :D Dan soal masakan rumah, di flat ini kita tinggal berlima, dan tiap orang paling tidak dapet jatah sekali untuk masak buat makan malam serumah. Dan lagi-lagi gara-gara si bule itu orang super sehat, jadi kita mau ga mau harus menyamai (atau mendekati lah) standar masakan dia, yang ga pake minyak goreng 2 kali, lebih sering pake olive oil, ga banyak (kalo bisa sama sekali ga ada) gorengan, banyak sayur dll Pertamanya semuanya ini kedengeran begitu intimidating, tapi lama-lama sepertinya kita bisa menyesuaikan ritmenya... dan yang jelas hal ini benefit us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keempat, aku sudah tidak menghabiskan separuh hariku untuk membaca blog-blog gosip dan fanfiction! (seperempat hari laah.....:p) tempat tongkronganku terbaru sekarang.... WWW.MONSTERBOARD.NL..... hehehhe, selain browsing2 dan apply lowongan pekerjaan, aku seneng liatin seberapa banyak perusahaan yang tertarik akan CV ku... jadi aku rajin klik refresh button untuk tahu dah ada berapa employer ngintip CV ku hari itu... berharap semoga dari yang berkunjung ke profilku itu ada yang telpon atau email aku..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelima, dan yang paling meaningful of all, is that I AM considerably HAPPY (er). Memang, aku masih sering kangen sama adikku, dan sering wonder how he's doing...tapi apart from that, I am grateful for every single second I spend here...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-1316417892723644726?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/1316417892723644726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=1316417892723644726&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/1316417892723644726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/1316417892723644726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/10/progress-in-process.html' title='progress in the process'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-3466932320152630075</id><published>2010-10-19T15:43:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T15:00:02.470+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><title type='text'>I am back to the land of cheese and mills</title><content type='html'>Aku telah resmi kembali ke negara Belanda. Aku akan mencoba mendeskripsikan apa yang aku rasakan lewat kata-kata, which is not a very easy thing to do, tapi akan tetap aku coba. Well, perasaanku ketika mendarat di Schiphol, sangat mirip dengan saat aku mendarat di Soekarno Hatta setelah 2 tahun tidak pulang ke tanah air. Rasanya seperti coming home...., aneh bukan?? tapi tampaknya selama ini aku secara diam diam telah menyimpan Belanda jauh di dalam diriku, menjadikannya bagian besar dariku, jadi ketika aku benar-benar tiba kembali disini, rasanya hanya seperti membuka sebuah album foto lawas, atau mendengarkan kembali lagu lagu dari koleksi CD tahun lalu.... rasanya seperti...pulang...&lt;br /&gt;I guess, Belanda tidak pernah benar-benar pergi dari hidupku. Dan aku tak (atau belum) pernah benar-benar ingin mengakhiri babak hidupku disini. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jujur, ada sebagian besar dari diriku senang, sangat senang malah, untuk kembali kesini. Hidup terasa jauh lebih mudah disini (terutama sekarang). Terasa lebih pasti dan meyakinkan. Aku ingin menjadi orang yang jauh lebih baik ketika aku disini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi jujur lagi, aku takut. Aku takut aku kehilangan.... dan terkadang aku merasa aku seperti di alam antara ketika aku disini. Seperti mengambang. Tak peduli seberapa banyak yang aku capai ketika aku berada disini, aku belum (atau mungkin tak akan) pernah benar-benar merasa telah meraih tujuan akhir itu.&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin inilah yang terjadi ketika hidup memberimu pilihan. Life becomes complicated. Menjadi bingung untuk memilih. Tapi jika tak ada pilihan, kita akan menghabiskan sebagian besar dari hidup kita untuk mengeluh atas ketiadaannya sambil membayangkan keberadaannya.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Sekarang yang penting, aku yakin seyakin yakinnya, aku telah berada di tempat yang tepat. Because this feels right to me... satu hal yang benar-benar masih mengganjal memang adikku, tapi semoga keputusanku inipun membawa kebaikan buatnya. Satu hari diapun akan mengepakkan sayapnya dan dia butuh belajar untuk terbang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belanda masih tetap belanda, dingin, berangin, mendung. Dan orang Belanda masih seperti orang Belanda, gede badannya, ga punya taste akan cara berpakaian, n ngerasa paling bener sendiri. Sebenernya hampir tidak ada yang berubah disini, tapi aku datang dengan setumpuk kangenku.... aku melihat hal-hal itu itu dengan tangan terbentang siap memeluk mereka semua! I don't mind them anymore. In fact, I've been missing them! Aku jadi ingat salah satu ajaran biksu Budha yang bukunya sedang aku baca sekarang bahwa segala hal itu tergantung bagaimana kamu melihatnya, dari sudut pandang mana kamu ingin memandangnya. Ketika aku memandang Belanda sebagai tempat aku harus bekerja keras membanting tulang demi membayar sekolah, tempat aku terdampar sebelum akhirnya aku dapat kembali ke tanah air, aku melihat semua nya seperti berkabut asap gelap,muram. Tapi ketika sekarang aku datang kembali dengan membawa harapan akan masa depan, apapun yang tersuguh di depan mataku...aku melihatnya sebagai peluang dan kesempatan. Itulah kekuatan sudut pandang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyy, cerita dikit apa yang sudah aku lakukan hari-hari pertamaku disini. Aku ketemuan sama Memel n Ivana di Amsterdam, superrrr menyenangkan, kita makan bareng di Wingkee n ngobrol like there's no tomorrow. It was too much fun to see them again. Dan jelas saya makan makanan favorit saya, Fo-nam alias geroosterd spek!! super lekker!! Jalan2 di Amsterdam sama Rio...hmmm...rasanya seperti mimpi, siapa nyangka aku bakalan balik lagi buat ngelakuin semua hal ini. Walopun sekarang gaya...ga naik kereta lagi ni.. naik mobil sekarang, BMW lagi! hahahahhha..... punya temen sih.. but who cares, yg penting kenaikan status ...wkwkwk... dari yg biasanya kemana2 ngonthel bo.. Dan hari Minggu kemaren ga kalah menyenangkan, sepupuku dek Drian dateng nyamperin aku di Utrecht, ngobrol2 bareng n akhirnya kita sempet jalan2 window shopping Utrecht di hari minggu bersama Rio n flatmate baruku, Juan. I really love Utrecht! Ga sebesar Amsterdam ga sekecil Haarlem, kanal-kanalnya indah banget... kemaren kita masuk katedral n taman dibelakangnya... dan ngafe di salah satu french brasserie di daerah katedral situ. Aaaa....what a perfect weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay people, kembali lagi ke dunia nyata, browsing2 kerjaan n ngecek email dulu ya....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-3466932320152630075?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/3466932320152630075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=3466932320152630075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/3466932320152630075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/3466932320152630075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-am-back-to-land-of-cheese-and-mills.html' title='I am back to the land of cheese and mills'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-8084008935354876192</id><published>2010-10-13T03:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T03:07:13.612+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ima be flying cloud number 9&lt;br /&gt;literally and metaphorically&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always have loved Fridays..... but this coming Friday has got to be waaaayy up there, topping off the chart!&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-8084008935354876192?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/8084008935354876192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=8084008935354876192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/8084008935354876192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/8084008935354876192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/10/ima-be-flying-cloud-number-9-literally.html' title=''/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-6794347877433158862</id><published>2010-10-07T15:10:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T15:00:02.470+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><title type='text'>tinggal 3 hari di Solo</title><content type='html'>Waktu berjalan super cepat sekarang. Besok Jumat, lalu Sabtu dan Minggu... kemudian Senin pagi aku terbang ke Jakarta, seminggu kemudian... aku kembali berada di negara kedua yang telah membesarkanku, Belanda. Dan masih belum tahu kapan lagi aku akan menginjakkan kaki di kota kesayanganku ini, kapan lagi aku bercengkerama dengan adik, kakak, mbak dan ponakanku yang lucu. Belum lagi dengan sahabat-sahabat yang akhir ini terasa makin dekat.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh..Solo, bisa ga sih aku bawa kamu kemanapun aku pergi? Kalo kamu jadi koper ku, akan kuiisi kamu dengan semua orang tersayangku dan makanan-makanan kesukaanku dan mungkin sedikit "panas" mu (biar kalo winter terasa jadi sejuk dan tidak buat orang jadi beku). Aku bangga jadi orang Indonesia, tapi aku 10 kali lebih bangga jadi warga kota Solo. Aku suka penduduknya, aku suka tradisinya -baik yang abstrak maupun non-abstrak-, aku suka warung2nya, aku suka pasarnya, aku suka jalanannya, tapi dari semuanya... yang paling aku suka adalah perasaanku ketika aku berada disini, aku merasa menjadi miliknya, aku merasa kota ini milikku dan aku bukan orang asing disini.&amp;nbsp; Aku mengenalnya.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi perpisahan ku dengan Solo, ada baiknya. Aku akan merindunya setengah mati di perantauan. Jadi ketika aku pulang nanti, mataku hanya akan melihat segala yang baik dan indah darinya, dan aku akan jatuh cinta lebih dalam lagi pada nya. Jaga dirimu baik-baik ya kotaku tersayang.... meski rupamu akan banyak berubah dan bertambah molek ketika kita berjumpa nanti, tapi aku tahu hatimu akan selalu senyaman seperti ketika pertama kita bertemu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku titipkan semua orang tercintaku di tanganmu, aku cinta kamu. Sampai jumpa kampung halamanku :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads of love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your citizen -pita-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-6794347877433158862?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/6794347877433158862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=6794347877433158862&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/6794347877433158862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/6794347877433158862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/10/tinggal-3-hari-di-solo.html' title='tinggal 3 hari di Solo'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-8029303980165222792</id><published>2010-09-30T07:00:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T07:15:23.446+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><title type='text'>another milestone to look back someday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;Finally! Amazing grace… My long awaited MVV application has been approved by the very "competent and quick" people of IND (The Netherland's Immigration office). I just called the Dutch Embassy and got an appointment date 12 days from now, which is exactly on the 12&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of October, to collect my visa =) And I'll be flying out on the 13&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;. I'm having a mixed feeling about this though, I know I want this so bad and I know this is right for me but having been home for these last 12 months kinda makes it (even more) harder for me to leave.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;Again, I have to move away from the people I love to be with someone I equally love…  I know staying is not a wise option now, I can't stay (yet), that's why I need to get my act together and be strong to pull this off. To my beloved family and friends here back home: "Guys, I will miss you…every single day of my life there, but life goes on and we'll get through this alright'. Thank you so much for all the good things you guys have given me. Let's wish us all the best out of life, and we'll see each other soon."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;And of course, this time around, I will leave with no guilt hanging on my shoulder. I am a free bird. Sky is my limit. My ultimate goal is now to find a way to be ME, to figure out how I want to live out the rest of my life and be happy with it. I'm not running from anything anymore. I go on my own pace, towards my happy place. Thank God I found a kindred soul in my boyfriend, who's been nothing but supportive and understanding.  Honey, I promise you, one day, we'll be looking back at this day and knowing that this is all worth it. I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;For now, I got some packing to do -to fit my life into a suitcase that should not be over 20kgs-, some farewell to bid, some flight tickets to book, a decent apartment to reserve, and loads of good lucks to wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;Pita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-8029303980165222792?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/8029303980165222792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=8029303980165222792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/8029303980165222792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/8029303980165222792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/09/post-that-i-will-look-back-someday.html' title='another milestone to look back someday'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-3475250382712767439</id><published>2010-09-29T07:46:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T07:49:49.658+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;apa bedanya perubahan dengan KFC delivery guy??&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ketika KFC delivery guy, yang kita tunggu-tunggu dengan tidak sabarnya, mengetuk pintu, kita akan menghambur keluar, tanpa pikir-pikir membuka pintu, tersenyum lebar menyapa dan menuntaskan transaksi, dan menuju meja makan dan sesegera mungkin melahap habis seember potongan ayam goreng itu! KFC selalu terasa sama enaknya seperti yang sudah-sudah =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ketika perubahan, yang kita tunggu dan tunggu dan berdoa agar segera tiba, akhirnya benar tiba dan mengetuk pintu, keringat dingin mengucur, kita berjalan mengendap-endap, mengintip dari jendela, lempar koin, memutar ragu handle pintu, tersenyum tipis menyapanya sambil berharap tidak memesan perubahan yang salah.... apakah perubahan yang ini akan membawa kebahagiaan?? karena pengalaman dengan beberapa perubahan, yang sudah-sudah pun tak selalu mempunyai rasa yang sama...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-3475250382712767439?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/3475250382712767439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=3475250382712767439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/3475250382712767439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/3475250382712767439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/09/apa-bedanya-perubahan-dengan-kfdelivery.html' title=''/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-9160326792258249032</id><published>2010-09-26T11:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T11:26:36.589+02:00</updated><title type='text'>my great ways to spend the weekends ;)</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Weekend&lt;/u&gt;. Pas aku masih kerja Monday to Friday 9 to 5, weekend itu bagaikan rahmat Tuhan luar biasa. Rasanya 5 hari aku bekerja mati-matian itu, hanya untuk dapat menikmati 2 hari di penghujung minggunya, Sabtu dan Minggu. Senangnya bukan main kalau sudah hari Jumat, apapun yang terjadi di kerjaan pada hari Jumat, aku hadapin dengan senyuman lebar, hati hangat pikiran dingin, masuk kerja, kerja, pulang kerja, SENANG. Tidak akan ada yang salah pada hari Jumat, karena 2 hari berikutnya hasta la vista work ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi sebenernya ngapain aja yah aku selama weekend itu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, biasanya weekend aku bagi menjadi 2 part yang biasanya "tone" nya beda banget, Saturday is fun and active day sedangkan Sunday is all about relax and chilling out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Saturday--- the young part of weekend----&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;• Exercise&lt;/i&gt;: Biasanya Sabtu, (terutama kalau Jumat malemnya aku menghabiskan waktu dengan beradab, ga ada party atau undangan arisan gambreng di rumah ato kamar temen yang bisa ampe tengah malam :p) aku bangun pagi. Sekitar jam 7, cuci muka, minum air putih, pake jaket, ambil running shoes, pasang mp3 player di kuping, aku lari ama Rio mengelilingi neighborhood sekuatnya. Biasanya sih larinya sekitar 30-45 menit aja. Pas pulang, kalo masih kuat ya sprint, klo ga ya jalan. Biarpun cuman bentar, tapi setelah 5 hari kali 8 jam duduk di depan layar komputer, lari-lari kecil bikin bener-bener seger badan. Tapi kalo ujan pagi itu atau ada salju apa es nempel di jalan, ya nglanjutin molor :p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Sleep in:&lt;/i&gt; Kalo Jumat malem hang out mpe malem, biasanya paginya ya tiduurrr mpe jam 9 ato 10 an. Menikmati tidur panjang n bangun bukan karena bunyi alarm...aaahhh...enak poll =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Groceries&lt;/i&gt;: Karena di Belanda kebanyakan supermarket n toko2 lainnya tutup di hari Minggu, jadinya biasanya Sabtu aku musti ngecekin kulkas n lemari makanan, apa2 yang abis aku tulis ato inget2 aja. Sambil ngeluarin sisa2 bahan makanan, aku bikin sarapan ala kadarnya. Berbekal list itu, menuju supermarket terdekat atau pasar akhir minggu untuk berbelanja... Tapii.... walopun ada list, seringnya begitu sampai di kasir, barang2 ajaib suka nongol...semacam: es krim, pistache, bitter chocolate, bakpao, atau keripik2 ga jelas, yang bikin Rio meringis....hehehehehhehe (jd tau kan kenapa aku tambah tebel aja klo dah nyampe sana wkwkwkwk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• (Window) Shopping:&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; Ini adalah salah satu kegiatan yang paling seriiiingg aku ma Rio lakukan tiap Sabtu. Padahal punya uang ya engga, tapi gayanya tiap hari mantengin toko-toko...sok-sok bakal beli padahal sebenernya nunggu diskonnya keluar... Ga jarang loh kita masuk toko yang sama tiap minggu cuman ngecekin apa baju yg kita pengenin dah di diskon, sabar yaah kita??! Kadang juga cuman jalan aja, liat2 apa yang lagi &lt;i&gt;in&lt;/i&gt;, coba-coba baju di kamar pas...hueheuheuhue... (&lt;b&gt;warning:&lt;/b&gt; klo iman ga kuat, nyobain baju trs liat dah bagus di badan walopun harga ga realistis bisa main comot aja alias gesek-sekarang-pikir-akhir-bulan-sindrom), jd buat yang blm kuat imannya tidak disarankan hal ini!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;• Brunch (or dine) out:&lt;/i&gt; Jajan-jajan makanan kecil sambil jalan-jalan di kota, kayak beli turkse pizza, patat, lumpia vietnam atau suikau di stand open air market. Tp kalo lagi pengeeeen banget, n pas kita jalan2nya di Amsterdam, kita makan di restaurant cina all time favorit nya student Indo, New King (atau deketnya Febo, namanya lupa), murah, enak n gede porsinya. Cocok bangett buat kebo-kebo rakus pelajar dan mantan pelajar Indo :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;• Kongkow di taman kota liat bebek ama anjing: &lt;/i&gt;Kalo kegiatan yang satu ini, biasanya aku sendirian, ga sama Rio atau temen lain, soalnya biasanya taman kota itu salah satu tempat yg aku datangi ketika aku pengen sendiri n hanya di temenin sebuah buku dan musik. Mungkin ini ga gitu active, tp ini salah satu aktivitas favoritku di hari libur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;• City (country) hopping: &lt;/i&gt;bosen jalan-jalan di situ-situ aja, kadang aku ma Rio n temen-temen memutuskan untuk mengunjungi kota lain di Belanda, biar dapet suasana baru. Seperti ketika memel dan peugeot mungilnya membawaku ke factory outlet di Den Bosch... atau waktu itu bareng ma temen-temen serumah merencanakan weekend break bareng ke Praha (mumpung ada promosi tiket). Walaupun untuk kegiatan bareng2 semacam ini perlu perencanaan at least 1 bulan sebelumnya, mengingat perlu booking ini-itu buat disananya. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;• Get fresh flowers: &lt;/i&gt;satu hal yang aku kagumi dari Belanda adalah bunga segar nya yang macem-macem n superr indah! Kebiasaan membeli bunga aku dapat dari kebiasaan orang-orang Belanda yang kalo weekend suka membeli bunga-bunga segar dan kemudian mengganti bunga-bunga di rumahnya yang sudah bertahan seminggu di dalam vas. Rasanya bunga-bunga di rumah pun segar bugar siap menyambut minggu baru. (Tapi dulu aku jarang beli bunga, soalnya hampir tiap minggu dapat bunga dari tempat Rio kerja.... rasanya seneeeng banget dapet bunga gratisan tiap minggu...kangeennya :))&amp;nbsp; Muga-muga nanti diberi rejeki buat beli bunga lagi .....after all Puspita itu kan artinya bunga ...hehehhehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;• Put some recipe to the test: &lt;/i&gt;Kalo mau nyoba nyoba resep baru, Sabtu adalah harinya!! Mau masak ikan bakar, buntut asam manis, shabu-shabuan, masakan asia maupun yg kebarat-baratan, bikin kue-kue atau mau nyobain nge-mix Mojito sendiri....kalo hari Sabtu..hayuk mariiii...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;• Socialize: &lt;/i&gt;Telpon keluarga solo, arisan ibu-ibu PKK ama penghuni rumah yang cewe, bikin small get together ama anak2, atau YM an ama temen-temen di tanah air, menghibur diri walaupun bikin dosa dengan ngomongin berita-berita yang penting penting ga penting...hehehehhehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;• Last not but not leat...partyyy! &lt;/i&gt;Walopun aku bukan pecinta keramaian ataupun party, tapi sekali apa dua kali setahun, dengerin musik jedang-jedung, ngobrol sambil teriak-teriak, lompat-lompat bareng di dance floor sama temen-temen sambil minum sedikit alkohol, aku ga masalah, I'm okay with that :D&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Sunday ---- Sunday morning rain is falling....calming part of the weekend ----&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="postxt" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Even  if you have twenty things you have to accomplish on Monday, just relax  on Sunday. 'Tomorrow,' as they say, 'will take care of itself.' &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;• Cook easy comfort food: &lt;/i&gt;Dah ga masak yang aneh-aneh lagi, masak yang gampang-gampang tapi tetep yang bikin hepi.... bikin pancake, atau club sandwich, atau macaroni n cheese atau tempe goreng n sambel ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;• Decorating!: &lt;/i&gt;Salah satu kegiatan favorittt.... mengutak atik kamar, naruh bunga, rapi-rapiin lemari baju, rak buku, geser-geser perabotan kalo emang udah agak bosen, pasang wallpaper, atau ganti sprei n sarung-sarung bantal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;• Read: &lt;/i&gt;bisa baca buku atau baca-baca artikel di internet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;• Scrap booking:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt; Aku suka ngumpulin tiket-tiket masuk, gambar-gambar yg menarik dan inspirational yg aku potong dari majalah atau surat kabar, n foto2 kecetak tapi blm masuk album dan menurutku cara terbaik buat mengorganisir nya adalah dengan bikin scrap book...&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;• Stay in bed and watch movies: &lt;/i&gt;pop some corn, pull up your blanket, curl up underneath it, n watch some latest movies.... de.light.ful ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;•&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;Listen to some music (n sing):&lt;/i&gt; Musik yang dimainkan benar-benar tergantung mood, kalo lagi pengen semangat ya dengerin rock alternatives, klo lg pengen nyantai ya dengerin lounge music, kalo winter menjelang natal ya pasang lagu-lagu natal.... sky is the limit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;• Writing: &lt;/i&gt;do i need to say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;• Doing house chores: &lt;/i&gt;Yang satu ini yang&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;kurang favorit, tapi bagaimana lagi. Bersih-bersih satu hal yang harus dilakukan, hukumnya wajib jee... tapi capeknya langsung ga kerasa kalo ngeliat semuanya dah bersih bersinar kembali..it's all worth it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;• Laundry n pressing: &lt;/i&gt;Nyuci baju n setrika... seneng-seneng ga seneng, sama kayak bersih-bersih lah, pas ngelakuinnya agak males, tapi kalo dah liat tumpukan baju bersih, wangi n tertata rapi di dalam lemari rasanya puaaaas banget2an. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;• Merawat&amp;nbsp; diri: &lt;/i&gt;Semua produk memanjakan tubuh keluar dari tempatnya, sabunan pake scrub, keramas trs bilas pake conditioner (klo pas hari kerja males bgt kalo musti bilas pake conditioner :p), ngerapiin alis, cukur-cukur yang perlu dicukur, masker an. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;• Last but not least (part 2) mendekatkan diri pada Yang Kuasa: &lt;/i&gt;hmmm....jujur... masih sering lupanya daripada ingetnya, tapi kalo pas lg bener, pasang aroma therapy di kamar, musik instrumental yang super slow, n baca buku-buku rohani. Bekal yang paling mantap buat menghadapi minggu berikutnya...jamin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, sekarang kalian tahu aku ngapain aja biasanya kalo wiken, kalo kalian ada more fun things to do, please do share with me yaa, biar tambah seru weekend saya berikut2nya.... =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a fantastic weekend everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-9160326792258249032?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/9160326792258249032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=9160326792258249032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/9160326792258249032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/9160326792258249032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-great-ways-to-spend-weekends.html' title='my great ways to spend the weekends ;)'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-4010012786950711062</id><published>2010-09-23T10:59:00.010+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T05:52:29.781+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just for fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>top 4 fictional male characters that I have had some hard times to stop daydreaming about</title><content type='html'>I’m feeling unbelievably HIGH today!!! I’m high on LIFE =)) Butterflies in my stomach and little chirping blue birds making translucent crown above my head…. While I’m on it, let me make a fun, no brainer, giggle-fueling entry on lovey dovey stuff…stuff that we should all be easy to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let’s talk about my favorite most romantic heroes be it in a movie or literature or series or anything…. The ones that had me momentarily delirious and kidnapped me away from this so-called reality.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here goes&lt;strike&gt; part 1 of &lt;/strike&gt;the list..... (i can't promise you of part 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;1.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Fitzwilliam Darcy – Pride and Prejudice&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bhawna.mauritian4u.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/mr-darcy-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://bhawna.mauritian4u.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/mr-darcy-2.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Siapa sih yang ga tau Mr Darcy?? Mr.Darcy sudah menjadi icon of the perfect lover yang paling dipuja oleh kaum wanita mungkin sejak awal tahun 1800an, ketika novel karya Jane Austen berjudul Price and Prejudice mulai beredar di Inggris. Tahun 2009 kemaren Mr. Darcy, pada hasil polling the Telegraph (surat kabar Inggris), menduduki peringkat ketiga tertinggi untuk the Most Romantic Heroes in British literature of all time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa sih yang bikin Mr.Darcy selegendaris itu (besides his obvious good looks and good fortune) ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada jaman Shakespeare, cewe tergila-gila dengan sosok seorang Casanova, dia digambarkan sebagai seorang womanizer who knows exactly which buttons he needs to press when it comes to wooing the ladies. Jane Austen mendobrak ide lawas ini dengan memperkenalkan sosok seorang Mr.Darcy yang misterius, awkward, arrogant, yang sering bikin orang jadi salah paham akan semua tindakan dia. Akan tetapi sesungguhnya dibalik his skyscraping high pride, dia orang yang sangat sentimental, care dan setia. Darcy tidak tahu menunjukkan perasaannya kepada cewe yang dicintainya, semua tindakan yang sebenarnya dilakukannya out of his love for Elizabeth Bennet justru menjauhkan dia dari nya. Di cerita Pride and Prejudice ini, kita para cewe dibuat simpati dan ikut merasakan sakitnya jadi Mr. Darcy yang selalu salah dimengerti oleh orang yang dicintainya.&amp;nbsp; Dan, in the process, we secretly craving for our own Mr. Darcy, the man who passionately in love with you and would do anything for you, in his own unique way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaawww….. Mr.Darcy, you’ll always be my number 1!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Edward Cullen – Twilight&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" src="http://planetnora.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/edward-cullen-desk.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Robert Pattinson as Edward Cullen&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://planetnora.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/edward-cullen-desk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warning for Twilight hater: SKIP this number! I'm serious !! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percaya atau tidak, aku TIDAK jatuh cinta dengan Edward setelah melihat Robert Pattinson di Twilight. Pertama kali aku melihat film ini, malah aku sama sekali tidak mengerti whats the fuzz all about. R-Patz memang cakep tapi tidak se-spesial itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampe kira-kira bulan November tahun 2009 yang lalu ketika aku harus menjaga ibuku di rumah sakit selama sebulan, aku benar-benar butuh bacaan yang bisa untuk beberapa waktu membawaku keluar dari dunia sakit dan penyakit. Bacaan yang bisa benar-benar absorb me physically and emotionally, sesuatu yang numbing n addicting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya, ketika aku sedang jalan di Gramed aku liat New Moon di rak best-seller n decided to give Twilight Saga a second try.&amp;nbsp; New Moon, menurutku, the worst book out of 4! Tapi, buku ini tidak gagal untuk memancing rasa penasaranku untuk terus dan terus membaca sampai akhirnya aku beli buku ke-3 Eclipse dilanjutkan buku ke-4 Breaking Dawn dan akhirnya aku memutuskan melengkapi koleksiku dengan buku pertamanya. And finally, I don't know how, I found myself caught up with all the hype. On intellectual level, aku akui Twilight mungkin hanya mendapat rate 2 out of 10 tapi on &lt;strike&gt;delusional&lt;/strike&gt; emotional level (terutama di saat-saat terberatku itu) I gave (Edward and) Twilight 9, 5 out of 10. This story is exactly the kind of drug I was looking for, it's a no brainer romance, and it offers a fantasy world where I could easily escape into. So at the end, I don’t care what people say, I am a Twi-Hard!! I owe this saga that much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa yang bisa aku katakan tentang daya tarik seorang Edward? Mostly, he’s got the whole Darcy formula going on with his mysteriousness, aloofness and no-good-with-words-but-loud-on-action kind of guy. He sweeps you off your feet with his incredibly good looks, protective nature, sweet sweet words and convince us from time time that he got his eyes set only for Bella and head over heels for her. Butttt, the idea of a guy saving himself for the one he loves until they got married?? That one totally did it! He’s dangerous, beautiful, super-intelligent, loaded plus having a high virtue, tell me you don’t dig those qualities in men…….!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: Gara-gara baca saganya, akhirnya aku juga go gaga over R-Patz :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;3.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; George Knightley – Emma&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mamapop.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/2008/06/12/eyecandyjeremynortham.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mamapop.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/2008/06/12/eyecandyjeremynortham.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.mamapop.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/2008/06/12/eyecandyjeremynortham.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ahhhhh….Jane Austen lagi Jane Austen lagi!.... ya maap! Can’t help it…;) nge-fans je….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma beda banget sama Elizabeth Bennet di Pride and Prejudice, Emma Woodhouse adalah gadis muda yang datang dari keluarga berada, ga pernah kesusahan, dan agak manja. Dia murah hati dan suka menolong, walaupun kadang caranya salah. Mr. Knightley, adalah kakak ipar Emma&amp;nbsp; (kakak dari suami kakaknya emma), salah satu sahabat terbaik Emma yang suka memperingatkan Emma kalau dia udah mulai bertindak seenaknya sendiri. Kedekatannya dengan Emma membuat dia perlahan-lahan memendam cinta pada Emma tapi&amp;nbsp; kemudian menyadari perbedaan umur diantara mereka dan takut perasaannya akan merusak persabatan mereka berdua. Knightley, mewakili cowo-cowo yang bingung menentukan cara untuk keluar dari “friendship zone”.&amp;nbsp; Mr.Knightley, orang yang dekat dengan Emma, yang tahu pasti cara berpikirnya, apa yang dirasakannnya, yang suka nge-bully Emma kalau dia lagi down, namun juga yang harus berjalan menepi dan melihat dari kejauhan ketika Emma tertarik pada pria lain. Baru ketika ada wanita lain yang menginginkan Knightley, Emma sadar akan perasaannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, Mr.Knightley represents the one man we could never live without though it takes us to (almost) losing him to realize it!!&lt;br /&gt;Wake up…wake up.....sometimes the one we’ve been looking for has been standing there all along…waiting for our inner diva to come around and admit her feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;4.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Dao Ming Shi – Meteor Garden (Taiwan version of Boys Before Flowers)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Okvxi9RrsRc/SfuMXcnn-NI/AAAAAAAAACY/91XRdE3C_-s/s1600/110e4f9b8aed2fdae135ba90bdb68c9d1233258167_full.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Okvxi9RrsRc/SfuMXcnn-NI/AAAAAAAAACY/91XRdE3C_-s/s320/110e4f9b8aed2fdae135ba90bdb68c9d1233258167_full.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jerry Yen as Dao Ming Shi&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah kalountuk Dao Ming Shi, aku ga berhenti di kata suka atau day dream tentang dia, tapi aku go off the limit and do unspeakable things for my adoration of him!! Busyeet bener dah bahasanya…. wkwkwkwk. Aku punya pengalaman yang ga terlupakan akan Dao Ming Shi ini. Hari itu aku, putri n mey seharusnya belajar mati-matian untuk tes penjurusan kelas 3 yang berlangsung persis besok paginya. Ceritanya kita bertiga kumpul di rumah putri mau belajar bareng, tapi kita semua tahu kan, kalo belajar kelompok bareng temen cewek, ga akan berakhir dengan ilmu pengetahuan yang masuk ke kepala melainkan hal-hal ga penting. Sama seperti sore itu, mbutek liat LKS Biologi setelah melewatkan beberapa menit berpura-pura sok konsen, kita memutuskan untuk ga belajar n pasrah ama takdir Tuhan akan keenceran otak kita dan………. menyewa VCD Meteor Garden!! Oo….the things we do for Dao Ming Shi….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tahu kalian pasti tahu alasan kita jatuh cinta dengan Dao Ming Shi… besides the obvious, si Jerry Yen pas banget meraninnya, muka dia bisa berubah dari yang kocak, culun n kekanak-kanakan menjadi orang yang berdarah dingin, sombong dan terkadang depressed. Menurutku Meteor Garden season 1 bener-bener drama asia klasik yang masuk ke dalam kategori wajib&amp;nbsp; tonton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough with daydreaming....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From time to time, aku akui aku masih suka ngayal dan masuk ke dunia fantasi ngimpiin deretan cowo perfect dari victorian age sampe ke vampir vegetarian itu (dan beberapa cowo fiksi lainnya). Tapi, kalo lagi kumat benernya, the kind of guy I can actually picture myself to spend the rest of my life with (if I have to pick from a movie character) that would be ....... Sean Tuohy portrayed by Tim McGraw dari film Blind Side (which happens to be inspired by a real person!). Sean adalah seorang suami yang super generous, pengertian n ga banyak nuntut,  a silent supporter for her wife, sosok ayah yang hebat buat anak-anaknya dan yang jelas dia kenal baik sifat-sifat istrinya dan tau pasti bagaimana menghadapinya. The kind of guy who knows exactly how many type of smiles you have and what they each means, the kind who would just shake his head and grin silently at your oopsies, the kind that you can just be comfortable with, that would make your heart melt without burning your skin, and makes you all warm and fuzzy in the inside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news is, he's usually a non-fiction guy......and I think, I may have found him ;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See..?? Reality is not so bad afterall....... :) &lt;br /&gt;&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;img border="0" src="http://multimedia.heraldinteractive.com/images/1d002ba1cd_18tim1.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tim McGraw as Sean Tuohy (Blindside, 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://multimedia.heraldinteractive.com/images/1d002ba1cd_18tim1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-4010012786950711062?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/4010012786950711062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=4010012786950711062&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/4010012786950711062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/4010012786950711062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-feeling-unbelievably-high-today-im.html' title='top 4 fictional male characters that I have had some hard times to stop daydreaming about'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Okvxi9RrsRc/SfuMXcnn-NI/AAAAAAAAACY/91XRdE3C_-s/s72-c/110e4f9b8aed2fdae135ba90bdb68c9d1233258167_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-8279778340901243615</id><published>2010-09-21T06:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T05:52:52.534+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/TJg5YPyOddI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Lnj_YOWgOOE/s1600/pita.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/TJg5YPyOddI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Lnj_YOWgOOE/s320/pita.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;" Cause in your eyes I'd like to stay "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;- Thinking of You by Katy Perry -&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-8279778340901243615?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/8279778340901243615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=8279778340901243615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/8279778340901243615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/8279778340901243615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/09/cause-in-your-eyes-id-like-to-stay.html' title=''/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/TJg5YPyOddI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Lnj_YOWgOOE/s72-c/pita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-3785691985865732127</id><published>2010-09-17T02:05:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T02:39:36.586+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Review timeee: Perahu Kertas by Dee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;Atas rekomendasi mba Ajeng (saking prihatinnya beliau karena aku baca Twilight :p ) dan jeng Ruth (yang tak perlu diragukan lagi darah senimannya ;p), akhirnya aku beli juga ni buku. Buku berketebalan 440 an halaman ini memang menyenangkan untuk dibaca. Baru beli 3 hari yang lalu di Gramed, tapi sudah selesai baca pagi ini (masalah minusku bakal nambah berapa, itu urusan nanti). Mengutip yang jeng Ruth tulis di blognya, bahasa Dee kali ini ringan tapi tidak kehilangan keindahannya, bukan bahasa roman picisan yang muluk-muluk tapi justru  dengan kata-kata sederhananya, cerita ini terdengar lebih bersahaja dan menyentuh. Bercerita tentang perjalanan cinta dan meraih mimpi sepasang "sahabat", Kugy dan Keenan. Kugy, cewe cantik, 'selomprotan', tukang ngayal, bercita-cita menjadi juru dongeng. Keenan, cowo blasteran, cakep, cerdas, bercita-cita menjadi pelukis. Kugy mati-matian berusaha mengilustrasikan dongengnya dalam bentuk gambar, Keenan tak mampu melukis tanpa inspirasi dongeng karangan Kugy. Singkatnya, mereka berdua eksis untuk melengkapi satu sama lain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;Then we get to the serious bits....., beberapa point yang aku suka dengan novel ini adalah, satu, pesan moral utamanya yaitu kadang kita harus berputar untuk menjadi sesuatu atau melakukan sesuatu yang bukan diri kita untuk dapat menjadi kita. Passss banget menggambarkan situasi ku sekarang, aku ingin menulis dan menulis dan berkecimpung di dunia philanthropy, tapi apa daya, aku butuh uang, aku ga tau apa tulisanku komersiil dan ada yang mau baca dan aku tak bisa mengharapkan financial benefit dari dunia philanthropy. Kenyataan menuntut aku lebih practical, aku mencari kerja, melakukan sesuatu yang menghasilkan uang, menabung, sehingga kelak (atau untuk paruh waktunya) aku meraih kebebasan untuk menjadi diriku sendiri. Aku yakin aku tidak sendiri, aku yakin banyak dari kita yang mungkin harus naik kapal dulu ke Skandinavia, ambil kereta Trans Siberia melewati Rusia, kesasar ke Portugal, baru akhirnya bisa berakit-rakit dari Athena ke Roma. Memang tak banyak yang bisa mendapat kursi untuk penerbangan langsung from Home to Rome. Alasan kedua adalah karena salah satu inspirasi terbesar Dee menulis ini adalah film Reality Bites, which also happens to be, one of my favorite movies, Ethan Hawke n Winona Ryder!!&lt;a href="http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-personal-favorite-list-of-romantic.html"&gt; (click to see my previous entry on my favorite romantic movies list)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;Sedangkan untuk downsidenya,menurutku, waktu membaca buku ini aku tidak bisa untuk tidak mbayangin karakter–karakter di novel ini berlaku peran di sebuah drama komedi Korea atau serial kartun komik jepang ataaauu…. film Indonesia ber-genre BBB atau Jomblo mencari cinta (jangan salah, saya penggemar komik dan drama asia tapi saya tidak mengharapkan efek yang sama terjadi ketika membaca novel). Terlalu banyak kebetulan dan terlalu "cute". Mulai dari penggambaran Dee tentang Kugy dan caranya berbusana, sampai betapa polar (dan stereotype) nya deskripsi akan karakter-karakter utama nya. But again, mungkin memang target group pembacanya itu, yang suka tipe karakter seperti ini, dan bukan karakter-karakter yang terlalu realistis. Atau mungkin akunya yang mengharapkan sesuatu yang lain :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;Anyhoooo, sama sekali ga nyesel membeli dan membaca buku ini, xie xie buat rekomendasinya, moralnya dapet n senengnya juga dapet. Buat yang pada hobi angop2 ga jelas kalo lagi nunggu bis ato taksi atau ojek ato becak, mending baca buku ini.. ;p&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/TJKyrKgV-eI/AAAAAAAAAIA/OvG0I7sQmCo/s1600/Image1036.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/TJKyrKgV-eI/AAAAAAAAAIA/OvG0I7sQmCo/s320/Image1036.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-3785691985865732127?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/3785691985865732127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=3785691985865732127&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/3785691985865732127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/3785691985865732127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/09/review-timeee-perahu-kertas-by-dee.html' title='Review timeee: Perahu Kertas by Dee'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/TJKyrKgV-eI/AAAAAAAAAIA/OvG0I7sQmCo/s72-c/Image1036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-2059978084633023300</id><published>2010-09-15T05:13:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T10:28:41.372+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whats going on'/><title type='text'>So, how am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;All of a sudden, I feel like, maybeee…,  I do owe some explanation over my being and doing. It was quite for a while that I was feeling slightly offended by the very simple and basic question in every human being interaction which is ," How are you? or Apa kabar??" I truly absolutely loathed this supposedly "friendly" inquiry! I know it's no one's fault but mine that I was feeling the way I was feeling, but I was overly annoyed by this very inquisition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;And now, for all of you curious loved ones who really wanted (and care enough) to know how I'm doing right now…. well, the answer is, I.AM.COPING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;I wouldn't translate that into…" I'm doing great", but I wouldn't go for "I'm doing bad" either.  Things could have gone better, I admit. But I guess it's like saying, we could've avoided the war in Iraq, or Kenny should've been alive on this episode. What I'm trying to say is, (don't we like to think that) there are always better scenarios for life in general. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;My definition of a good day now is when I can detect any fluctuation in my spirit and how I have the ability to set the tone of my emotion for that day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;A great gratification may come over small victories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;Like today, I sit here, doing what I love most, having my moment with my laptop keyboard and my reading materials (newly purchased book Perahu Kertas by Dee &amp;amp; stuffs from the internet) while waiting for my washing machine draining its tank. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;Yesterday, I was grinning from ear to ear, smiling like freakin crazy, after reading some fan fiction and browsing latest Hollywood gossips.  Yes, FAN freakin FICTION! Pathetic, ha?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;The day before yesterday, I had trouble sleeping, lost my appetite, yawned and yawned, just wanted to get through the day and see the dusk. I can't remember any significant thing I did that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;Most time of my days, I read,  I sleep, I write, I watch some crime series or documentary films, more reading, I eat, I drink tea.. cups and cups of it, I chat with my bf, I eat ice cream, I do house chores. Ocassionaly, I chill out with my homies, or just with my bro then write again. All of the things, I thoroughly enjoy doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;Eventhough…still,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;I am coping with the lost of my mother, with my unemployment, with adjusting myself to be back home again, with being away from my boyfriend, with the feels-like-eternal-wait for IND to grant my visa, with my own struggle to find out which direction I should set my sail to. (mind you, this is NOT a list of complains)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;So, how do you think I am doing?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;I think that I'm doing just like what rest of the world do, struggling to find my own peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;But for now, for the sake of everyone's sanity, I'm just going to answer like I always do, &lt;b&gt;"I'm fine".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-2059978084633023300?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/2059978084633023300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=2059978084633023300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/2059978084633023300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/2059978084633023300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/09/so-how-am-i.html' title='So, how am I?'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-9087535182744045330</id><published>2010-09-03T04:51:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T06:59:04.942+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>One Woman’s Search for Everything – Eat, Pray, Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;Browsingku pagi ini membawaku ingin kembali meraih buku ini. Flashback memenuhi kepalaku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/TIBkmDtzgyI/AAAAAAAAAHw/LqYkmK_oS_4/s1600/Image1009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/TIBkmDtzgyI/AAAAAAAAAHw/LqYkmK_oS_4/s400/Image1009.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;Bulan Mei lalu ketika aku memutuskan untuk pergi berpetualang di Bali, tanpa agenda dan tanpa batas waktu, aku berpikir mungkin orang-orang di sekitarku berpikir klo aku "losing it". Kenapa seorang anak gadis yang sudah bisa dibilang "mapan" di Solo, punya kerjaan yang cukup representative, tiba-tiba memutuskan berhenti kerja dan pergi ke pulau asing, sendirian, tanpa tujuan yang pasti kemana dan untuk apa. Aku tak perlu orang-orang untuk membisikkan pertanyaan-pertanyaan itu untuk mengetahui kegundahan mereka, semua nya terbaca cukup jelas dari raut muka mereka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;Aku berusaha untuk tak peduli. Kata orang Jawa "mumpung gede rembulane, mumpung jembar kalangane" loosely translated, "mumpung masih muda dan masih ada kesempatan" kenapa tidak? 5 tahun dari sekarang mungkin aku sudah tak seleluasa ini melakukan&amp;nbsp; hal-hal spontan tanpa memikirkan dampaknya buat orang-orang selain aku (baca:future family). Aku ingat sebuah perkataan bijak, yang berkata bahwa, pada akhirnya nanti kita tidak akan menyesali hal-hal yang telah kita lakukan melainkan hal-hal yang tidak sempat kita lakukan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;Aku yakin akan keputusanku, untuk keluar dari pekerjaan itu, dan untuk melakukan perjalanan ini. Tiap kali niatku terhimpun bulat, samar-samar terdengar di kepalaku seorang voice over guy memberikan narasi akan judul trailer hidupku &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt; (aku memang selalu punya imajinasi gila membayangkan hidupku ini sebuah film yang diiringi soundtrack dan voice over :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;, "One Woman's Search for Everything Across the Island of the Gods". Apakah line ini kedengaran familiar di telinga Anda? Memang benar! Ini adalah tag line bukunya Elizabeth Gilbert: Eat Pray Love. Mau diakui atau tidak, buku ini mempunyai pengaruh yang cukup kuat padaku. Cukup sering aku berseru, "I feel it too!", di dalam batin tentunya, ketika aku membaca buku Eat Pray Love. Seruan nya kepada Yang Maha Esa, keraguannya akan arti hidup, kecintaannya akan travel dan menulis, kecerobohannya, her randomness (keacakkan dia?), kelelahannya akan stereotype yang orang berikan pada dirinya dan pengamatannya akan hal-hal sepele yang menurutnya justru luar biasa, I feel those too. Membaca buku ini, at times, rasanya seperti membaca pikiranku sendiri. Memang ada banyak keraguan yang aku dan Liz bagi, tapi ada satu hal yang aku sama sekali&lt;b&gt; tidak&lt;/b&gt; sama dengannya. Aku tak pernah meragukan keinginanku untuk menjadi seorang ibu dan menjadi seorang istri (semoga Tuhan memberkati keinginanku). Tapi aku memahami latar belakang kenapa dia tak pernah yakin atau bahkan ketakutan akan satu fase dalam hidup wanita itu (unlike me, Liz adalah seorang wanita yang amat sangat menarik dan pandai bergaul yang akhirnya membawa dia ke banyak perhentian dalam perjalanan cintanya). I feel remarkably blessed in this one department, no matter how many doubts clouded my mind, but that very one check point of life will always be as clear as blue sky to me.&lt;i&gt; "I am two women: one wants to have all the joy, passion and adventure that life can give me. The other wants to be a slave to routine, to family life, to the things that can be planned and achieved" (Eleven Minutes, Coelho)"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;Buku ini seperti buku self-help yang disamarkan dengan kisah yang manusiawi (dan kebetulan nyata) yang secara spesifik ditujukan untukku persis pada waktu itu (the darkest time of my life), seolah buku ini berkata , " It's okay not knowing where to go, it's okay to get confused and got lost for once in a while. It's human. " Aku bisa terus bercerita apa saja yang aku kagumi dari kisah-kisah di dalam EPL ini.  Tapi jika aku harus mengambil satu moral yang paling menonjol dari cerita perjalanan Liz dalam buku ini, adalah terkadang kita tak harus memilih. We can have the best of both worlds. Jika tak ingin memilih antara keindahan dunia dan spiritualitas, yang harus kita lakukan adalah menemukan keseimbangan diantara keduanya (nobody said it would be easy though).  Liz mengungkapkan mimpi keadaan utopianya ini melalui kata-katanya yang cerdas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/TIBlT1GwSPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/qS9_irMG3Ys/s1600/Image1004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/TIBlT1GwSPI/AAAAAAAAAH4/qS9_irMG3Ys/s400/Image1004.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;i&gt;"What if you could somehow create an expansive enough life that you could synchronize seemingly incongruous opposites into a worldview that excludes nothing? …………………………….I wanted worldly enjoyment and divine transcendence- the dual glories of human life." (Eat Pray Love - p.37)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;Blogger's note: though this book speaks to me, that doesn't mean that everyone else should feel the same way about it, afterall, "different folks, different strokes" ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-9087535182744045330?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/9087535182744045330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=9087535182744045330&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/9087535182744045330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/9087535182744045330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/09/one-womass-search-for-everything-eat.html' title='One Woman’s Search for Everything – Eat, Pray, Love'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/TIBkmDtzgyI/AAAAAAAAAHw/LqYkmK_oS_4/s72-c/Image1009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-7615408341155550427</id><published>2010-09-01T15:50:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T03:53:51.853+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just for fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indonesia'/><title type='text'>Om Pasikom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;Malam tiba. Telapak kaki rasanya "nyut-nyutan", mulai terasa capeknya. Hari ini memang agak melelahkan, aku dan kakak serta adikku pergi ke Semarang mengurus urusan pensiun ibuku yang ga kunjung kelar. Menggerogoti kesabaran. Birokrasi panjang dan lama untuk mendapatkan sesuatu yang semestinya sudah menjadi hak kita. Ya sudah lah…menggerutu dan mengeluh hanya membuat badan yang sudah capek ini jadi makin capek saja. Sebenarnya aku cukup senang hari ini, aku selalu cukup menyukai perjalanan agak panjang dengan mobil, terutama jika aku duduk di kursi penumpang. Aku suka tidur di dalam mobil. Getaran-getaran halus mesin mobil membuatku merasa seperti kakek-kakek yang terkantuk-kantuk duduk di kursi goyang. Selain itu, ada satu hal lagi yang tak kusangka membuatku senang hari ini. Aku telah dibuat senang oleh sebuah surat kabar. Biasanya, di meja warung-warung atau ruang tunggu di rumah sakit menyediakan kalau tidak Joglosemar, Solopos, ya JawaPos. Aku tidak mau membahas lebih lanjut mengenai 3 surat kabar lokal tersebut. Pagi ini di tengah perjalanan jauh kita adikku entah kenapa memutuskan membeli KOMPAS di persimpangan jalan ketika lampu merah. Sudah cukup lama aku tidak menyentuh surat kabar harian nasional itu.  Membaca surat kabar yang satu ini ternyata  rasanya "mencerdaskan". Dari topiknya, bahasanya dan cara mengupasnya, aahh…rasanya seperti berdiskusi dengan bahasa Indonesia yang baik dan benar bersama sekumpulan cendekiawan. Benar-benar suplemen otak. Rubrik-rubrik di KOMPAS selalu menarik, dari komentar Mang Usil, pojok karikatur, rubrik kilasan dunia, kupasan fenomena sehari-hari di masyarakan Indonesia maupun dunia, dan masih banyak yang lain, mereka semua "enchanting". Sekarang aku mengerti kenapa dulu ibuku tak bisa segera memejamkan mata ketika tidur siang, ketika KOMPAS terbaru berada di tangannya. Terlalu mengundang. Aku tak percaya, tapi sepertinya memang ini yang terjadi. Ujung-ujungnya, KOMPAS memberiku kepercayaan lagi akan intelektualitas warga bangsaku, kepercayaan akan adanya sekumpulan orang yang masih dapat memandang segala sesuatu dengan kacamata kejujuran dan obyektivitas tinggi, kepercayaan bahwa seterpuruk apapun bangsaku, masih ada segelintir orang ini yang akan memperjuangkan nya dengan mati-matian. Dan satu hal yang jelas tak boleh aku lupa untuk sebutkan, ujung-ujungnya juga, membaca KOMPAS membuatku jatuh cinta dengan bahasa bangsaku, bahasa Indonesia. Ditangan orang yang tepat (baca:jurnalis yang cerdas), bahasa Indonesia, ternyata tidak kalah memukau dibanding bahasa lainnya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mylifeashardy.blog.friendster.com/files/uncategorized-ompasikom_besar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://mylifeashardy.blog.friendster.com/files/uncategorized-ompasikom_besar.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;ps: Om Pasikom, Terimakasih!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-7615408341155550427?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/7615408341155550427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=7615408341155550427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/7615408341155550427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/7615408341155550427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/09/om-pasikom.html' title='Om Pasikom'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-5825800954533771748</id><published>2010-08-23T09:32:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T18:21:04.140+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just for fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>story behind the pic -2-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/THH9sJVkjFI/AAAAAAAAAGs/dPzCAvgMRDA/s1600/DSC00268.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/THH9sJVkjFI/AAAAAAAAAGs/dPzCAvgMRDA/s320/DSC00268.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Foto disamping ini, boleh menjadi pembenaran&amp;nbsp; dari :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A--&amp;gt; cinta sejati butuh pengorbanan&lt;br /&gt;B--&amp;gt; things you do for love&lt;br /&gt;C--&amp;gt; heels are killing me, yet I still insist on wearing them, and as always, someone (and usually that someone is my BF) has to pay the price ;P&lt;br /&gt;D--&amp;gt; all the above &lt;b&gt;(crossed!!)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi ceritanya malam itu, aku diundang oleh manager &lt;a href="http://www.thefiveflies.com/nl/index.asp?"&gt;Restaurant De Vijff Vlieghen &lt;/a&gt;untuk datang dinner di restaurant mereka dan aku boleh membawa plus one ke dinner itu. Kenapa aku bisa diundang makan di restaurant itu soalnya restaurant ini management nya dibawah NH Hotels, yang kebetulan banget aku waktu itu dikasih tanggung jawab ama Financial Controller ku untuk menjadi direct supervisor accountingnya. Si Albert (nama managernya) karena terlalu sering berantem lewat email dan telpon sama aku tiap month closing, akhirnya memutuskan untuk mengundangku datang makan malam di restaurantnya, maybe it's his way of saying "At least we should get to know each other a little better before we start bickering at each other's face again". Terus terang aku belum pernah makan di tempat yang se fancy itu, yang menunya petite2 yang ga bakal bikin kenyang perut, dengan lilin-lilin panjang, lukisan asli Rembrandt menempel di salah satu dindingnya plus minumnya wine segala macem jenis. For sure, I need to dress up a&amp;nbsp; little, dan salah satu cara untuk menunjang penampilan adalah dengan memakai sepatu high heels. Jadi, saya kenakanlah tu high heels yang sangat cantik tapi juga sangat menyiksa. Rio geleng-geleng kepala masih ga ngerti kenapa cewe suka menyiksa dirinya sendiri, tapi untungnya dia tak banyak komentar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malam berjalan lancar, the dinner was amazing, kita mendapat menu kejutan dari chef nya, dengan 5 course meal, makanan pembuka 3 macam, main course 1, dan makanan penutup 1, setiap course ditemani dengan jenis wine yang berbeda.. dan untuk setiap course dan wine, para pelayannya menjelaskan satu persatu cerita dibalik makanan dan minuman itu...baru akhirnya kita bisa menyantapnya. Si Albert memang baik, dia menyiapkan the best table in the whole restaurant buat kita, a table for two by the window in Rembrandt Kamer, yang bisa melihat orang berlalu lalang di Het Spui, dia juga memberikan short tour sambil bercerita akan sejarah De Vijff Vlieghen ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selesai menyantap makan malam dan beramah tamah dengan Albert, akhirnya kita undur diri. Berjalan kaki dari Het Spui untuk menuju.... tebak kemana?? KFC!! yeepp, kita masih amat sangat lapar setelah menyantap 5 course super mini meal itu, we need some REAL food, like fried chicken. hehehhehhee....namanya juga orang Indonesia, beberapa potong ayam kemakan di jalan, dan beberapa aku simpan buat sarapan besoknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Perjalanan pulang yang banyak menuntut jalan kaki, dari Spui sampai ke KFC, dari KFC sampai ke stasiun Amsterdam, dah gitu di terminal bus Haarlem, nunggu berdiri soalnya haltenya penuh karena bisnya telat. My feet couldn't take it any longer, the pain was excruciating... Rio's face was written all over with "I told you so". Begitu keluar dari bis, aku putuskan lepas sepatu high heelsku dan jalan bare foot, lebih baik kaki ku kaku kedinginan daripada kejepit-jepit dan berdarah-darah. Aku bener-bener ga tahan lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan seperti biasa, Rio came to my rescue, walopun sambil ngomel..."Makanya lain kali yang penting itu pake apa-apa yang nyaman aja, ga usah commit suicide buat hal sepele kayak gini." Perjalanan kaki 15 menit ke rumah, seperi yang para pembaca lihat, Rio pake sepatu "boots" dari kantong plasik KFC, dan aku pake sepatu sneakers dia... at the end, eventhough he's right (as always) ... he's still the one who needed to pay the price for the silly things I did. Ces't l'amour, ey?? ;)&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/THIjVxor2ZI/AAAAAAAAAG0/o_DGlbglYpU/s1600/DSC00270.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/THIjVxor2ZI/AAAAAAAAAG0/o_DGlbglYpU/s320/DSC00270.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;get the picture??! :p&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-5825800954533771748?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/5825800954533771748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=5825800954533771748&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/5825800954533771748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/5825800954533771748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/08/story-behind-pic-2.html' title='story behind the pic -2-'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/THH9sJVkjFI/AAAAAAAAAGs/dPzCAvgMRDA/s72-c/DSC00268.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-5097565643977738268</id><published>2010-08-23T06:35:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T06:38:40.529+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendships'/><title type='text'>my peeps.. ;))</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/THH5fb0HbHI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Z_Ut3GKLiSc/s320/from+senior+high+to+forever.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ki-ka:&lt;/i&gt; putri, yudhist a.k.a bomb, merli, me. &lt;i&gt;depan&lt;/i&gt;: drahat&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/THH5fb0HbHI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Z_Ut3GKLiSc/s1600/from+senior+high+to+forever.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-5097565643977738268?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/5097565643977738268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=5097565643977738268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/5097565643977738268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/5097565643977738268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-peeps.html' title='my peeps.. ;))'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/THH5fb0HbHI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Z_Ut3GKLiSc/s72-c/from+senior+high+to+forever.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-2445400531813182751</id><published>2010-08-22T10:48:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T11:15:19.959+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just for fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>story behind the pic -1-</title><content type='html'>&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/THDjvntddQI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8Z0gV-pPefY/s1600/DSC01120.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/THDjvntddQI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8Z0gV-pPefY/s320/DSC01120.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;bidet dan toilet @ NH Milan, Italy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location: NH Milan, Italy&lt;br /&gt;Time: Sekitar jam 10 pagi, Juni 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bulan Juni, summer di Eropa, so it’s a perfect time to grab my gear and off for some “backpacking”… well, it’s true that we we were backpacking, in sense that each of us (me and rio) only brought one backpack to house all of our needs for the next 10 days. However, karena waktu itu aku kerja di NH, dan as employee aku entitled employee rate kalau nginep di hotel NH dimanapun di dunia (asalkan ada rooms available), jadi instead of tidur di emper toko,hostel murahan, taman kota atau bahkan di stasiun kereta layaknya backpacker sejati…kita nginep di hotel berbintang :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, ceritanya lumayan lucu. NH Milan adalah hotel peristirahatan pertama kita selama 10 hari trip ku n Rio untuk menjelajah negerinya para Gladiator ini. Hotel ini masih baru selesai dibangun dan dibuka, jadi tentu saja kita dapat kamar di hotel ini walaupun peak season. Milan terkenal dengan apa-apanya yang serba stylish and classy, dan mitos ini dibuktikan melalui hotel NH Milan ini. Designnya sleek n chic. One of the best hotels I’ve been lucky enough to stay in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kebiasaan seorang pekerja hotel, I can’t help but notice, perbedaan toilet di kamar mandi hotel di Milan ini dengan kamar mandi di NH di Belanda yang pernah aku kunjungi. Salah satu dari perbedaan itu adalah seperti yang kita lihat di foto ini, adalah adanya satu ekstra “toilet” di sampingnya regular toilet. Hmmm…. I wondered what that’s for?? Rio pas pertama masuk dan liat juga bingung, dia nanya , “ Yang mirip toilet di sebelahnya toilet ini buat apa ya Pit..?” Gengsi mengakui kalau aku, yang notabene sebagai lulusan management tourism and kerja di hotel, sama cluelessnya to know what the hell that extra “toilet” is for, aku jawab aja sekenanya, toh Rio juga ga bakal tau dan biasanya cerita ngawurku ga jauh-jauh amat dari kebenaran..hehehe.  Akhirnya aku jawab aja, ”Itu dibedain, kalo yang satunya toilet buat cewe n buat beol, yang satunya cuman buat cowo pipis atau mungkin cuci kaki.” Yeppp….Puspita memang sok tahu dan paling ga bisa ngaku kalau dia knows nothing bout something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah selesai dengan trip 10 hari kita, dan menjumpai hampir semua toilet hotel di Itali punya ekstra toilet dan kita yang ga mudeng itu buat apa, menggunakannya untuk hal-hal ga jelas (e.g cuci kaki, cuci kaos kaki etc). Iseng-iseng sesudah sampai d belanda Rio nge-google, dan ternyata…… that extra “toilet” is actually what most people would call as Bidet. According to Wiki,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/e/e8/18th_century_bidet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/e/e8/18th_century_bidet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“A bidet is a low-mounted plumbing fixture or type of sink intended for washing the genitalia, inner buttocks, and anus. Originally a French word, in English bidet is pronounced /bɨˈdeɪ/ (US) or /ˈbiːdeɪ/ (UK). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bidets are primarily used to wash and clean the genitalia, perineum, inner buttocks, and anus. They may also be used to clean any other part of the body; they are very convenient for cleaning the feet, for example. Despite appearing similar to a toilet, it would be more accurate to compare it to the washbasin or bathtub. Bidets once served as a practical way for couples to prepare themselves before sex, as well as to rinse themselves afterwards.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Users who are unfamiliar with bidets often confuse a bidet with a urinal, toilet, or even a drinking fountain. It is generally understood that the user should sit on a bidet facing the tap and nozzle for washing the genitalia, and should sit with back to the tap and wall when washing the anus and buttocks. For a thorough cleaning, the user should use a hand to scrub the area with soap after wetting, then rinse. A dedicated towel or wipe is often available for drying. “&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rio langsung dengan suara lantang penuh kemenangan menghina-hina aku yang sotoyyy…” Buat pipis gimanaaa?? Itu tuh namanya Bidet, originally buat cuci pantat and genitalia. Dasarr…untung aja aku dulu smart enough buat ga pipis disitu.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetap ga mau ngakuin kesalahan aku bilang ,” Tapi kan aku ga salah-salah amat, tuh disitu ditulis juga bisa buat cuci kaki! “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi pembaca budiman, moral dari cerita ini, belajarlah dari pengalaman saya, lain kali anda bertemu dengan Bidet, anda akan tahu itu untuk apa tanpa perlu sotoy bin ngawur seperti saya :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-2445400531813182751?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/2445400531813182751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=2445400531813182751&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/2445400531813182751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/2445400531813182751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/08/story-behind-pic-1.html' title='story behind the pic -1-'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/THDjvntddQI/AAAAAAAAAGc/8Z0gV-pPefY/s72-c/DSC01120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-2983948348459295446</id><published>2010-08-20T14:59:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T12:05:16.147+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Everyday Angels</title><content type='html'>In one of our daily dose of communication (30 mins chatting session during his commuting trip to work), I think it was two days ago, Rio told me a really touching story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s pretty unusual for him to voluntarily tell stories bout his work or colleagues, he’s almost never had anything to say about it. Every time I asked, “How’s work?” Usually the answer I got wouldn’t be longer than a two-word sentence (like “not much”). Unless I dug deeper, he wouldn’t continue that subject anymore. To talk about work just isn’t his cup of tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;But yesterday, was different. Out of nowhere, without even being asked, he brought work up into our conversation. “Something interesting happened at work yesterday that I wanna tell you about “, he said. I was pleasantly and silently surprised while he continued, “In our company, if there’s any movement in position, especially with the big people, we’d all get an email from corporate HR distributing the news.”&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I got those emails where I used to work too, “Yeah..yeah.. I know, I used to get those too back when I was still in NH”, I said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay, there are some positions and names….which I didn’t really care at first, but Saul (his ex-direct supervisor who recently got promoted for a higher position) printed that email out. There was one person who got a promotion in that announcement, that person is now the Corporate Financial Director of Footlocker in Canada, and Saul highlighted his work history at Footlocker where he started off his employment as Staff Accountant, a probie, just like me now!....and Saul, wrote a little note next to it saying,&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;”All is possible.”&lt;/b&gt; He left that piece of paper on my desk when I was going to the loo.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really touched (so was Rio, I can imagine). I even had goosebumps when he finished his story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was, by far, one of the sweetest stories I’ve ever heard someone has ever done to him at work. &lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine your boss (or even ex-boss) does that for you?? &lt;br /&gt;Leaving as simple as 3 words of encouragement “All is possible” is just unbelievably kind. Saul might have only taken 5 minutes of his day to do that, but did he realize what impact his act would have on us?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most probably, he did not know, that neither I nor Rio, would never ever forget his simple act of kindness.&amp;nbsp; His 3 little words that soothe and calm any doubtful minds…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I call these people like Saul…. as everyday angels, angels that walk among us…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-2983948348459295446?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/2983948348459295446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=2983948348459295446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/2983948348459295446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/2983948348459295446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/08/everyday-angels.html' title='Everyday Angels'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-2801353539956846482</id><published>2010-08-20T04:37:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T06:39:26.832+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>some things just don't change -2-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Over 6 years ago,&lt;br /&gt;He kissed my forehead and whispered me goodnight&lt;br /&gt;A night ago,&lt;br /&gt;He kissed my toes and tucked me under the blanket and whispered me, “I love you”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost 7 years ago,&lt;br /&gt;He left a huge greeting card on my book shelves wishing me a blessed Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Some nights ago&lt;br /&gt;He left me a beautiful gold ring on the night drawer, smiled his sweetest smile, and said “that one says ‘happy birthday’ “&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years and years ago,&lt;br /&gt;Every time our lips met, my heart thumped loudly, disbelieved, thought to myself,”I don’t deserve him”&lt;br /&gt;Some nights ago……..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I almost thought my heart jumped right out of my chest when we kissed….., thought to myself, “I still don’t deserve him”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;---surabaya, july 2010---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-2801353539956846482?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/2801353539956846482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=2801353539956846482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/2801353539956846482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/2801353539956846482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/08/something-just-dont-change-2.html' title='some things just don&apos;t change -2-'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-4219082920936818947</id><published>2010-08-18T17:07:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T11:33:36.435+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>sakit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Saat aku kehilangan ibuku, aku berpikir, disitu pulalah akhir dari hidupku. Duniaku telah selesai, titik ku telah datang. Di depanku, yang ada hanya kegelapan, hitam dan gulita, tak ada bintang apalagi bulan. Kesedihanku seperti segunduk bola salju yang melaju kencang menuruni pegunungan Aspen di musim dingin, bertambah besar dan besar dan hanya kenal satu arah, turun ke bawah, berharap menemukan dasar dari kumpulan perbukitan itu. Aku tak pernah mengira bahwa sakit bisa sesakit itu. Sakit dimana kamu berharap kamu masih bisa menangis, merintih atau berteriak. Dan ketika aku akhirnya dapat melakukan itu semua, kecewa kudapati aku berada dalam tidurku, karena saat aku terbangun, semuanya kosong bagiku, lubang besar di jiwaku telah menjalar ke sekujur tubuhku, menelanku bulat-bulat dalam kepekatan hitamnya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terkadang aku duduk, diam termenung dan entah bagaimana sedetik kemudian, aku terengah-engah berusaha meraih kembali nafasku yang terputus.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku merasa jauh lebih baik, sekarang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walaupun tidak kilat, lambat laun, kasih alam semesta dan Sang Penciptanya menyapaku dan membasuh luka-luka jiwaku. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa harus kuungkit ini semua? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagi ini, adalah salah satu dari beberapa pagi disaat tiba-tiba aku memutuskan untuk menarik acak salah satu kumpulan bukuku di lemariku, yang kebanyakan baru separuh jalan kubaca. Buku ”beruntung” kali ini adalah buku terjemahan karangan biksu Buddha bernama Ajahn Brahm yang berjudul “ Si Cacing dan Kotoran Kesayangannya”.&amp;nbsp; Minggu-minggu dan bulan-bulan pertama depresi beratku, aku berlari pada tumpukan buku (dan deretan film-film klasik black and white tahun 50 dan 60 an). Dan buku ini adalah salah satu buku yang aku beli pada periode itu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buku ini berisi kumpulan cerita-cerita pendek bijak yang ditulis oleh seorang biksu yang telah melakukan perjalanan spiritual sebagai seorang petapa.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Yang aku suka dari buku semacam ini (seperti buku-buku rohani) adalah bagaimana aku bisa membuka dengan acak seturut mood ku, dan akan tetap bisa mengerti petikan cerita di halaman itu, tanpa harus membaca puluhan halaman sebelumnya. Ketika aku sedang merasa membutuhkan sebuah pencerahan, itupula yang aku lakukan. Aku berdoa dengan singkat memohon tuntunan kepada Yang Maha Esa sebelum membuka buku dan mulai membaca halaman apapun yang terbuka oleh jariku. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halaman 123, kisah nomor 43,&amp;nbsp; berjudul “Terlalu berlebihan berharap”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebuah puisi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Terlalu berlebihan, berharap untuk hidup tanpa rasa sakit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Adalah, salah, berharap untuk hidup tanpa rasa sakit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Karena rasa sakit adalah pertahanan tubuh kita,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tak peduli seberapa tak sukanya kita,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Dan tak ada yang suka rasa sakit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Rasa sakit itu penting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Dan kepada rasa sakitlah kita harus berterimakasih.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Bagaimana lagi kita bisa tahu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Untuk menarik tangan kita dari api?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Jari kita dari belati?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Kaki kita dari duri?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Jadi rasa sakit itu penting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Dan kepada rasa sakitlah kita harus berterimakasih&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Namun, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ada sejenis rasa sakit yang tak ada gunanya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Itulah rasa sakit kronis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Itulah pasukan elite rasa sakit yang bukan untuk pertahanan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Itu adalah kekuatan yang menyerang,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Penyerang dari dalam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Penghancur kebahagiaan abadi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Penyerang ganas bagi kemampuan pribadi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Penyerbu tak kenal lelah bagi kedamaian pribadi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Dan, pelecehan berkelanjutan bagi hidup!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Rasa sakit kronis adalah aral rintang terberat bagi pikiran.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Kadang rasa sakit itu nyaris mustahil untuk dilampaui,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Namun, kita harus tetap mencoba,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Dan mencoba,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Dan mencoba,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sebab jika tidak, ia akan menghancurkan kita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Dan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Dari pertempuran itu akan muncul hal-hal yang baik,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Kepuasaan penaklukan rasa sakit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Pencapaian kebahagian dan kedamaian,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Pada kehidupan sekalipun darinya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ini sungguhlah suatu pencapaian,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Pencapaian yang sangat istimewa, sangat pribadi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Rasa akan kekuatan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Kekuatan batiniah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Yang harus dialami untuk dapat dipahami.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Jadi kita semua harus menerima rasa sakit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sekalipun rasa sakit yang merusak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Karena itu bagian dari segala sesuatu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Dan pikiran dapat mengatasinya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Dan pikiran akan menjadi lebih kuat, setelah mengalaminya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;_Jonathan Wilson-fuller_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puisi ini istimewa karena ditulis ketika Jonathan baru berusia 9 tahun! Entah rasa sakit apa yang dialami oleh bocah berusia 9 tahun sehingga dia bisa menghasilkan tulisan sedalam ini, tapi aku bersyukur dia harus mengalami apa yang dia alami, karena seperti yang dia ungkapkan melalui puisinya “Dari pertempuran itu akan muncul hal-hal yang baik, kepuasaan penaklukan rasa sakit, pencapaian kebahagian dan kedamaian, ……………. kekuatan batiniah, yang harus dialami untuk dapat dipahami.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku sendiri tak yakin kalau aku telah menaklukkan rasa sakit, dan bahkan walaupun mungkin&amp;nbsp; aku telah melakukannya, aku tak yakin aku akan merasa puas. Saat ini aku hanya bersyukur aku telah mampu melaluinya, dan berharap tempaan ini menguatkanku dalam perjalanan ku mencapai kebahagian dan kedamaian abadi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;*&amp;nbsp; ’please hold on….it’s alright..please hold on…. it’s alright’ ---- Refrain lagu Belle of Boulevard by Dashboard Confessional tiba-tiba mengisi kepalaku..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/11097767-4219082920936818947?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/4219082920936818947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=4219082920936818947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/4219082920936818947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/4219082920936818947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/08/sakit.html' title='sakit'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-5232316442841344597</id><published>2010-08-15T14:15:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T11:34:26.551+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendships'/><title type='text'>mau buka bersama saja kok repot ;p</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Friendships are relaxed, loyal relationships that involve intimacy, communication, and empathy. Friendship is a relief. Friends relate."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Akhirnya aku bisa ikut kumpul sama anak-anak lagi setelah beberapa kali aku harus bail out some previous plans we made, either its because of last minutes things or some other obligations that I need to do on that day. Anyway, kemaren kita ber 5 plus Lebby (cowo Mey) berhasil kumpul buat buka bersama di rumah Putri n Drahat. Tentu saja, persiapan untuk kumpul2 kita ga pernah simple, karena selalu ada saja pihak-pihak yang &amp;nbsp;muncul dengan hal tak terduga baik di hari H maupun di hari-hari sebelumnya (I have to admit kalo aku cukup sering menjadi salah satu dari pihak-pihak itu ;p) tapi more often than not, Bomb-bomb… ya…Bomb-bomb.. selalu bikin rencana kita berantakan. Seharusnya cowo itu paling ga ribet, apalagi secara Bomb sedang dalam job hunting period,yang mestinya got plenty of time in his hand, tapi bomb-bomb dengan masalah klasiknya dari dahuluuu kala yaitu his sleeping habit….membuat semuanya lebih menantang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Bomb-bomb membuka mata lebar-lebar ketika semua menutup mata rapat-rapat, ketika yang lain bangun dan sarapan for a fresh start, bomb ikut sarapan untuk his before-bed snack, dan akhirnya ketika yang lain menginjakkan kaki keluar dari pintu rumah, Bomb menarik selimut and curl up on his bed. Hmmm….do you start to get the picture why is it so hard to plan up a get-together on normal human time and expecting him to show up at the same time??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Jadi aku dan Mey, udah saling exchange responsibilities buat make sure Bomb dateng, ontime, ga ketiduran, karena kita akan mulai masak-masak bareng di rumah Putri jam 4 sore, n kita musti kumpul di rumah Mey dulu jam 3 sore. Seems like a decent well-planned well-timed plan right???! 3 hari sebelum ketemuan, Mey udah sewot neror Bomb dengan sms ngingetin biar dia bisa bangun. Bomb sewot juga, karena ketemuan masih 3 hari udah diingetin buat bangun dari sekarang…dan seperti biasa aku berada di tengah &amp;nbsp;perang sewot mereka….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Di pagi hari di hari H nya, aku SMS Bomb ngecek apa dia sudah tidur semalem atau at least bisa bangun sebelum jam 3. Akhirnya hari itu Bomb SMS pas aku lagi belanja di supermarket buat bahan masakan, sekitar jam setengah 2 siang. Hmm…paling ga, dia udah bangun satu setengah jam sebelum ketemuan ama Mey, itungan nya dia akan makan dan mandi sebelum pergi dan biasanya itu akan memakan waktu sekitar satu jam, give or take. Tapi mengingat dia puasa, jadi mestinya ga sampe 1 jam buat dia untuk siap2. Jam 3 persis aku dah sampe rumah Mey, Bomb masih blm ada tanda-tanda, akhirnya aku sms lagi …dia blm dateng2… hp pun ga diangkat, telpon rumah juga ga diangkat. Itu sudah jam setengah 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Akhirnya, aku putuskan kita naik taksi saja, soalnya Bomb ternyata ga bs bawa mobil, n udah telat banget kalau mau berangkat bareng ama dia. Begitu taksi datang dan kita sudah di dalamnya baru Bomb &amp;nbsp;sms lagi… akhirnya dia bisa bawa mobil dan kita suruh tunggu dia jemput. Apa mau dikata, akhirnya kita turun dan ga jadi pake taksi. Emosi banget-bangetan ama Bomb, karena pada akhirnya dia datang jam 4 sore, telat sejam! Tapi yang namanya Bomb… dateng ya cengar-cengir aja, mau disewotin model apa selama perjalanan dari rumah Mey ke rumah Putri…..ga ngefek!... tetep asik aja…&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Ternyata dia telat soalnya jam 3 baru mandi! Soalnya dia abis bangun maen game dulu…. Parah ga siih?? Anak umur 25 tahun! Masih ga berubah blas dari jaman SMA. Ckckcckk…. &amp;nbsp;Udah gitu yang bikin aku ama Mey lebih sewot lagi, sepanjang jalan deket rumah Putri, Bomb survey makanan warung-warung deket situ…. Jaga-jaga kalo masakan kita ampe gagal, jadi dia bisa langsung cabut ke warung terdekat…. Duasar abis kan temenku satu itu!!....sesebel2nya ya kita paling cuman ngomel, abis emang susah bener2 marah ama orang satu ini, soalnya dia ga ngerasa….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Sampe rumah Putri langsung kita menuju dapur. Cowo-cowo pada basa-basi nawarin bantuan, tapiiii sembari ngeluarin perlengkapan PS nya Drahat keluar dari sarangnya. Ya…yaa…very convincing guys.. Waktu berbuka tiba, makanan tersusun rapi di meja makan, ternyata we’ve come a long way dari yang dulu cuman bisa masak mie instan n nasi goreng, sekarang &amp;nbsp;pasta Spaghetti Bolognaise, Tuna cabai hijau, Cah sawi, bakwan jagung, es buah, beberapa kue kering dan kurma untuk appetizer dan dessert… Buka bersama yang sukses, makanan sedap ditemani sahabat-sahabat yang sudah menemani kisahku selama 10 tahun terakhir ini. Puji Tuhan Alhamdulillah, semua repot2 n sebel2 paid off, kita ber-5, tak pernah benar-benar banyak berubah. Masing-masing dengan karakternya yang unik. Though we are all so imperfect, but we’re perfect for each other, that’s all that matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Sebenarnya aku bawa film buat kita semua tonton buat malam itu, tapi Bomb n Drahat dah langsung protes dengan lantangnya karena aku bawa 3 Idiots…. Drahat bilang, “ Makanya dari tadi si Puspita ditanyain kita mau nonton film apa ga jawab2…cuman bilang “bagus pokonya”…. Ternyata film Indiaaa. “ Bla..bla…blaa… setelah puas menghina-hina film yang tak bawa akhirnya kita putusin nonton bioskop di Grand Mall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Film nya ternyata biasa-biasa aja despite all the big names, the Expendables. Pulang sudah jam setengah 11 malam, capek dan ngantuk….tapi extremely happy. I don’t get to see them very often, but it’s my own fault since I’ve had this little hobby of going into exile. Aku pasti akan kangen dengan ini semua kalo aku balik Belanda lagi, tapi di sisi lain aku pun akan menemukan kembali kebahagiaan-kebahagiaan dalam bentuk yang lain disana.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Cheers to the best friends all around the world !!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"happiness only real  when shared"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-5232316442841344597?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/5232316442841344597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=5232316442841344597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/5232316442841344597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/5232316442841344597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/08/mau-buka-bersama-saja-kok-repot-p.html' title='mau buka bersama saja kok repot ;p'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-707395433926703656</id><published>2010-08-06T14:50:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T06:40:23.116+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Some things just don't change...</title><content type='html'>6 tahun lebih telah berlalu, dan sekarang aku tak mampu melihat langsung ke dalam matanya. Aku sungguh masih merasa dia tak seharusnya memandangku seolah aku telah berubah menjelma menjadi seorang bidadari dari khayangan. Aku tahu pasti, rambutku berantakan dan mukaku berminyak karena flight yang sudah memakan waktu lebih lama dari yang aku perhitungkan karena delay maksiat itu. Kenapa juga suara detak jantungku jadi lebih keras dari biasanya, dia itu Aria! for Godsake! Cowo yang sudah menjadi pacarku selama 6 tahun! Siapa sih yang pacaran 6 tahun dan masih pada infatuation phase?? Ini tidak normal. Tapi aku tak bisa menyembunyikannya, aku merasa darah mengalir ke pipiku yang pasti jadi memerah dengan sangat tidak malunya sekarang. Aku mencintainya, there I said it. Aku mencintainya dengan intensitas yang “sedikit”&amp;nbsp; melebihi batas kewajaran.&amp;nbsp; Dan untuk alasan yang aku tak akan pernah dapat memahaminya, sepertinya dia merasakan hal yang sama. Dia tak melepas pandangannya dari arahku sejak dia melambaikan tangan di pintu kedatangan tadi, demikian pula tangannya yang erat menggenggamku. Dia tak banyak bicara, sangat berkebalikan denganku. Sebelum aku berani menatap nya, omelan seperti meluncur lancar dari mulutku. “Haduh, rambutmu kok kayak orang hutan, ga cukur berapa tahun?? Pipimu kok makin lucu gituuu…beneran ngegym ga?? Apa boongin aku? Yadeeeee yada…ya yaa….” Semua orang pasti bisa mencium ke gugupanku dari tidak berhentinya aku bicara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aria, entah bagaimana caranya, selalu bisa bertingkah seolah kita tak pernah berpisah, seolah kita tiap hari bertemu dan hari ini bukan hari pertama kita benar-benar bersama, in person, dalam 6 bulan terakhir ini. Entah bagaimana, dia baru saja membenarkan belahan poniku seperti yang dia lakukan tiap kali kita mau pergi keluar bersama di akhir pekan. “Kamu sisiran ga tadi?? Mesti kok berantakan!” begitu selalu omelnya sambil menelusuri rambutku dengan jari-jarinya. Kontak fisik sekecil itu, membuatku kakiku terasa ringan dan lututku lemas. Aku terlalu merindukannya, dan itu membuat semuanya terasa terlalu sukar dipercaya, dia di depanku, nyata,aku bisa menyentuhnya karena dia tidak di dalam sebuah layar. Dia memang mengagumkan. Dia seperti membaca pikiranku dan kegugupanku, sentuhan kecilnya serta genggaman eratnya memang ampuh, terbukti aku dapat segera merasa nyaman berada di dekatnya lagi. Seperti 5 tahun pertama hubungan kita. Aria lebih dari seorang kekasih bagiku sekarang, dia seperti “home” untukku. Bersamanya, adalah tempat dimana aku merasa hangat, terlindung, dan disitu aku tak perlu menjadi siapapun kecuali diriku sendiri. Aku bisa tersesat dan tak tahu arah, tapi aku tahu aku berada di tempat dimana aku memang seharusnya berada, ketika aku disisinya. Dia menerimaku apa adanya, aku, yang menurutku, sungguh tidak ada apa-apanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setengah jam kemudian nomor antrian kita dipanggil juga, membuyarkan sejenak monolog di kepalaku, taksi berikutnya adalah untuk kita. Awal perjalanan di dalam taksi itu, akhirnya aku dapat menilik isi kepala pecandu-pecandu Jakarta, kota ini di malam hari, kuakui, ramah dan cantik.&amp;nbsp; Pendar-pendar cahaya warna-warninya, menghipnotis .Tapi aku, menjadi diriku yang biasanya, seperti tak ingin kehilangan satu detikpun dari kebersamaan kita, tak peduli dimana dan langsung memulai bercerita apa saja yang dia lewatkan selama 6 bulan. Dan Aria, bukan Aria, kalau tidak dengan diam mendengarkan, menyandarkan kepalaku di bahunya dan menciumi kepalaku sambil mengeluh betapa “kecut” baunya :p. Mobil itu hanya berisi dua penumpang, tanpa supir, bahkan mungkin seluruh warga Jakarta mudik pulang kampung ke “jawa”, paling tidak seperti itulah rasanya. Semesta sedang duduk di jok belakang mobil ini, bersamaku. Kami melaju menembus malam, seiring dengan kata demi kata dari 1001 ceritaku. Angin malam merajuk, melambai sepoi, ikut terbawa sepasang jiwa yang dimabuk cinta berdansa di angkasa..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-707395433926703656?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/707395433926703656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=707395433926703656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/707395433926703656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/707395433926703656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/08/something-just-dont-change.html' title='Some things just don&apos;t change...'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-5616185901160750717</id><published>2010-07-29T10:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T11:36:28.780+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>view from the top</title><content type='html'>Sungguh tidak ada satu lampu penerangan pun di jalan menaiki Bromo. Lampu Kijang tahun 90 an sewaan kita yang bermesin diesel dan ber ban gundul itu hanya mampu menerangi maksimal 5 meter di depan kita. Perjalanan sekitar satu setengah jam di dalam mobil menaiki lereng yang curam dan tikungan yang tidak hanya bersudut 90 tapi bahkan 180 derajat itu,adalah pengalaman yang paling mencekam dalam hidupku. Biasanya mana mungkin aku bisa terjaga berada di dalam perjalanan jauh dengan mobil pada jam 2 dini hari, sudah pasti aku tertidur lelap, tapi entah kenapa, adrenalineku membangunkanku dan bahkan membuka lebar mataku, ketika mobil kita mulai menaiki tanjakan dan belokan yang tak manusiawi itu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku kesulitan menggambarkan perasaan ku selama sekitar 90 menit itu, setiap kali mas Didik (saudara sepupu Rio yang menyetir malam itu) berhasil melewati satu tikungan atau satu tanjakan tajam, rasa syukur terdalam terucap karena sudah diberi perpanjangan waktu akan nyawa kita untuk beberapa detik ke depan, doa tak henti-hentinya mengalir dalam batinku, ga tau&amp;nbsp; sudah tobat akan dosa yang mana saja yang aku panjatkan malam itu. Tentu saja, rasa mencekam tidak hanya menyelimutiku, tapi semua awak mobil malam itu. Kita semua duduk di ujung kursi dan memelototi jalan sambil melipat tangan. Yang jelas aku merasakan ketegangan mereka semua, tapi tak ada satupun yang blak-blakan mengumandangkannya, karena mereka tak ingin mas Didik menjadi grogi.&amp;nbsp; Dan sialnya, radio dan entah CD atau kaset player di mobil satu itu, mati ti…jadi keheningan total mengiringi perjalanan yang mencekam itu, menambah dramatis suasana. Satu demi satu mobil jeep hardtop 4WD berlalu melewati mobil kijang kita, bak serigala hutan yang lincah mereka melesat menghilang di depan mata kita. Saat itulah kita sadar, kita seharusnya sudah sewa jeep di check point berkilo-kilometer di bawah tadi!! Kita SalBil alias Salah Mobil…! Nasi sudah menjadi bubur. Check point selanjutnya sudah pelataran parkir Bromo, dan kita tak mungkin putar balik di jalan sempit yang diapit jurang yang entah berapa ratus meter kedalamannya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya…pemukiman sudah mulai terlihat, mobil-mobil yang tadi melesat melalu kita sudah&amp;nbsp; banyak yang menepi di pinggir kiri kanan jalan sempit itu. Fiiiiuuhhh……We made it! Alive!..... Pelataran parkir belok kiri, perlahan kami memasuki pelataran yang mulai sesak dengan mobil-mobil sewaan pendaki lainnya. Ketika kami memasuki pelataran itu, orang-orang mulai berteriak sambil menunjuk ke arah mobil kami, “ Mas..mas…itu bannya meledak, bannya meledak mas..!!” Dan seketika itu pula kami semua sadar kalau mobil kijang yang kita tumpangi itu oleng ke kanan, gara-gara ban kanan depan yang “mbledug”, kempes…pes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang namanya orang jawa, insting pertamanya bukan berkata “Sial! Pas di antah berantah gini, ban gundul ini malah mbledug” tapi kita semua serempak setuju akan betapa beruntungnya kita, ban gundul itu pecah begitu memasuki parkiran. Kita tak mau membayangkan kalau saja ban itu memutuskan untuk pecah di tengah tanjakan atau tikungan mengerikan tadi. “ Untung….untung…”&amp;nbsp; Setelah mobil diparkir, kita semua berpencar mencari pinjaman perlengkapan ganti ban, dan mengganti ban itu. Ban cadangan yang disediakan oleh rental itu, sayangnya lagi-lagi ban mulus… tapi untung masih ada lah, daripada tidak ada sama sekali. Waktu kita cukup termakan untuk mengganti ban, dan jeep2 hardtop itu pasang harga sewa yang gila2an karena lagi musim liburan, akhirnya kita memutuskan untuk berjalan kaki menuju kawah gunung bromo yang jaraknya sebenarnya tidak begitu jauh, kira-kira 2 km. Tapi di dalam kegelapan buta di gunung seperti itu, jarak 2 km serasa tak berujung. Kita tersesat dan terpeleset disana-sini. Telpon genggam satu-satunya alat penerangan kita, menghilangkan kebosanan kita meraba-raba dalam kegelapan, adekku memasang musik clubbing mengiringi langkah kita. Lumayan memecah keheningan dan memompa semangat kita kembali. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Langit hitam pekat itu, pelan-pelan bersemburat merah, dan birunya langit menyembul pelan bersamaan dengan warna merah itu. Indaaaaahhh sekali…. Baru pertama kali ini, aku meng antisipasi bangunnya Sang Matahari dari peraduannya. Aaahhh…menyaksikan matahari terbit memang kegiatan yang seharusnya aku lakukan lebih sering. Melihat keajaiban seperti itu terjadi di depan mata kita sebelum memulai hari, membuat kita mau tak mau merasa lebih percaya lagi bahwa ada kekuatan yang jauh lebih besar dari diri kita sendiri yang harusnya kita andalkan setiap hari nya. Bahwa kita hanyalah debu dibanding dengan segala kemasyuran sang Pencipta. Meski kita tak mencapai ke tempat diatas awan yang biasanya keindahannya diabadikan di kalender-kalender dan desktop wallpaper, tapi aku cukup puas dengan perasaan yang menyelimutiku saat itu. Berbagi keindahan itu dengan kekasih yang kusayangi membuat semua ketakutan-ketakutan sebelumnya (dan sayangnya juga tobat-tobat yang meluncur dr mulutku :p) seperti masalalu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam perjalanan menuruni lereng gunung, kami makin yakin, kalau ketakutan kami semalam memang beralasan. Jurang-jurang di kanan kiri jalan yang semalam tidak tampak, kini kelihatan jelas. Dan jurang-jurang itu tadi memang amat sangat dalam dan mengerikan namun juga luar biasa indahnya. &lt;br /&gt;Dalam hati, sambil memandang pemandangan diluar jendela dan wajah orang yang paling aku sayangi di sampingku, sekali lagi, rasa syukur mengalir deras dalam darahku, ku berterimakasih kepada Tuhan, atas indah nya hidup ini dan… atas indahnya hidup ku :)) I love You, Father.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-5616185901160750717?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/5616185901160750717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=5616185901160750717&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/5616185901160750717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/5616185901160750717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/07/view-from-top.html' title='view from the top'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-1085811409317714508</id><published>2010-07-26T10:03:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T11:57:34.779+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foodism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendships'/><title type='text'>oleh-oleh dari Bali</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;‘postingan yang long over due, nyempil 2 bulanan di laptop, akhirnya bisa ke publish’&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya saya menginjakkan kaki di tanah Bali setelah sekian lama. Masih inget banget dulu ke Bali pertama kalinya waktu SMP kenaikan kelas 3, jadi kira-kira 11 tahun yang lalu. Kalo dulu namanya juga study tour saya mah cuman ngikut kemana bis menuju, tapi sebagai single traveler seperti sekarang, saya melihat Bali sungguh berbeda.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebelum pergi ke Bali, saya sudah mendapat banyak cerita mengenai pulau Dewata ini, dari teman-teman kerja di BW yang sudah pernah hidup belasan tahun disana, dari teman yang hobi melancong kesana untuk beberapa hari sampai dari teman yang masih tinggal&amp;nbsp; dan bekerja disana, ceritanyapun beragam mulai dari yang paling gila dan asik sampai ke yang mencekam. Saya berusaha untuk mempunyai sikap mental netral, tentu saya sangat excited akan pergi jalan-jalan lagi ke tempat baru, tapi saya juga tidak ingin terlalu berharap supaya tidak kecewa. Sekilas mengenai tujuan saya pergi ke Bali adalah untuk menjajaki atau survey pulau itu, dengan tujuan menemukan jawaban, apakah nanti untuk ke depannya saya (dan mungkin calon keluarga saya) akan dapat membangun hidup disana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salah satu dari teman baik saya sewaktu di Belanda kebetulan menawarkan tumpangan kamar buat saya selama beberapa hari sampai saya dapat menemukan tempat sendiri dan mulai dapat membaca arah. Kesan pertama tentang Bali adalah gelap, soalnya saat saya tiba di Bali sudah jam 9 malam WITA, cukup lelah, dan selama perjalanan dari bandara ke rumah tinggalnya teman, saya lebih memilih untuk bernostalgia dengan teman lama saya daripada memperhatikan jalan. Bertemu dengan teman lama memang menyenangkan, cerita-cerita lama yang sepertinya mulai terkubur oleh waktu, jadi kita gali satu per satu. Indahnya nostalgia J. Bahagia rasanya, mengetahui kalau teman kita, dibalik semua kesuksesannya, masih tetap bersahaja seperti jaman sekolah dulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya saya mulai dapat menyimak Bali melalui hari demi hari  berikutnya yang saya lewatkan disana. Saya melihat Bali, benar-benar  melihatnya sekarang. Bali makin rame. Bule-bule tidak hanya berkeliaran  di daerah pantai Kuta atau Sanur seperti yang saya lihat dulu.  Orang-orang asing seperti sudah “menginvasi” pulau itu. Di jalan-jalan  banyak dari yang naik sepeda motor, berkaki super panjang dan memakai  helm yang kekecilan. Maklum, sepeda motor Jepang dan helm untuk ukuran  kepala orang Indo memang tidak diperuntukkan orang barat. Di supermarket  kecil deket rumah teman, segala macam varian krim cair, pasta dan  minuman liquor lengkap tersedia (padahal kalo di Solo, cari krim cair  cuman ada 1 merek dan itupun harus yang 1 liter :P). Di Bali, anak-anak  tetangga tidak tersipu malu dan menyembunyikan wajahnya kalau kita ajak  berkenalan, justru sebaliknya, melihat orang baru mereka malah seperti  berlomba untuk mengajak berkenalan. Jalanan Bali banyak yang gelap  sekali di malam hari, karena (berdasar nara sumber teman saya yang  tinggal disitu) sebagian besar listriknya dialirkan untuk menerangi  lampu-lampu kolam renang di hotel-hotel, tempat hiburan malam dan  villa-villa resort mewah.&amp;nbsp; Berbicara mengenai hotel, saya ingin  menambahkan bahwa saya belum pernah melihat hotel seindah hotel-hotel di  Bali. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St.Regis, Nusa Dua (5 star hotel, highest paying service charge on the  island)&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/_THSfna3eeqI/TE05z5y7KQI/AAAAAAAAAFI/bB27To1s9lU/s1600/DSC03377.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/TE05z5y7KQI/AAAAAAAAAFI/bB27To1s9lU/s320/DSC03377.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;me and sepupunya teman di lobby St.Regis&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/_THSfna3eeqI/TE0-pdkc5uI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Ij52tT3pA9c/s1600/DSC03386.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/TE0-pdkc5uI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Ij52tT3pA9c/s320/DSC03386.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;St. Regis' pool&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/_THSfna3eeqI/TE1A6J3awvI/AAAAAAAAAFw/cDAOcRkdXxY/s1600/DSC03420.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/TE1A6J3awvI/AAAAAAAAAFw/cDAOcRkdXxY/s320/DSC03420.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;AYANA resort's famous ROCK BAR&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Saya belum pernah pergi ke tempat hiburan malam yang kreatif sekreatif di Bali, club yang berada di rooftop menghadap ke pantai yang para tamunya dapat menikmati angin laut dan mendengar (selain music jedang-jedung) juga deburan ombak di malam hari. Menakjubkan. Sisi lain dari segala pembangunan dan kemajuan itu, beruntungnya masih ada tempat wisata seperti Desa Tegalalang, Ubud. Desa ini memang seindah yang saya lihat di TV, petak-petak sawah yang tersusun teratur, benar-benar seperti kompres dingin untuk mata yang penat akan segala bangunan beton.&amp;nbsp; Menikmati hamparan&amp;nbsp; warna kesukaanku, hijau, sambil menyeruput secangkir cappuccino, memang benar-benar tepat yang dikatakan temanku saat kita tiba disana, “This is the million dollar view baby!”&lt;br /&gt;&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;/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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/TE06mHoGWFI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/J5fLfgMgRLQ/s1600/Image720.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/TE06mHoGWFI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/J5fLfgMgRLQ/s320/Image720.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;the breathtaking view of Tegalalang, Ubud&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku kira aku sanggup menghabiskan waktu seharian, duduk di situ, hanya  ditemani oleh buku catatan dan alunan music dari mp3 playerku. Walaupun  mungkin masih terlalu dini untuk mengatakannya, (mengingat pendeknya  list tempat2 yang saya kunjungi di Bali) tapi sejauh ini, desa  Tegalalang Ubud adalah tempat favoritku di Bali Raya ini. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selain berburu tempat-tempat indah untuk mata dan jiwa, teman saya  mengajak saya untuk hunting makanan2 yang terkenal di Bali. Di hari  pertama, saya diperkenalkan dengan menu paling enak di Jimbaran,  bukan…bukan ikan bakar yang kebanyakan orang santap di daerah itu,  melainkan Nasi Ayam Ibu Oky! Ga cuman maknyus, tapi maknyoooossss!  Menurut saya, paduan rempah dan bumbu pedas serta kaldu di minyak yang  membalut suwiran ayam, urap-urap Bali nya, dan nasi merahnya benar-benar  istimewa. Sangat cocok untuk penggemar masakan pedas seperti saya. Saya  juga memperhatikan bahwa masyarakat Bali yang artistik, membawa cita  rasa seni mereka dari untuk menghias pura hingga ke hal se sepele  membungkus nasi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/TE07qjmieCI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Akt5FnOkj9g/s1600/DSC03340.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/TE07qjmieCI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Akt5FnOkj9g/s320/DSC03340.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;nasi bungkus kerucut&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dalem nasi bungkus kerucut yang lucu itu itu.....&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/TE09KiDfR_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/gKjgAXb_g5Q/s1600/Image736.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/TE09KiDfR_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/gKjgAXb_g5Q/s320/Image736.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;voilla!!...plated version&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yummmmmmmmyyyy..............hands down!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selain itu temanku dan saudaranya yang kebetulan menginap di rumahnya juga, membawaku mencicipi makanan baik tradisional maupun internasional seperti babi guling bu Oka di Ubud, nasi campur bali di pasar (lupa namanya), thai food di Kat's kitchen (lovely little restaurant with great food), pizza di salah satu italian place di dobel six road (Marzano cafe), ramen di Ida Bagus ramen (love this cozy tiny ramen shop) di by pass Nusa Dua, burger gourmet di WaWa Burger Seminyak, bebek di Ubud, tiramisu nya AYANA resort, barbequed ribs di Naughty Nuri's Ubud....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, despite all the vitamin A for my eyes and all the nutritional food I tasted in Bali, I still haven't found what I'm looking for...... I have fun and I'm happy.... but I am not content.Oleh karena hal itu, rencana untuk tinggal di Bali selama paling tidak sebulan saya persingkat menjadi seminggu setengah an. I will never forget Bali, Bali gave me an epiphany of what's worth fighting for. I thank my time there for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bali, I'll have to leave you for now, but for sure, I'll be back for more ;))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-1085811409317714508?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/1085811409317714508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=1085811409317714508&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/1085811409317714508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/1085811409317714508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/07/oleh-oleh-dari-bali_26.html' title='oleh-oleh dari Bali'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/TE05z5y7KQI/AAAAAAAAAFI/bB27To1s9lU/s72-c/DSC03377.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-4774132958569235948</id><published>2010-07-25T09:45:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T11:56:53.442+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendships'/><title type='text'>3 weeks recap</title><content type='html'>Berakhir sudah city hoppingku selama 3 minggu terakhir ini. Badan mayan capek semua, tapi hati?? jelas amat sangat senang :))&lt;br /&gt;Rencana liburan Rio yang sudah kita rencanakan bersama-sama semenjak berbulan-bulan yang lalu akhirnya berjalan relatif lancar. Begitu banyak hal yang berhasil kita lakukan dalam waktu sesingkat itu yet we managed to squeeze in some fun time ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; dari yang bikin KTP, SIM A dan C,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;operasi pengangkatan lipoma nya rio (10 titik bo!!),&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;rekreasi di Batu ama keluarga rio,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; mendaki Bromo (walaupun pake mobil sewaan ber ban gundul n cuman bisa muter 2 lagu selama 3 hari perjalanan itu, dan walaupun ban gundul tadi meledak begitu berjalan memasuki parkiran Bromo, meskipun kita deg2an polllll...karena mobil lain yang mendaki hanya 4WD, tapi mendaki bromo seru abissss!!) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ngurus Surat Keterangan belum menikah ama akte kelahiran ku n Rio di surabaya n blitar,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wisata kuliner n mall hopping abis2an di Sby, Malang, Solo, Blitar dan Jogja,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&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/_THSfna3eeqI/TE1KQJvB7PI/AAAAAAAAAGI/qTe1wN4wl0c/s1600/Image823.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/TE1KQJvB7PI/AAAAAAAAAGI/qTe1wN4wl0c/s320/Image823.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;that famous tahu campur (dah pernah masak tp ga pernah tau wujud aslinya :p)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; reuni dadakan ama temen2 dr holland di Jogja (malem2 naek andong bareng2 di Malioboro, makan gudeg jogja di jalan Wijilan, ngafe till midnight at back alleys of Malioboro, AWESOME!!),&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&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/_THSfna3eeqI/TE1Jl3QkruI/AAAAAAAAAGA/EyCz7cijQM8/s1600/Image813.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/TE1Jl3QkruI/AAAAAAAAAGA/EyCz7cijQM8/s320/Image813.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;anak2 sempet2in photoshoot session di downtown jogja sblm resepsi&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;datengin nikahannya Sindhu n Ruth di Pacific Restaurant Jogja,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&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/_THSfna3eeqI/TE1IpwzDIoI/AAAAAAAAAF4/7tZWXs1Q2-w/s1600/Image816.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/TE1IpwzDIoI/AAAAAAAAAF4/7tZWXs1Q2-w/s320/Image816.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;sindhu ruth wedding reception @ Pacific resto Jogja&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;kumpul2 ama keluarga besarku di Solo dan keluarga besar Rio di Blitar (1000 harian papanya Rio),&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;membahas berbagai rencana masa depan dengan keluarga kita be2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Rutenya jelas bikin capek, dari yang jemput Rio di Jakarta - ke rumah rio di Surabaya - jalan2 ke Batu, Malang - Surabaya lg- Solo - Jogja - Blitar - Sby - and finally Rio back to NL dan aku kembali ke Solo :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untuk sementara kita dipisahkan oleh jarak lagi, tapi itu tidak lama (semoga)..... because i will fly myself to be by his side...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-4774132958569235948?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/4774132958569235948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=4774132958569235948&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/4774132958569235948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/4774132958569235948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/07/3-weeks-recap.html' title='3 weeks recap'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/TE1KQJvB7PI/AAAAAAAAAGI/qTe1wN4wl0c/s72-c/Image823.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-8251756195781489061</id><published>2010-07-13T09:10:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T11:43:35.100+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>the happiest person just landed back on earth (shortly though) from a trip to the moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/TD023jLQJTI/AAAAAAAAAEg/9O67Mjqlm3A/s1600/bromoriopita1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/TD023jLQJTI/AAAAAAAAAEg/9O67Mjqlm3A/s320/bromoriopita1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;waaaaaaaaaaaa.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;I'm back...I'm back!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;back from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;part one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt; of my trip with rio and fam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;picked him up at the Soe-tta Airport,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;visited some relatives in Jakarta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;flew to Surabaya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;went to Tunjungan Plaza a.k.a TP, Sutos, Royal, Tanggulangin, Pasar Atom (finally, for the first time in my life)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;ate sate kelopo, lontong balap, tahu tek, tahu campur, rawon kalkulator, kupang lontong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;passed through the infamous Lapindo on our way to Malang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;visited the Batu Night Spectacular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;climbed the great Bromo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;i had loads of fun !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;and I'm pathetically maddeningly ridiculously in LOVE &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;details will follow :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-8251756195781489061?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/8251756195781489061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=8251756195781489061&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/8251756195781489061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/8251756195781489061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/07/happiest-person-just-landed-back-on.html' title='the happiest person just landed back on earth (shortly though) from a trip to the moon'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/TD023jLQJTI/AAAAAAAAAEg/9O67Mjqlm3A/s72-c/bromoriopita1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-1616319106365111543</id><published>2010-07-03T09:41:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T07:01:52.972+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>how I wished somebody told me this earlier</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Last night I went to see Eclipse, and there was this one scene in the movie, that really got me. It was when&amp;nbsp;Jessica gave the graduation speech, her words totally relate to what I feel recently.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;This was it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"When we were 5, people asked us, “What do you want to be when you grow up?” We told them things like astronaut, fireman or in my case, Princess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;When we were 10 they asked again and we answered, rockstar, cowboy or in my case, gold medallist.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Now that we have grown up they want serious answers. Well how about this: WHO THE HELL KNOWS??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;This isn’t the time to make hard and fast decisions.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;This is the time to make mistakes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Take the wrong train and get stuck somewhere.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Fall in love…a lot.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Major in Philosophy because there is no way to make a career out of that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Change your mind, then change it again because nothing is permanent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;So make as many mistakes as you can,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;So that way when they ask us what we want to be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;we wont have to guess,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;we’ll know. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/11097767-1616319106365111543?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/1616319106365111543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=1616319106365111543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/1616319106365111543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/1616319106365111543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/07/how-i-wished-somebody-told-me-this.html' title='how I wished somebody told me this earlier'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-913380262977266829</id><published>2010-07-03T07:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T11:43:17.860+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>This weekend</title><content type='html'>Joy is on the menu&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A familiar warm embrace is the appetizer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the main course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses and smooches are the long awaited dessert&lt;br /&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/11097767-913380262977266829?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/913380262977266829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=913380262977266829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/913380262977266829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/913380262977266829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-weekend.html' title='This weekend'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-3086093148707032214</id><published>2010-07-02T18:25:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T11:33:36.435+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>BlackBerry</title><content type='html'>"bikin yang jauh jadi deket, yang deket jadi jauh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;temen/pacar/anak/suami yang di depan hidung dicuekin,&lt;br /&gt;pacarnya sepupu tetangga yang di ujung benua lain dijabanin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;note: terinspirasi dari percakapan seorang teman dengan teman-temannya malam ini&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-3086093148707032214?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/3086093148707032214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=3086093148707032214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/3086093148707032214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/3086093148707032214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/07/blackberry.html' title='BlackBerry'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-5735688742971973809</id><published>2010-07-01T10:53:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T11:33:36.436+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>mengertilah...</title><content type='html'>saat-saat seperti inilah, saat-saat damai dalam hariku.&lt;br /&gt;sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;aku ditemani musik dari playlist kesukaanku, yang mengalun lantang namun merdu dari speaker-speaker stereo seadanya ini, sambil mengetikkan apapun yang berlalu lalang di dalam kepalaku.&lt;br /&gt;paling tidak, tepat di detik ini tidak ada yang menghakimiku.&lt;br /&gt;menghakimi hidupku.&lt;br /&gt;dan aku tidak perlu menjelaskan urusanku kepada banyak wajah.&lt;br /&gt;aku tidak ingin menjadi sinis.&lt;br /&gt;tapi aku pun tak ingin munafik.&lt;br /&gt;aku tak pandai tersenyum.&lt;br /&gt;dan harus berpura-pura terhibur itu melelahkan.&lt;br /&gt;aku harap kau mengerti.&lt;br /&gt;aku berjalan dengan tempoku.&lt;br /&gt;aku membaur ketika aku siap.&lt;br /&gt;dan maaf jika lebih seringnya aku tidak.&lt;br /&gt;aku harap engkau mengerti.&lt;br /&gt;semakin kau berusaha meraihku, semakin aku takut dan akan menjauh.&lt;br /&gt;biarkan semesta bekerja.&lt;br /&gt;aku ada ketika aku ada.&lt;br /&gt;dan kau pun, silahkan ada ketika kau menghendakinya&lt;br /&gt;atau kita saling ada, pada waktu yang kita sepakati&lt;br /&gt;bukan aku tak peduli.&lt;br /&gt;tapi aku tak harus membuktikan apapun padamu ataupun orang lain, demikian pula denganmu.&lt;br /&gt;aku akan lebih menghargai dan lebih tertarik, kalau engkau menjadi dirimu dan tak perlu berusaha terlalu keras untuk memikatku.&lt;br /&gt;hidup kita bukan sebuah tontonan maupun pembuktian.&lt;br /&gt;itu hanya membuat semuanya kelihatan murah dan palsu.&lt;br /&gt;aku tahu aku terlihat seperti burung pipit yang tak berhenti meloncat dari satu dahan ke dahan yang lainnya.&lt;br /&gt;memang!&lt;br /&gt;kau pikir aku tak melihatnya?&lt;br /&gt;bagaimanapun kaki ku lah yang meloncat&lt;br /&gt;selamat untuk yang seketika dapat bertengger nyaman di dahan pertama yang di pijaknya.&lt;br /&gt;jika saja bisa sesederhana itu untukku.&lt;br /&gt;tapi kita beda.&lt;br /&gt;jalanku masih panjang.&lt;br /&gt;aku masih harus melompat entah berapa kali lagi.&lt;br /&gt;tapi aku tak menyesalinya.&lt;br /&gt;yang aku butuhkan&lt;br /&gt;bukan puluhan teman dengan banyak pertanyaan dan kekhawatiran&lt;br /&gt;aku rela menukarkan puluhan itu dengan&lt;br /&gt;satu atau dua&lt;br /&gt;yang akan menepuk pundakku.&lt;br /&gt;diam, seraya memberikanku tatapan yang berkata, "aku mengerti, kau tak perlu jelaskan apapun padaku"&lt;br /&gt;sekali lagi...., maap.&lt;br /&gt;aku tidak bermaksud untuk sinis.&lt;br /&gt;aku hanya lelah bertopeng.&lt;br /&gt;itu saja.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-5735688742971973809?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/5735688742971973809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=5735688742971973809&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/5735688742971973809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/5735688742971973809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/07/mengertilah.html' title='mengertilah...'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-4828772134839457506</id><published>2010-06-29T13:02:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T11:41:27.905+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just for fun'/><title type='text'>I’m LAME (and I think you should know)</title><content type='html'>because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.I have less than 300 friends on Facebook&lt;br /&gt;2.I don’t own any blackberry, ipod, iphone nor SLR camera&lt;br /&gt;3.I read Twilight, yes, all 4 books! And I dig R-Patz (I think he’s a genuine person)&lt;br /&gt;4.I’ve got NO ex, I’ve been in love with the same guy for years  and years&lt;br /&gt;5.I have no preference at all when it comes down to food, I can eat EVERYthing (I wish I could say I’m allergic to something, anything, or I’m a vegetarian or at least hated a particular type of food so that I would look more poised but that would be lying)&lt;br /&gt;6.I’m awkward, I can’t crack jokes, &lt;br /&gt;7.I prefer an easy Friday night, at home, writing, than clubbing&lt;br /&gt;8.I shy away from the spotlights, they’re hurting my eyes&lt;br /&gt;9.I can never give a good comeback every time someone insulted me, all I do is smile and say, ”Whatever..”&lt;br /&gt;10.I love being domestic, doing household chores. If all plan fails but I raised a beautiful family, I really don’t mind &lt;br /&gt;11.I’m dancing to Indian tunes, if I were to choose a dance course, between step-up/street kind of dancing and traditional Indian, I’d definitely pick the later one in a heart beat&lt;br /&gt;12.I love love love fried TEMPE to death,&lt;br /&gt;13.My CV’s work experience filled with either scrubbing some toko’s floors or as an accountant&lt;br /&gt;14.I’ve always had hair problems, be it lice, dandruff, or oily scalp. My bad hair days are at least 360 days/year.&lt;br /&gt;15.(Despite the fact that I skipped school day at least once a week in senior high) I never had any problems with student counsel, my track record has always been immaculate&lt;br /&gt;16.I don’t play any musical instruments&lt;br /&gt;17.I can’t stand wearing thongs/G-strings&lt;br /&gt;18.I use “bedak BB”  (Rp.1000,- for a month)&lt;br /&gt;19.I’m reading Ramayana, yup, the thick ancient Indian literature (I’m really sorry to say, I’m not a big fan of Andrea Hirata)&lt;br /&gt;20.O yeah.. and I wear glasses 8-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-4828772134839457506?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/4828772134839457506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=4828772134839457506&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/4828772134839457506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/4828772134839457506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/06/20-reasons-why-im-lame-readuncool.html' title='I’m LAME (and I think you should know)'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-4908013575057607469</id><published>2010-06-28T17:47:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T11:42:39.405+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>hope this makes sense</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;“Whatever you do (in life) will be insignificant, but it’s very important that you do it”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Kalimat berklausa dua yang sepintas kedengaran sederhana ini perlu diproses dengan a pinch of salt untuk benar-benar mengerti maksudnya. Some will find it depressing, but others may find it as the exact opposite. Di film Remember Me, Tyler (karakter utama di film ini) mengutip kata-kata Gandhi ini sebagai prolog akan kisah hidupnya. Line ini pula yang membantu audience merangkai hal-hal kecil yang Tyler lakukan di sisa hidupnya, yang seem meaningless, into a beautiful (and much less meaningless) chain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Kalo lihat kehidupan Tyler, sebenarnya hidupku atau mungkin hidup kebanyakan orang tak jauh berbeda dengannya. Kita semua mencari sesuatu. Sesuatu yang membuat kita bangun di pagi hari, membuat adrenaline kita berpacu, membuat kita menangis atau tersenyum atau sekedar untuk melewati 5 menit yang tersisa. Sesuatu yang bisa kita klaim sebagai bagian dari diri kita atau bahkan siapa diri kita sebenarnya. Apapun itu. Beberapa mungkin sudah have it all figured out ever since they knew how to spell their name, and some, like me and Tyler, have it re-shaped for hundreds of times till God knows when it’ll be over. Anyhow, dua kelompok manusia ini, I believe that they have their own significance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Memang kita tak semua tahu pasti arah hidup kita, setiap perbuatan kecil kita di tiap detiknya kelihatan begitu sepele dan tidak berarti di mata kita, tetapi mau &amp;nbsp;disadari atau tidak memang segitulah porsi kita, itu fungsi kita, itulah cara kita berpartisipasi di alam semesta ini. &amp;nbsp;Lebah-lebah berpikir kalau sepanjang hidupnya tugas hidup mereka hanya untuk mengisap madu bunga, sesimpel itu, over and over sampe mereka mati. Never knowing kalo merekalah yang menyebarkan serbuk bunga dan membuat musim semi menghiasi dunia.&amp;nbsp; Bahkan menurut Einstein, jika lebah punah, punahlah rantai kehidupan di permukaan bumi ini. Belum lagi kalo kita ingin berbicara, bakteri atau plankton. Tak perlu membuka buku biologi SMP kita untuk mengingat peran mereka dalam rantai ekosistem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Makhluk-makhluk “sepele” itulah cerminan seperangkat indera dan sistem intelegensia kita, terlalu mini, untuk melihat impact of our little portraits to the big picture.&amp;nbsp; Memang ironis selama kita hidup di dunia, hampir tidak mungkin kita akan bisa melihat big picture itu. Kepingan puzzle, menjadi sebuah kepingan puzzle, “sayangnya” itu lah tugas kita. Besar, kecil dan berapa macam warna tinta yang tertorehkan di kepingan hidup kita, it doesn’t matter, we’re just as much or as less significant as any other puzzle pieces. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dilahirkan, bersekolah, bangun tidur di pagi hari, menyapa tetangga sebelah, maen cilukba sama ponakan balita kita, menikah, nyuci piring, nemenin pacar nonton bola, nulis blog, nyelesain monthly closing. Apapun itu yang ada di tanganmu. Just do it, as insignificant as it may seem to be. Because it still is important that we do it, regardless us knowing what that’s for or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/TCjDphnXKHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/4sDSCoUPYTQ/s1600/omaopawalkdownthestreet.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/TCjDphnXKHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/4sDSCoUPYTQ/s400/omaopawalkdownthestreet.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;sepertinya sepele, dan saya yakin merekapun tak menyadarinya, tapi melihat this senior couple berjalan bersama sambil bergandengan tangan di depan supermarket, made me hopeful and therefore made my morning that day a lot brighter :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-4908013575057607469?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/4908013575057607469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=4908013575057607469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/4908013575057607469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/4908013575057607469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/06/hope-this-makes-sense.html' title='hope this makes sense'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/TCjDphnXKHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/4sDSCoUPYTQ/s72-c/omaopawalkdownthestreet.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-5123793918978195388</id><published>2010-06-22T10:41:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T11:42:39.405+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>acaa..achaa...pahee....INDIAHE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;oKay, okay kali ni saya tau pasti akan banyak yang mayan *hoek* mbaca tulisanku, soalnya aku mau nulis soal film India!! :D (bagi yang beneran hoek saya persilakan mencari tempat yang convenient, jangan sampe electronic device anda jadi korban :p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Aaaa…India o India, aku jatuh cinta sama film India ga tau sejak kapan, tapi seingetku kalo ga salah semenjak liat Kuch Kuch Hotahai, berarti kalo ga salah sekitar kelas 2 apa 3 SMP. Tergila-gila sama Shahrukh Khan ga tau selama berapa abad :P, sempet ada break sewaktu di belanda soalnya jelas di TV ga ada ceritanya muter film India n komunitas supporter film India di Belanda susah nyarinya. Sampai aku ketemu makhluk bernama Meity, yang mayan gubraknya cinta ama Bollywood hee..&amp;nbsp; berasa ketemu soulmate, saking kangennya nonton India kita berdua (yup, ber2 aja, karena clearly, the idea of watching bollywood on movie screen disturbed Rio so much..hehehhee) ampe ke Pathe Bijlmer cuman mau nonton filmnya Shahrukh ama Rani Mukherjee ama si Preity Zinta (denger film yang bertabur bintang gitu makin ngiler lah kita). Sayangnya alur ceritanya mendukung infidelity, jadi agak sedikit mengecewakan, I must say. Tapi sumpah, orang macam mana yang mau nonton film India (yang berdurasi 3 jam lebih) di bioskop di Amsterdam??!!...hhahahhaha…gubrak…gubrak… anyway, thanks Met, for being my partner in this stupid crime :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Apa ya yg membuatku begitu bisa menikmati film india yang isinya orang geleng-geleng ( mau jawab iya apa engga..) nyanyi n nari yang ga ada matinya selama 3 jam lebih itu??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Sudah beberapa hari terakhir ini (2 apa 3 harian) aku donlod film-film India, mulai dari yang paling baru My Name is Khan, trs mundur ke taun2 2000 an awal seperti Dil Chahta Hai, Fanaa n Lagaan (bagi non bollywood fans, harap tenang….nanti akan saya jelaskan sedikit mengenai 3 film ini). Berhubung speedy seperti sedang dimabuk asmara, donlod mayan kenceng, makanya ga tanggung2 aku donlodnya :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Film India pertama yang aku lihat beberapa bulan terakhir ini sebenarnya adalah 3 Idiots yang diperankan oleh Aamir Khan, dan aku harus bilang film ini bner2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; fan-freakin-tastic!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Dari alur ceritanya, komedi dan tragedi yang saling mengisi dan menghibur, aktornya (yang akhirnya membuatku bisa berpindah ke lain hati dari Shahrukh) Aamir Khan yang cocok banget meranin mahasiswa eksentrik yang sebenernya sangat jenius bernama Rancho. 3 Idiots kini berada di 10 film favoritku of all time!! Dan saya bisa menjamin kepada siapapun disini, klo kalian pasti akan berpendapat yang sama setelah nonton film ini!! Taruhan goceng deh…hehehhe(goceng dapet apaan yak??!)… Intinya film ini tidak hanya menghibur tapi juga inspiratif (dan statistic juga membuktikan, 3 Idiots meraih tempat puncak di highest-grossing bollywood movies of all time) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Beberapa bulan kemudian, akhirnya bisa nonton My Name is Khan,cukup menyentuh, cerita tentang seorang muslim penderita autis yang hidup di US pada saat kejadian Sept,11. Perjuangan dia untuk menyelamatkan perkawinannya dengan istrinya menuntut dia untuk bertemu dengan Mr.President.&amp;nbsp; Memang belum selevel dengan 3 Idiots, tapi buat penggemar Bollywood, this is one movie that’s not to be missed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Begitu terkesimanya saya dengan Aamir Khan di 3 Idiots, akhirnya aku wiki-ed filmographynya , dan dari 3 film nya yang aku tonton 2 hari ini (Dil Chahta Hai, Fanaa ama Lagaan) pilihan favoritku jatuh ke Lagaan!! Dan terus terang sekarang, aku masih ga bisa milih mana yang lebih bagus, 3 Idiots apa Lagaan??! Lagaan beda banget dengan 3 Idiots, settingnya India di jaman raja-raja tahun 1800 an. Aku ngelihat film berdurasi 3 jam 40 menit ini (yup almost 4 hours!!) bner2 ampe ga kerasa, saking bagusnya film ini baik dipandang dari segi manapun. Pertama, tariannya. Tarian-tarian di Lagaan lebih condong ke traditional daripada modern dance, walaupun semua aktor dan aktris india bisa menari, tapi pemeran utama wanita di Lagaan ini, Gracy Singh, memang BENAR BENAR bisa menari India. Melihat betapa gemulainya dia menari aku jadi pingin banget belajar menari India, seriously!! Kedua, sinematografinya. Settingnya di sebuah perkampungan India jaman raja-raja di tengah padang gersang, tapi angle-angle pengambilan gambarnya mirip seperti film Dancing with the Wolves. Ketiga, musiknya (speaks for itself). Instrumen-instrumen india seperti flute, ketipung dan sitar nya, aaa…seperti membawamu berjalan-jalan menelusuri Taj Mahal (hows that for a description??). Keempat, alur ceritanya dan karakter-karakter di dalamnya. Durasi film yang panjang ini membuat pembangunan kisahnya menjadi lebih solid, jadi flow dari satu scene ke scene lainnya lebih natural, tidak terkesan dipaksakan karena mengejar kuota waktu. Bumbu-bumbu kisah cinta di dalamnya membuat cerita drama bergenre Remember the Titans ini jadi lebih menarik. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Bagi yang ingin melihat film India yang berkualitas tinggi, I truly recommend Lagaan. Anyway, Lagaan juga film India ke-3 yang berhasil masuk ke nominasi Oscar dan berada di posisi ke-2 (setelah 3 Idiots) highest-grossing bollywood films of all time, how’s that for an appeal??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Jadi kenapa aku suka film india?? Selain ke empat aspek yang aku kemukakan di film Lagaan tadi, ada satu hal yang membuatku come back for more. Film India membuatku bermimpi. Mimpi betapa idealnya kalo apapun yang terjadi dalam hidup kita, kita bisa awali dan akhiri bahkan jalani dengan tarian dan nyanyian sebagai companion-nya. Aku tau kalian pada “freaky” ngebayanginnya. Terlepas dari betapa absurdnya ide itu aku tetep bayangin betapa asiknya kalo kita bisa menyanyi dan menari bersama dengan bunch of strangers dimanapun dan kapanpun kita berada. Ga usah pake latihan, kita bisa nyanyi bersahut-sahutan dengan sekumpulan orang atau perform dance routine yang sama dan secara kompak dengan preman-preman pasar sekalipun (kebayang ga sih nari2 ama preman garang2 gitu,,,hihihii..lucu pasti ya). Serunya bersama-sama berhamburan keluar rumah disaat hujan tiba, menyanyi di taman umum saat aku sedang dimabuk cinta ato pas aku lagi sedih n sendiri, ada orang yang menghiburku&amp;nbsp; melalui syair nyanyian yang didendangkannya…hehhee..pita&amp;nbsp;memang tukang ngayal, ak senang bermimpi hidup di film India, aku ingin sesekali waktu tinggal di dunia bebas berekspresi tanpa mengenal kata “jaim” seperti di film India...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;but for now, mari mimpi liat film India selanjutnya saja....ada masukan?? :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ps: oleh oleh dari nonton film india 3 hari berturut-turut, berikut ini salah satu soundtrack dr film Fanaa, coba dengerin instrumennya pas lagi interlude...kerennn abisss...rasanya kayak butterflies in your stomach and you fall in love all over again!! hehehehhehe....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;selamat jatuh cinta dengan film India =)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="525" width="873"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gUxd53vvB3U&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gUxd53vvB3U&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="873" height="525"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-5123793918978195388?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/5123793918978195388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=5123793918978195388&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/5123793918978195388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/5123793918978195388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/06/acaaachaapaheeindiahe.html' title='acaa..achaa...pahee....INDIAHE!'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-6044042578506796005</id><published>2010-06-08T13:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T11:45:43.907+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Ooops…Hollywood did it again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta content="text/html; 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 &lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I know Hollywood is such a cheeseball, but sadly we have to admit that it’s a hard fact that no matter how much people hate Hollywood, I’m sure they’ll find their way back into loving it. And today, I’m one of those people. I happen to regard Hollywood, in this case MTV featuring Sandra Bullock, as cheesecake. &amp;nbsp;Yes, MTV was sweet and Sandra is a Winner!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I just finished watching MTV Movie Awards 2010 premiered on TV. As always MTV knows exactly how to put up a great show, the movie awards is entertaining as always (it’s never really about the awards anyway :P)&amp;nbsp; though I have to admit that there were some jokes,&amp;nbsp; I just couldn’t get. Still the same as last year, Twilight Saga dominated the nominations and almost swept clean the prizes, including Best Male &amp;amp; Female awards, Best Kiss and etc. Again with Team Jacob and Team Edward and the exclusive look on next Twilight series trailer. This year’s host, Aziz Ansari, is such a goofball. &amp;nbsp;A special tribute was made for the biggest movie of last year, Avatar. Buuut… here comes my favorite part of the show, the part where it really got me, when they gave out the Special Awards for MTV Generation. The presenters were Betty White, Bradley Cooper and Scarlet Johansson (on behalf of Ryan Reynolds). The screen flashed out the awarded’s name and pictures all over. And guess whom this award goes to?? The one and only…..drumroll….. Sandra Bullock!! MTV and the rest of the Hollywood knew that tonight was Sandy’s first public appearance since her (now ex-) husband’s scandal came out. She’s been in the hiding ever since that news hit the stand. It was really an ironic thing, couple of nights before it happened Sandra was on top of the world, she won her first Academy Awards for the best Actress and thanked tearfully to her husband in front of all the audience for having her back and made her work better. And by overnight the whole world disgusted with Jesse James for what he’s done and felt sympathetic to Sandra Bullock. She is one of American sweethearts whom everyone loves; she is the Betty White of our generation. Bradley cooper’s speech was really moving, while Betty White’s was more teasing and joking with Sandra. The camera showed her expression while those ex-costars of her delivered their speech; it sent shivers down my spine to see her expression at that time. I’ve always been such Sandra Bullocks fan and tonight was just one of many nights that I had been justified.&amp;nbsp; Sandra held her head up high, walked to the stage, even addressed many rumors that have been circulating about her in a very joking manner, and she even kissed Scarlett Johansson and finally pleaded Hollywood to treat her normally again, to just mock on her the way they used to. Sandy is such a CLASS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I know I know some of you would still think that, that was still a cheese ball and nothing new there, it was all scripted, and it’d probably be another publicity stunt by both parties…yadee yada yaa… ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But I’d say that those speeches from the presenters, the award, and the moment given on the podium to let her have her closure with all the crap she’s been going through, was really a nice touch. It looked sincere to me (though I have to admit I am easily bought). And nobody doubted what kind of hell she has gone through, but we all witnessed a triumphant comeback by Sandy (quoting Ryan Seacrest) and it was an inspiring sight! I wouldn’t expect anything less from a Sandra Bullock. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So here you go Hollywood, good job,&amp;nbsp; you’ve done it again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://moviesblog.mtv.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/281x21137.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://moviesblog.mtv.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/281x21137.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&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/11097767-6044042578506796005?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/6044042578506796005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=6044042578506796005&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/6044042578506796005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/6044042578506796005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/06/ooopshollywood-did-it-again.html' title='Ooops…Hollywood did it again!'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-2226638677130145782</id><published>2010-06-06T15:32:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T11:46:08.959+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>The other side of Rachel Berry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www3.timeoutny.com/chicago/blog/out-and-about/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/glee-cast.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://www3.timeoutny.com/chicago/blog/out-and-about/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/glee-cast.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya yakin, by now, kita semua sudah mendengar tentang Glee, salah satu serial TV terpopuler di Amerika saat ini. Glee adalah nama sebuah program ekstrakurikule vocal group untuk siswa-siswi SMA  (akan tetapi selain menyanyi mereka juga harus belajar koreografi). Pada serial TV ini, Glee club di SMA McKinley diikuti oleh siswa-siswi yang berada di jajaran paling bawah di social caste system sekolahnya tapi sebenernya memendam bakat tersembunyi, yaitu, menyanyi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tidak sulit untuk mengerti alasan di balik fenomena kepopulerannya, Glee selain menghibur melalui komposisi musik dan koreografi tari yang catchy juga menawarkan cerita yang kebanyakan remaja Amerika bisa feel related to. Para remaja yang pernah merasa dianggap freakshow, outcast, tidak  ada yang sanggup mengerti,  berusaha menorehkan namanya di  sejarah anak populer di sekolah. Anggotanya mulai dari yang berada di kursi roda, seorang siswi berkulit hitam yang merasa seperti Beyonce, seorang siswi Asia yang gagap, seorang jock (pemain American football) sekolah hingga 3 orang cheerleader yang punya alternative motives. Karakter yang berwarna-warni dari tiap anggota Glee club inilah yang benar-benar memikat para penggemarnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salah satu dari tokoh sentral yang eksentrik di serial ini bernama Rachel Berry, dia adalah penyanyi cewe andalan  di glee club itu. Rachel bukanlan seorang karakter protagonis yang tipikal karena walaupun suaranya yang merupakan asset terbesar di club itu, sayangnya Rachel mempunyai kepribadian yang benar-benar “annoying”.  Ambisinya untuk menjadi untuk menjadi bintang yang selalu menjadi pusat perhatian, membuat teman-teman clubnya terkadang jengah. Terlepas dari segala  kekurangan dan kesalahan dalam metode meraih mimpinya, satu hal yang kita pantas teladani dari karakternya, Rachel adalah seseorang yang mengenali bakat dan kekuatannya, tahu pasti mimpinya dan berusaha keras tanpa kenal menyerah untuk mewujudkannya. Meskipun hinaan dan caci maki adalah menunya tiap hari, dia tetap ceria dan optimis, tak sekalipun dia meragukan pilihannya. Setiap bangun pagi dia berlari di treadmillnya dan membayangkan dia sedang mengejar mimpinya sebagai seorang “Star” , penuh inisiatif dengan memberi banyak input kepada instruktur vocal mereka, Mr.Schue, dan selalu berusaha menyemangati teammatesnya jika mereka merasa minder ataupun ragu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I envy Rachel Berry. Tidak mudah untuk memegang teguh satu mimpi. Tidak mudah untuk mengenal dirimu dan tahu pasti yang kamu inginkan. Tidak mudah untuk tidak meragukan pilihanmu ketika semua orang mencerca dan mencibir. Tidak mudah untuk tetap berusaha dan berusaha walaupun dihadapkan pada kegagalan yang bertubi-tubi. Berapa kali kita merasa bahwa sepertinya kita tidak pernah benar-benar menggali lebih dalam potensi diri kita sebenarnya dan berharap seandainya kita lebih berani mengejar mimpi-mimpi yang dulu kita anggap konyol. Mungkin kita belum terlambat, mungkin kita akan lebih bahagia. Rachel mengajarkan pada kita bahwa, “It’s okay to be yourself. It’s alright to be different; you should try to be someone that you are. Know yourself and be true to it.”  And I wish we can all see this side of Rachel each time we see her annoying nag on TV, cause we (at least I did) could actually learn something from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://annehelenpetersen.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/rachel-berry-glee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://annehelenpetersen.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/rachel-berry-glee.jpg" width="277" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-2226638677130145782?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/2226638677130145782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=2226638677130145782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/2226638677130145782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/2226638677130145782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/06/other-side-of-rachel-berry.html' title='The other side of Rachel Berry'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-5226316670551248338</id><published>2010-06-04T13:18:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T11:41:27.906+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>“Here’s looking at you, kid!”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #b45f06; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"My mum’s life was never “blue” or “black” or “green” or “yellow”, hidupnya adalah mozaik kaya warna. Dan apakah ibuku telah menjalani hidupnya seperti yang telah tertulis di angkasa?? We’ll never know. Tapi yang jelas, beliau adalah pelangi di angkasa putra-putrinya.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wcDSYJ2bfcI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wcDSYJ2bfcI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Bersekolah sebaik-baiknya, lulus dengan prestasi yang memuaskan, mempunyai karir yang gemilang, menjadi seorang ibu yang baik untuk putra-putrinya, menjadi istri yang berkarakter bagi suaminya, dan last but not least, menjadi seorang putri yang dapat membahagiakan orang tuanya. Sedari kecil, aku selalu yakin, bahwa itulah yang ada di bayanganku tentang bagaimana aku akan menjalani hidupku di masa depan. Dan aku membayangkan, aku bahagia.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Ironisnya sekarang aku berumur 25 tahun, sudah 3 tahun lulus dari pendidikan universitas, belum menikah, tinggal sendirian di sebuah kamar kost di pulau Bali, no family and friends around, dan no job to be busy with. &lt;i&gt;Just me, my backpack and one suitcase, in an island that is no home for me. What happened??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This goes back to 20 years ago,&lt;/i&gt; kedua orangtuaku masing-masing mempunya karir mereka, walaupun bukan big profile career tapi mereka menekuni profesi mereka sebagai pendidik dengan sepenuh hati.   Ketika berumur 10 tahun ayahku meninggal karena penyakit stroke, hanya dalam hitungan hari beliau pergi meninggalkan istri dan 3 orang anaknya yang masih sangat membutuhkan keberadaannya untuk selama-lamanya. Ibuku, tak bisa berlama-lama dalam duka, segera beranjak dan kembali mengajar, menyadari kalau ketiga anaknya membutuhkan biaya dan kehadiran orangtuanya, baik secara fisik maupun moril. Ibu adalah sosok yang kuat, tangguh, pemberani. Melihat perjuangan ibuku untuk mencukupi kebutuhan kami dan tetap ada saat kami ingin mencurahkan hati sepulang &lt;i&gt;bad day at school. She was simply my role model.&lt;/i&gt; Seorang wanita harus bisa mandiri, seperti ibuku, karena ketika dunia kami seakan mau rubuh sepeninggal bapak, ibu disana menahan dunia itu untuk kami.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Aku cukup diberkahi dengan dapat menjadi murid yang cukup baik dalam mengikuti pelajaran di sekolah. Walaupun prestasi tidak selalu konsisten, namun dapat dipastikan aku akan berada dalam peringkat 5 teratas di setiap jenjang pendidikan akademik yang aku tempuh.  Aku ingin menjadi seperti ibuku, seorang pelajar akademik teladan, seseorang yang mempunyai karir dan seorang sosok ibu yang hebat. &lt;i&gt;Silently, I was my mum biggest fan&lt;/i&gt;. Negeri asingpun aku tinggali, despite semua ketakutanku berada jauh dari keluarga untuk meraih cita-citaku itu. Semangat pun berkobar, karena aku tahu aku membuat ibuku bahagia dan segala yang aku lakukan itu menjadi lebih bermakna karenanya. Aku punya mimpi, jika kelak aku menjadi seorang wanita yang sukses dalam karirnya, aku akan menabung sebanyak-banyaknya untuk membiayai ibuku pergi berkeliling Eropa. Bisa dibilang&lt;i&gt; my life goal was built around that idea. I’m in this, not to win it, I’m in it, for her, cause it was always for her. &lt;/i&gt;Akhirnya, lulus sekolah dan aku diterima kerja di salah satu major hotel chain di Eropa, &lt;i&gt;I’m getting closer to achieving my lifetime dream.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Sebuah kenyataan pahit seperti menamparku, menusukku dan melemparku jauh ke dalam ke lubang hitam di dasar laut. Ibuku menderita penyakit kanker payudara stadium lanjut, komplikasi dengan penyakit syaraf di kepalanya yang sangat menyiksanya. Dua tahun lamanya dia berjuang melawan penyakit-penyakitnya, 2 tahun lamanya aku dan saudaraku-saudaraku berharap mukjizat Tuhan terjadi untuk orang terbaik di dunia ini.&lt;i&gt; At the end of the day,  &lt;/i&gt;satu hal yang harus aku syukuri, adalah aku telah diberi kesempatan untuk menghabiskan waktu bersama ibuku di 3 bulan terakhir hidupnya.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Seperti mimpi buruk panjang yang aku tak segera dapat terbangun darinya, aku merasa seperti seorang&lt;i&gt; lifeless zombie,&lt;/i&gt; jiwaku telah mengembara jauh dari raganya. Aku tak tahu apakah perjuangannya, kegigihannya dalam mengejar karir dan membesarkannya anak-anaknya yang sia-sia, atau semua usahaku untuk menjadi murid terbaik dan mendapat karir yang menjanjikan agar dapat membiayai ibuku pergi berkeliling Eropa yang tak ada artinya. Tapi yang jelas, yang aku dapat lihat dari ini semua,&lt;i&gt; neither of us achieved our dreams.&lt;/i&gt; Impian ibuku pastinya melihat putra-putrinya berhasil dalam hidupnya, dengan karir yang bisa dibanggakan. Ibaratnya seperti kita ikut pertandingan marathon, semua jarak yang telah kita tempuh dalam berlari, apalah artinya, kalau kita tidak pernah melihat finish line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Aku kehilangan segalanya, aku kehilangan semangat, aku kehilangan tujuan, dan aku mempertanyakan keadilan Tuhan,&lt;i&gt; yes, I even slowly losing my faith. My mum was my life,&lt;/i&gt; walopun kadang kami juga tidak sependapat, kadang beliau berkata keras dan tak mengerti aku, tapi ibukulah segalanya itu. Aku tak tahu lagi apa yang aku ingini dari hidup ini, &lt;i&gt;career and wealth or status meant nothing with my mum never being able to see it.&lt;/i&gt; Semua hal yang dulu ingin aku kerjakan, semua posisi yang dulu menjadi impianku, &lt;i&gt;seem like a distant memory now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Aku berakhir disini, di kamar kost ini, sendiri, mencoba untuk menarik diriku dari semua hal yang dulu aku asosiasikan sebagai “aku”. Dari kenangan akan orang tuaku, dari saudara-saudaraku, dari teman-temanku dan dari kampung halamanku, berharap menemukan something. That something could be anything, apapun yang mengembalikan cahaya dalam hidupku. Aku ingin dilahirkan kembali. Merenung, apakah aku salah, apakah aku salah mengartikan ini semua? Apakah ibuku benar-benar telah gagal dalam perjuangannya? Benarkah aku telah gagal membuat ibuku bahagia? Benarkah hidupku benar-benar telah kehilangan arti?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;And it got me thinking, if my mum were here in my shoes, what would she do?? Tiba-tiba aku teringat , dan menyadari bahwa ibuku telah mengalami semua yang aku alami ini, she was indeed in my shoes before!! Ya, ibuku kehilangan sosok seorang ayah, kehilangan suami saat putra-putrinya masih terlalu kecil, kehilangan ibu.&lt;i&gt; But what did she do each and every time she felt like she has lost everything? She walked it all off&lt;/i&gt;…. Bukannya berpaling dari Tuhan, dia malah makin mendekatkan diri pada Sang Guru Sejati, ibu bertambah kuat, beliau percaya semua hal yang telah dilaluinya adalah ujian dari Tuhan yang akan membuatnya makin tangguh. Tidak semuanya dapat berjalan sesuai dengan rencana kita. &lt;b&gt;We need to learn to make the best use of whatever the ongoing scenario is,&lt;i&gt; c’est la vie&lt;/i&gt;! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is what would make us good at doing life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Kita semua mempunyai cerita yang telah ditulis di angkasa, tapi bagaimana kita bertindak dan menanggapi &lt;i&gt;every bumps on the road &lt;/i&gt;itu yang menentukan apakah kita akan menjalani cerita kita seperti yang telah dituliskan. Ibu mengajarkan ini tidak dengan kata-kata, &lt;i&gt;but she taught us this, through her attitude towards life.&lt;/i&gt; Aahh….ibuku yang selalu riang, yang menggubah lirik dan melodi, merajut taplak meja saat beliau terserang insomnia akut dan selalu terjaga di malam hari, ibuku yang selalu meng-sms ku dengan petikan-petikan sabda ketika aku sedang merasa sedih, ibuku yang belajar berenang di usia 45 tahun dan berkata “ Tak pernah ada kata terlambat untuk belajar” , ibuku yang tak pernah melewatkan kesempatan ikut lomba karaoke dimanapun beliau berada (dan selalu memenangkannya :P), ibu ku yang mengubah susu yang sudah hampir basi menjadi tofu kaya protein (tak ada kata dibuang buat ibuku…hehhehe), ibuku yang rajin berdendang sambil memetik gitar atau memainkan piano, ibuku yang tak pernah mengenal kata putus asa bahkan saat sakitnya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I was wrong to question the meaning of it all, karena tak ada yang sia-sia dalam hidup ibuku, as a matter of fact, tak ada satu hal pun dalam hidupnya yang spells out failure. Life is not a marathon,  beliau tidak gagal walaupun tidak mencapai finish line.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;She has lived a very full life.&lt;/b&gt; If there’s anything she would like me to learn from everything that she went through is that it was not about getting to the top of Mt. Everest, but it was about the climb, sing on your way to the top, in other words, it’s like she’s saying,”Go! Shine! Be that bright successful young woman you always want to be, chase your dream, raise your gorgeous family, and most importantly BE HAPPY in the process, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;no matter what, because between here and there, that’s where life happens.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Walaupun hanya dengan kenangan akan dirinya, ibuku seolah disini bersamaku, memberikan jawaban atas semua pertanyaanku. Jadi, &lt;i&gt;I better make haste to be back on track, &lt;/i&gt;bersekolah, checked; lulus, checked; berkarir and family life, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;one happy on going process &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-5226316670551248338?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/5226316670551248338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=5226316670551248338&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/5226316670551248338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/5226316670551248338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/06/heres-looking-at-you-kid.html' title='“Here’s looking at you, kid!”'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-8730691215775942511</id><published>2010-05-12T15:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T11:39:15.915+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>nyanyian rindu</title><content type='html'>satu sore berjalan di taman bunga&lt;br /&gt;berbaring di padang rumput hijau disamping sungai kecil yang airnya bening.... &lt;br /&gt;angin ramah menyapa, menggoyang ilalang-ilalang liar disampingnya&lt;br /&gt;masih menengadah....... kupejam mata, kutarik nafas dalam dalam, tanpa sadar otot wajahku tertarik, membentuk sebuah lengkungan lebar di bibirku...aku tersenyum&lt;br /&gt;darahku mengalir seperti air geyser yang mencair dan mengalir menuruni pegunungan nadiku...segar, hidup, menyejukkan... &lt;br /&gt;hatiku hangat, ragaku nyaman, &lt;br /&gt;samar terasa sebuah tangan menggapai, perlahan kubuka mata&lt;br /&gt;berkernyit... &lt;br /&gt;disana kamu,&lt;br /&gt;diatas rumput,&lt;br /&gt;membalas senyumku, &lt;br /&gt;nyata disampingku,&lt;br /&gt;dengan wajah terindahmu&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;lembut membelai dahiku&lt;br /&gt;dan mengecupnya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;untukku semuanya berhenti disini&lt;br /&gt;waktu tak lagi berarti&lt;br /&gt;ini cukup...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*untuk cinta, yang akan datang dengan si burung besi raksasa ajaib, melewati ribuan mil daratan dan samudra, di hari yang kita tandai dengan kecupan..... aku disini melipat jemariku, menunduk, mengirim doa dan nyanyian ke udara... yang akan membawamu selamat kembali ke dalam dunia ku*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-8730691215775942511?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/8730691215775942511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=8730691215775942511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/8730691215775942511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/8730691215775942511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/05/nyanyian-rindu.html' title='nyanyian rindu'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-5274775140072380091</id><published>2010-05-08T19:00:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T11:47:15.055+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>my personal favorite list of romantic movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Jikalau ada yang mood nonton film romantis baik sebagai date movie atau karena lagi pingin nonton sesuatu yang enteng tapi tetap menghibur, tapi bingung pengen nonton apa, mungkin kali ini saya bisa membantu :) Dibawah ini saya "persembahkan" daftar film romantis yang lumayan favorit di ingatan saya (yg bisa bikin saya pengen nonton lagi kalo ga sengaja liat di TV ato kalo pas liat di DVD rental atau kalo pas liat torrentnya available dengan seeder nya melimpah :P &lt;dasar downloader="" mental=""&gt;)..... daftar berikut ini tidak disusun berdasar favoritas (bahasa apa lg ini?!) maupun apapun yg masuk akal -maklum terlalu malas untuk nyusun logika nya- klo emang ada alasan kenapa yang satu disebut lebih dulu dari yang lain, itu murni karena ingatan saya pada film tersebut datang lebih awal ^^v....&lt;/dasar&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Selamat memilih, hope you'll have as much fun as i did =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Emma (1996)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.selu.edu/Academics/Faculty/sparrill/images/emma%20and%20knightley.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://www2.selu.edu/Academics/Faculty/sparrill/images/emma%20and%20knightley.jpg" tt="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Film ini super bagus!!! Pada dasarnya saya salah satu dari penggemar berat novel klasik Jane Austen, dan abis nonton film ini jadi bingung, mana yg lebih favorit, Emma atau Pride and Prejudice, Mr. Darcy atau Mr. Knightley?? Aaaa....tidak! Tapi kalo disuruh milih antara Emma atau Elizabeth Bennet, aku jelas milih Emma, karena her portrayal was more human, she's capable of making mistakes, childish but has a very pure heart :) I simply love her character, jadinya pas banget sama Mr. Knightley yang kesannya selalu mencerca nya tapi sebenarnya dialah orang yang justru paling melindunginya. Jeremy Northam pas banget meranin sosok seorang Mr. Knightley dan Gwyneth Paltrow...hmmm...tak perlu diragukan lagi kualitas aktingnya. This is simply a must-watch movie for all you romantic movies lurker out there!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Breakfast at Tiffany's (1961)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bestlittlebookshelf.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/celebrity-image-audrey-hepburn-in-breakfast-at-tiffany-s-15760.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://bestlittlebookshelf.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/celebrity-image-audrey-hepburn-in-breakfast-at-tiffany-s-15760.jpg" tt="true" width="227" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Audrey Hepburn is &lt;i&gt;almost &lt;/i&gt;the definition of perfect beauty (cause, at least in this movie, she was way too skinny for me) and she's beautiful inside out (heard about her charity work when she was still alive??) anyway this film&amp;nbsp;is a must see classic, and for fashion lovers, I dont think anybody would ever feel the need to debate Audrey's sense of style.... it's timeless elegance..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;The Jane Austen Book Club (2007)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cache.thephoenix.com/secure/uploadedImages/The_Phoenix/Movies/Reviews/inside_the-jane-austen-book.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://cache.thephoenix.com/secure/uploadedImages/The_Phoenix/Movies/Reviews/inside_the-jane-austen-book.jpg" tt="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Pertama lihat judul fim ini dan posternya, hmmm....kok kayaknya bakalan gitu2 aja alur ceritanya, tapi begitu aku nonton kemaren, aaaww....I was pleasantly surprised dengan bagusnya film ini, karakter-karakter di film ini baik yang cowo maupun yang cewe mirip dengan karakter-karakter di novel nya Jane Austen, jadi buat yang belum pernah baca maupun liat film berdasar novel-novelnya mungkin akan sedikit bingung, karena juga dialog2 mereka banyak soal novelnya Jane Austen. Jadi mungkin film ini not for everyone's taste, sorry guys.. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Reality Bites (1994)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://youngromantic.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/reality_bites3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" src="http://youngromantic.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/reality_bites3.jpg" tt="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Film ini bagus karena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt; a) i love Winona Ryder's attitude in this movie...(watch it thaen you'll understand what i mean)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;b) i think that i always have a thing for guys who can't express their feelings, that's why they're not cheesy... cause when they actually do express themselves we'll know that it's for real (and Ethan Hawke is the perfect choice for this character)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;The Proposal (2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hearsay.cc/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/proposal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.hearsay.cc/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/proposal.jpg" tt="true" width="248" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Ini film mengingatkanku akan kenangan manis dan pahit, film terakhir yang aku tonton satu minggu sebelum aku balik for good ke indo berdua ama Rio pas kita weekend getaway ke Maastricht, film ini juga yang nemenin ga keruannya perasaan ku selama 13 jam di perjalanan antara Amsterdam - S'pore yang akhirnya aku tonton 3 kali berturut-turut... adegan favorit di film ini adalah tiap kali Ryan Reynolds nya senyum2 sendiri gimana (walopun kadang senyum penuh sarkasme) kalo liat tingkahnya Sandra Bullocknya.....too cute for words!!! &amp;nbsp;dan tentunya ketika dia berlari-lari ke kantor pas adegan terakhirnya n deliver line proposal nya &amp;nbsp;"Margaret, will you marry me? Because I'd like to date you." Aaaaaww&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;......super sweet ;) WAJIB WAJIIB WAJIB!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Sweet Home Alabama&amp;nbsp;(2002)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;+ When a Man Loves a Woman (1994)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://l.yimg.com/eb/ymv/us/img/hv/photo/movie_pix/touchstone_pictures/sweet_home_alabama/_group_photos/josh_lucas7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://l.yimg.com/eb/ymv/us/img/hv/photo/movie_pix/touchstone_pictures/sweet_home_alabama/_group_photos/josh_lucas7.jpg" tt="true" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoOelH1ORP0/RfNM2Tl1R3I/AAAAAAAAA3w/fE0DzsuNu58/s1600/when-a-man-loves2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoOelH1ORP0/RfNM2Tl1R3I/AAAAAAAAA3w/fE0DzsuNu58/s320/when-a-man-loves2.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Ga tau dah nonton film ini berapa kali, yang bener-bener bikin kesengsem ama film ini si suaminya disini, yang udah ditinggalin, dijahatin, tp masih sayang bangett....n betapa selama ini dia banyak berubah buat ngebahagiain si istrinya yg berubah jadi seenaknya banget walopun istrinya ga pernah tahu...mengharukan, hiks, romantiss.... &amp;nbsp;^^&amp;nbsp;ada kemiripan dengan When a Man&amp;nbsp;Loves a Woman jadinya resensinya&amp;nbsp;2 in 1 aja, karena&amp;nbsp;I like them both so muchh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Kuch Kuch Hota Hai (1998)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i34.tinypic.com/2znwx6s.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="144" src="http://i34.tinypic.com/2znwx6s.png" tt="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Yang pertama dan utama yang menjual dari film ini yaitu chemistry antara 2 aktor utamanya, Shahrukh Khan ama Kajol, ditunjang dengan cerita cinta yang cliche bin klasik (boy meets girl, he falls in love with another girl, but then finds out that she always loved the first girl), dan yang jelas soundtracknya, apakah arti film bollywood tanpa tarian dan nyanyian nya.....:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;While You Were Sleeping (1995)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://uwkimmy.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/whileyouweresleeping.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://uwkimmy.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/whileyouweresleeping.jpg" tt="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Film wajbnya RTL5 (channel TV belanda) kalo pas musim natal, dan tiap natal pula aku mesti nonton film ini. Tipe film yang kalo kmu nonton rasanya bisa nyaamaaan gitu di hati, bener-bener chicken soup your soul during the cold winter, apalagi kalau liat rumah-rumah di suburb amerika yang dihias&amp;nbsp;warna warni lampu natal...indahnya..&amp;nbsp;dan yang jelas pemainnya, deng...deng...deng....siapa lagi kalo bukan Sandra Bullock...:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Pride and Prejudice (2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thecia.com.au/reviews/p/images/pride-and-prejudice-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://thecia.com.au/reviews/p/images/pride-and-prejudice-1.jpg" tt="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Mr Darcy nya karakternya mirip dengan Edward Cullen, cakep, kaya, pinter, misterius, gentleman banget dan walaupun selalu di misunderstood sama orang-orang di sekeliingnya sebenarnya dia punya noble intention dan truly madly deeply in love sama Elizabeth. Jane Austen's favoritku!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Wall E (2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pascalg.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/wall-e-eve-1640.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://pascalg.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/wall-e-eve-1640.jpg" tt="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;wall e: "eveeee..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;eve: "wall- eeeee"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;these 2 lines alone, whenever i hear them in this movie, i just can't help but smile :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Ever After (1998)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.naergilien.info/research/london1/VandA/Cast_Courts/Beatrice_DEstes_Tomb/everafter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.naergilien.info/research/london1/VandA/Cast_Courts/Beatrice_DEstes_Tomb/everafter.jpg" tt="true" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;again, I'm BIG on Disney classics, and of course Cinderella story...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Pretty Woman (1990)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.withthisfavor.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/richard-julia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://www.withthisfavor.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/richard-julia.jpg" tt="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;By now, pasti semua sudah tau betapa pemimpinya seorang Puspita Adiastari, asumsi anda semua memang valid, sangat valid! call me shallow, i don't care, girl can dream ;) Richard Gere dan Julia Roberts finest love story of all time, kalo ada cewe yang liat film ini dan bilang ga terpesona ama Richard Gere disini, i don't know what she is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Definitely, Maybe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;(2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thecia.com.au/reviews/d/images/definitely-maybe-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="196" src="http://thecia.com.au/reviews/d/images/definitely-maybe-4.jpg" tt="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cerita tentang seorang duda yang bercerita kepada putrinya tentang kisah-kisah cintanya sewaktu dia masih muda, tapi semua nama cewe di ceritanya disamarkan dan anaknya harus menebak yang mana ibunya, dan apakah ibunya love of his life?? heart warming... ryan reynolds actingnya juga pas banget sebagai seorang ayah, salah satu film yang buat aku makin ngefans sama aktor satu ini. I personally&amp;nbsp;think one of these days he's gonna grab one of those movie awards, love love him ... :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Amelie (2001)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tracksuitceo.files.wordpress.com/2007/07/amelie-at-the-movies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="218" src="http://tracksuitceo.files.wordpress.com/2007/07/amelie-at-the-movies.jpg" tt="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Cukup malu untuk mengakui&amp;nbsp; ini, tapi pertama kali nonton Amelie, aku bingung banget n ga ngerti maksud film ini, mungkin karena waktu itu aku nonton vcd n subtitle indonesia nya ga gitu lengkap n jelas, jadinya aku males2an nonton ini, Tapi pas di Belanda, aku pinjem vcd ori nya Ruth, aku bener-bener sukaa ama Audrey Tatou eversince!! mungkin aktris paling cantik abad ini, inner and outer, amazing how she can look that beautiful yet that smart . Anyway, sinematografinya Amelie memang khas french movies, alur ceritanya yang agak twisted, tapi sebenernya amat sangat romantis!! Highly recommended (jempol jempol jempol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Bodyguard from Beijing (1994)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/S-UKJcoyLdI/AAAAAAAAAD8/abgDbikLnmg/s1600/post-106193-1140244766.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/S-UKJcoyLdI/AAAAAAAAAD8/abgDbikLnmg/s320/post-106193-1140244766.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Inget banget nonton film ini pas masih SD apa SMP, Jet Li aktor Cina favoritku waktu itu...cool abis, ga banyak ngomong dan seakan memendam sejuta misteri...hahahhahha...intinya film ini&amp;nbsp;childhood romantic movies ku :D not a must-see movie, but it holds a special place in my memory :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt; Painted Veil (2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinartarhan.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/PaintedVeilDM_468x301.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="205" src="http://pinartarhan.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/PaintedVeilDM_468x301.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt; Who would've thought Edward Norton takes on this romantic character, and he simply outdid himself...I wont say no more. Great settings for a great love story! (makasi Rio for picking out this movie for our movie night...love it!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-5274775140072380091?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/5274775140072380091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=5274775140072380091&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/5274775140072380091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/5274775140072380091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-personal-favorite-list-of-romantic.html' title='my personal favorite list of romantic movies'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AoOelH1ORP0/RfNM2Tl1R3I/AAAAAAAAA3w/fE0DzsuNu58/s72-c/when-a-man-loves2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-5241487972632299</id><published>2010-05-05T12:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T01:54:09.863+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>beauty is a pain??</title><content type='html'>okay, sebenernya aku salah satu orang yang benar2 ingin menolak mentah2 slogan "tidak pandai" semacam itu, kenapa definisi beauty bisa begitu sempit?? harus langsing (cenderung ke kurus), rambut tebal, mengkilat, mata besar, kaki panjang langsing, kuning langsat atau putih (bagi orang indo), gigi putih berderet rapi, kalo bisa pake sepatu yang berhak tinggi n jalan kemana aja bisa kayak model jalan di catwalk, beuuh...dan serentetan lainnya!&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.....beauty is a pain??? Memang, aku tak bisa menyangkal mentah2 kebenaran dari saying ini, I kinda in the middle with this statement. Kecantikan butuh pengorbanan?? itu baru aku setuju sepenuhnya.... karena aku percaya segala sesuatu yang baik dan indah dalam hidup itu butuh pengorbanan.&lt;br /&gt;Yang jelas, menurut opiniku tak ada yang lebih cantik dari seseorang yang memancarkan aura sehat dari tubuh dan pikirannya. Seseorang yang sehat, otomatis akan mempunya kulit yang bagus, gigi yg bersih, berbau wangi (paling ga, ga BB), dan walaupun mungkin tidak setinggi dan selangsing model2 di catwalk, seseorang yg berberat badan ideal (tak perlu kurus) berbekal dengan intelektualitas dan kepercayaan diri yang cukup, tetap akan terlihat cantik dan menawan.&lt;br /&gt;Dan tentu untuk menjadi sehat, kita tak bisa menjadi seseorang yang ignorant, makan kapan saja dan apa saja yang terlihat lezat di mata kita ataupun berolahraga jika ada inspirasi. Sehat butuh pengorbanan, butuh komitmen. Paling tidak, kita harus tahu batas2 dan dapat mengontrol apa yang ingin kita masukkan ke dalam tubuh kita. Kita butuh untuk mengenali tubuh kita lebih baik agar kita dapat lebih menyayanginya (karena sayang bukan hanya kata2). Kalo tau punya keturunan diabetes, ya jangan menkonsumsi gula banyak2, teh tawar enak juga lo :) itu salah satu contoh gampang! (tapi terus terang susah juga ini diaplikasikan di situasi saya, soalnya keluargaku punya sejarah dari diabetes, kolesterol, darah tinggi sampai kanker.....gimana coba??) sekarang yg bisa saya lakukan ya berusaha lebih ada kontrol dalam menyantap makanan, klo hari ini makan junk food ya besok tobat dengan "balans dag" (istilah belandanya :p) ..&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I believe, truly, that beauty comes from within, tidak hanya dari brain &amp;amp; behaviour tapi juga dari personal health kita... so make yourself pretty by being healthy guys :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-5241487972632299?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/5241487972632299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=5241487972632299&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/5241487972632299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/5241487972632299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/05/beauty-is-pain.html' title='beauty is a pain??'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-6456242728420639835</id><published>2010-05-05T12:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T11:49:07.725+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>with greater power comes greater responsibility</title><content type='html'>Jadi General Manager itu ga gampang ya ternyata (ngeliat apa aja agendanya GM ku, keder rasanya)... boro2 jadi general manager, jadi dept head aja rasanya dah mumet giniii...musti jaga image, itu one of my biggest obstacles, karena kalo kita let our guard down n teledor, anak buahmu bisa lebih teledor...contoh simpel: biasanya aku dengan cueknya bilang..." duhh kok&amp;nbsp; ga jam lima lima ya...ngantuk pengen tidur ", tapi itu kan ga pantes banget ternyata diucapkan oleh seorang yang should be seen as a figure to be looked up to... hmm... i guess you can't be that ignorant anymore when you climb your way to the top...&amp;nbsp; I need a 101 on leadership really :( gimana ya caranya bisa jadi orang yang asik but taken seriously by your subordinates?? &lt;br /&gt;any tips guys?? cause now, all i got is&amp;nbsp;the first part but not the later :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-6456242728420639835?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/6456242728420639835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=6456242728420639835&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/6456242728420639835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/6456242728420639835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/05/with-greater-power-comes-greater.html' title='with greater power comes greater responsibility'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-4304407234509530471</id><published>2010-04-19T14:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T07:27:35.094+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just for fun'/><title type='text'>random things on a jumbled order</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've worked for two weeks in this new office I'm in, I love my colleagues...well most of em :p, they're fun and easy to work with.... however, I decided that I'm gonna resign from this job a.s.a.p, at first, it's because of the IT system that's just from outer space, but i figured out that it was much more than that...the one reason grew into multiple reasons which at the end, i found no other option for me than leaving that company...I wish I could say "I wish I could stay", but I dont think I wanna say that, once I made my decision, there's no turning back.... Thank You so much Lord, for showing me, for opening my eyes to a total different perspective of life....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mi amor will be in town!!!! YAYYYYYYY! happy days are coming soon, to be precise, he'll be coming on the 3rd of July....for around 3 weeks, and this time, I'm gonna be with him each second of his stay here :D cant hardly wait...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;By the end of this month I'm gonna turn 25....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I really recommend every body here to watch this movie called "3 Idiots" i'm not even gonna try to sell you this movie....cause this movie will shout for itself...BRILLIANT...BRILLIANT ...BRILLIANT...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm gonna confess, last Saturday, I shopped like there's no tomorrow....yet, I feel absolutely no remorse....hehehehhehhe...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; I am seriously considering to join a volunteer work in Bali&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and i love Audrey Hepburn......&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;finally i can maintain my ideal weight for more than a month =) please scale be nice...don't go beyond 57 kg....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm eating out too much...i wanna cook more, but its just my brother is wayyy too opinionated unlike rio...:P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My two best friends got married early this year, and I have to admit....that I envied them....hehehhehhe =) I want family life too....ehehhehhe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-4304407234509530471?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/4304407234509530471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=4304407234509530471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/4304407234509530471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/4304407234509530471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/04/random-things-on-jumbled-order.html' title='random things on a jumbled order'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-6885999013602702624</id><published>2010-04-11T18:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T11:52:19.120+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>menggila</title><content type='html'>sekarnag jam 11.28 pm waktu menunjukkan, dan aku masih di depan komputer di kantor, menunggu balance sheet yang tak kunjung selesai..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jangan ditanya kayak apa rasanya kerja di hari minggu sampe jam segini, dan udah 5 hari berturut2 pulang mpe jam 10 malem...kerja 14 jam sehari, apa aku baru aja balik ke indo di taun 1944 ya?? dijajah ma jepun?? hehhehehhe................ngantuuuuuuk............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-6885999013602702624?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/6885999013602702624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=6885999013602702624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/6885999013602702624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/6885999013602702624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/04/menggila.html' title='menggila'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-8106251664003044818</id><published>2010-04-03T10:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T11:49:07.726+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>new pace</title><content type='html'>Tanggal 1 April kemaren aku akhirnya melepas status pengangguranku, dengan proses interview dan tes yang cukup memakan 2 hari, aku resmi menjadi employee Best Westen Premier Solo dengan mengisi posisi chief accountant (CA). Terus terang kemaren ikut interview untuk posisi ini setengahnya coba-coba, karena aku sendiri ga tau apa kualifikasiku mencukupi, tapi kemudian ternyata kenyataan berkata, &lt;b&gt;mungkin&lt;/b&gt; aku&amp;nbsp; worth the opportunity afterall...(coba kalo aku ngomong "pede" gini di interview dah pasti ga keterimanya kali ya..hehehhehe :p)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tanggal 1 kemaren itu, hari pertama kerja, hari kamis, jumatnya Good Friday yang kalo di indo ini tanggal merah jadinya aku langsung libur, dan sabtunya tanggal 3 akad nikahnya putri jadi aku ijin, dan besok hari terakhir sebelum aku bener go into the battlefield. Mulai senin depan, aku akan kerja Senin sampe sabtu (dengan day off every other Saturday), jam kerja resmi jam 9 sampe 5, tapi realistically speaking dari jam 8 pagi sampe jam 6/7 malem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa yang aku rasakan saat ini?? its a mix of a lot of feelings, aneh ya?? well, human is a less simple creature than any other :D seharusnya the only feeling i should be feeling is happy...tapi ternyata tidak, aku takut, aku sedih (karena kemungkinan besar aku ga bisa nikmati waktu ama rio pas dia pulang nanti karena peraturan cuti yg mengerikan di indo) , sedikit gembira, bingung, aku kangen dengan semua yang di Belanda....kenapa begini? Karena hari pertamaku di tempat kerjaku cukup memberikanku culture shock, specifically business culture shock.... Let's say things are running quite differently ;).... tapi aku ga boleh jadi seorang quiter, this is such a huge challenge for me, i'm not only responsible for myself this time, i'm responsible for 10 other people in my team.... at least aku ga akan mundur sebelum berperang, i'm gonna give a damn good fight akan semua ketakutan yang ada di kepalaku sekarang..what do i have to lose now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God please please please show me the way....I'm scared, i'm petrified......Thank you for your amazing bless but please stick around, cause I really need more of that ...:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-8106251664003044818?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/8106251664003044818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=8106251664003044818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/8106251664003044818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/8106251664003044818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-pace.html' title='new pace'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-8639050993506413669</id><published>2010-03-16T16:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T07:22:14.525+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><title type='text'>i dont need novocaine, this feels gazillion times better!!</title><content type='html'>Monday, March 15, 2010&lt;br /&gt;18.00 - ish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Hands down, tonight might be the best night of my life in these past few months..&lt;br /&gt;here I am, alone, out in the dark street in pouring stormy rain,soaking wet, singing my heart out like crazy along with some dashboard confessional songs from my mp3 player&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, the overwhelming feeling of contentment flowing in my veins,&lt;br /&gt;i'm in such a happy state that it's almost ridiculous to explain,&lt;br /&gt;i have once felt this before, this unjustified out-of-nowhere happiness&lt;br /&gt;i thought that i could never have a shot at experiencing it ever again, till now...&lt;br /&gt;i AM genuinely happy..&lt;br /&gt;even maybe the word "happy" is such an understatement,&lt;br /&gt;i feel ALIVE again for the first time for a very long time&lt;br /&gt;my senses did not fail me anymore&lt;br /&gt;i'm having this sweet rendezvouz with this happy little person i once was&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;i smile, i giggle&lt;br /&gt;hopelessly, i feel like there might be something that i missed&lt;br /&gt;cause i'm in my soaked short, jacket and flip flops, haven't taken shower for the day, have nowhere to go &lt;br /&gt;but every single molecule of my soul or body for that matter, singing "good life" ??!&lt;br /&gt;thank you Lord for the rain, for this night, for being just on my own,&lt;br /&gt;i don't need to know how the world works, so long as its working out for me &lt;br /&gt;i don't care,&lt;br /&gt;i can be dying and still be embracing it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i wanna say is that&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy again...at last :) "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-8639050993506413669?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/8639050993506413669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=8639050993506413669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/8639050993506413669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/8639050993506413669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-dont-need-novocaine-this-feels.html' title='i dont need novocaine, this feels gazillion times better!!'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-9023354198070130525</id><published>2010-03-10T15:08:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T11:53:32.086+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendships'/><title type='text'>everyone has their cross to bear, you're not alone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3342/3271953890_67ff71bf21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3342/3271953890_67ff71bf21.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;exhibit A: seseorang yang ceria, supel dan tak pernah habis bahan obrolan, dibalik keceriaannya hari-harinya diwarnai dengan pertengkaran orang tua nya, perselingkuhan ayahnya benar-benar telah menghancurkan keharmonisan keluarga dan meninggalkan trauma buat anak-anaknya.... teman A walau tertatih mengumpulkan kepingan-kepingan yang tersisa dari once was a "family" dan hold on to it..... kekasih yang dicinta tak mampu diharapkan, kenyataan menghadapkannya untuk menerima seseorang yang rela mengubah hidupnya demi dia namun teman A masih belum bisa membalas perasaan kekasih barunya itu seutuhnya, tapi dia &amp;nbsp;telah berdamai dengan kenyataan bahwa you cant always get what you want,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;exhibit B: seseorang yang dikagumi byk orang atas segala kesempurnaan dalam hidupnya, karir, calon suami yang sangat mapan, keluarga yang utuh dan born with almost physical perfection , namun semua orang mendapat porsi kekhawatiran tersendiri dalam hidupnya. Dia merasa calon suaminya kadang begitu tidak peduli terhadap perasaannya, dan semua kisah di masa lalu hubungan mereka, orang ketiga yang &amp;nbsp;pernah muncul dan tenggelam, bahkan saat pernikahan mereka sudah dalam hitungan bulan, masih kerap membayangi masa depan calon keluarga mereka. Latar belakang darah keluarga calon suaminya yang begitu kuat, semua tuntutan ibunya akan masa depan mereka, dan adik kandungnya yang merasa dibawah bayang-bayangnya yang kian hari makin tertutup dan seperti hidup dalam dunianya sendiri, saat semua lampu meredup, dia terkadang terisak dan ketakutan, namun saat pagi datang....she's ready to take on the world, once again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;exhibit C: menyandang gelar ganda dari universitas di eropa, seorang gadis yang sangat menyenangkan, bersamanya benar-benar membuat siapapun nyaman menjadi dirinya dan waktu akan terbang begitu cepat, &amp;nbsp;namun hidupnya has always been about doing what's best for everybody else but herself,&amp;nbsp;menjadi telinga yang luar biasa sabar untuk semua teman di sekitarnya,&amp;nbsp;memberikan sosok orangtua bagi adik-adiknya bahkan terkadang bagi orang tuanya sendiri, kisah cintanya pun on major hold, karena kekasihnya dlm posisi yang tak jauh berbeda dengan dia, berkorban untuk keluarganya...but she held her chin up...menunggu waktu berhenti menyapanya dan memberinya kesempatan untuk bersinar... waktu berjalan...hidupnya pun bergulir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 cerita diatas hanyalah beberapa dari banyak lainnya, betapa selama ini tersimpan cerita luar biasa dibalik wajah-wajah ceria di sekeliling kita, dan kita telah melewatkan semua itu, karena kita tak pernah menggunakan waktu kita untuk benar-benar memahami apa yang dilalui orang di sekitar kita. we did see but we weren't really looking.&lt;br /&gt;sungguh..., ternyata kita bukanlah satu-satunya pahlawan di dunia ini, ternyata hidup kita bukan satu-satunya biografi yang pantas untuk diangkat menjadi novel, kisah kita bukanlah ironi paling tragis dalam sejarah kehidupan manusia.&lt;br /&gt;... lain kali kita melihat bayangan kita di kaca dan start to think that you are the most unfortunate person in this whole wide world, remind yourself of this, NObody has ever had it easy....everyone's got their chains to break, their cross to bear.... lihatlah kanan kirimu, and i mean look, dont just see, dig their story a little deeper and be inspired...those heroes walk among us...&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/11097767-9023354198070130525?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/9023354198070130525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=9023354198070130525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/9023354198070130525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/9023354198070130525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/03/everyone-has-their-cross-to-bear-youre.html' title='everyone has their cross to bear, you&apos;re not alone...'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3342/3271953890_67ff71bf21_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-4075878994340467630</id><published>2010-03-09T07:07:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T11:51:10.673+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>c'est la vie</title><content type='html'>actually, right at this very moment, i should be fixing some lunch, 12:17 pm now and everything is still raw, Thank God I already figured out what i'm gonna make. I'm gonna stir fry some&amp;nbsp;Chinese&amp;nbsp;long beans, sprouts and tempeh...i just hope my brother wont get sick of my vegetarian menu for the past couple of days :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life I always crave to be in a situation that I'm not in, and once I'm in it, I want out! This is exactly what I, ungrateful person inside of me, have been feeling. When I was employed and busted my ass 5 days a week, I wish I could have some time off where I don't have to call in sick and get my salary cut off, where i could just lay lazily on my bed, sipping my cup of tea while watching my favorite korean soap. I could not do all that, I had my responsibilities. But now, where I'm actually living that wish, I want out! I want to get busy, I want all that stress and pressure back on me, what's wrong with me?? can't I just be more appreciative and live at the moment??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, I'm still on my job hunting (a very slow going one :D), since I have my eyes laid exclusively upon this job that I'm really hoping to land. While i'm waiting for this job to be "confirmed" (since they sort have signaled on me taking on this position, but have yet offer me a contract), honestly, I haven't really put myself in the job market. I know how crazy this might sound, but I rely solely on this offer, this should be the "it" job for me. The one that should open many doors for me. I know there's a chance that this vision of mine get crushed and dumped into the ocean, but for once in my life, I just wanna follow my guts, and wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I'm trying my best to not giving a damn of what people think of me! I'm catching up on doing the things that I always loved doing like cooking, writing, reading, napping :p, cleaning up and enjoying the company of myself (yes! i'm the best at being alone)...&lt;br /&gt;I know this wont last for long so I should not feel guilty, on the contrary, I need to cultivate this me time the best I could, before I got myself back to the hustle and bustle of work life and yearn back for these lazy hazy days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.traveladventures.org/continents/asia/images/giant-panda08.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://www.traveladventures.org/continents/asia/images/giant-panda08.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-4075878994340467630?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/4075878994340467630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=4075878994340467630&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/4075878994340467630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/4075878994340467630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/03/cest-la-vie.html' title='c&apos;est la vie'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-313131753192192470</id><published>2010-03-07T16:19:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T11:51:10.674+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>dark note</title><content type='html'>the truth is I'M NOT OKAY&lt;br /&gt;i haven't been ..for quite a while now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pretend to be&lt;br /&gt;i make believe that i am&lt;br /&gt;i crave to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still am not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what this is&lt;br /&gt;and you don't wanna know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;gosh, i wish I could cry and not just scream inside&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;please please let me cry and make this all go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;van gogh, i think i can understand you better now&lt;br /&gt;but no, i will never hurt myself like you did to yourself&lt;br /&gt;i know this will pass&lt;br /&gt;eventhough i dont know when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now, i'll scream myself silently to sleep&lt;br /&gt;and wish to cry it out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bradleykay.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/4_26_09_im_not_okay.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="313" src="http://bradleykay.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/4_26_09_im_not_okay.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-313131753192192470?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/313131753192192470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=313131753192192470&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/313131753192192470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/313131753192192470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/03/dark-note.html' title='dark note'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-1521244682999544644</id><published>2010-03-06T18:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T11:53:58.362+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendships'/><title type='text'>an unusual friendship</title><content type='html'>Baru aja balik dari keluar sama bomb n mey, makan pempek di Ny.Kamto trus jalan2 pasar malam minggu Ngarsopuro dan ngadem di Kedai Kopi. Akhirnya malem mingguan ga cuman roaming solo berdua ama adekku, kali ini ama temen-temenku...a little less pathetic :P&lt;br /&gt;Tapi heran bener emang, perasaan kalo keluar ama temen2 gang-ku ini (yang kalo komplit ber-5 bareng ama drahat n putri tapi karena malem ini kita keluar mau mbahas kado pernikahan mereka ber2 makanya kita cuman keluar ber-3) ada aja acara keributan, ribut yang bener2 adu mulut n harus keluar nada tinggi yang kemudian diakhiri dengan perang dingin. Kayaknya acara keluar bareng kita tuh ga bakalan afdol klo ga ada acara berantem trus diem2an.....dari jaman SMA sampe hampir 10 tahun kemudian... something just doesn't change :) Mungkin kalo orang luar ngeliat kita ber-5, sumpah aneh banget! ngapain coba temenan, n awet temenan sampe 10 tahun kemudian (bahkan ada yg merit satu sama lain) klo isinya cuman teriak2an marah2an..heuheuheuheue....aku sendiri juga bingung, what glued us together then?? perasaan kompak2 banget juga ga...hehehhehhe.... se ga mutunya persahabatan kita, se ga kompak2nya kita, yang jauh banget dari gambaran persahabatan di novel2 karangan andrea hirata..... tapi yang jelas walopun dari tutur kata, kita keras satu sama lain, tp tak sekalipun pernah ada rasa yg tak berkenan sempat tertimbun di hati kita, paling tidak aku yakin, persahabatan kita tulus (karena kalo memang ada ganjalan, kita pasti dah langsung protes di depan...wkwkkwkw).....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teman2ku ini, yang aku tahu mereka ada, dan persahabatan kita nyata, walau tidak biasa.....&lt;br /&gt;tidak mudah menjadi sahabat mereka, tapi jauh lebih berat membayangkan klo mereka tak ada dalam hidupku ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-1521244682999544644?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/1521244682999544644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=1521244682999544644&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/1521244682999544644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/1521244682999544644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/03/unusual-friendship.html' title='an unusual friendship'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-2230831631431519890</id><published>2010-03-05T16:18:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T11:51:43.496+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>sick of breaking up??</title><content type='html'>Okay, most of the time I talked about how good to be in love, how wonderful feeling that is, or how much I treasure my bf (not that this is relevant to the sequence :p), but since I just heard bad news about my friend's disastrous break up, and i mean hell-ish kind of break up! this time love has shown its ugly side, the fight, the hate, the break up and without any chance of ever making up... &amp;nbsp;I'm sorry that I can not share any of that juicy details here, since I'm under an oath not to tell any living soul about this matter. Back to the topic, break up, well if it's heart break i might know a thing or two about it, but break up, this is a blindspot for me. So, what do I want I write when I know nothing of it?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then, what I do know is maybe how to avoid&amp;nbsp;unnecessary&amp;nbsp;break ups:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Don't get yourself into an absurd relationship, I'm not telling you to be a quitter or to stop fighting for the one you love, but just try to be realistic with the prospect of your relationship (if you both are just game for casual relationships then it's different story). If you're looking for a long term relationship, don't go with this guy whose words you can never prove therefore trust, someone who just poked you on you facebook, or myspaced &amp;nbsp;you! dating online should be your last resort, find someone who you know you can really (emphasis on real-ly) get to know, approachable, availability is vital at incipient stage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. don't date at all, if you don't even know what you're doing (again, unless you're into that casual type of thing), relationship is not something to test the water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. be in a relationship, where neither have to settle too much, and where you can see, at the very least, the first 10 years being with him. in other words, relationship that has a future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. once you're in it, slow down your pace..... rushing is not gonna help anyone, don't lay out your whole future plan with him, on your 1st month! it could send him running the hills. Give it a time, maybe, he'll bring that up himself...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. few bumps on the road, doesn't mean that's the end of the world, if you make a mistake, come clean, admit, apologize....and if you deserve some punishments, take it like a true gentleman ( this depends on the size of your mistake, if you think you've made a fatal mistake, then&amp;nbsp; you should consider a very tactful way to come clean and still be able to maintain your relationship)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. you're not the only one who can commit a mistake,&amp;nbsp; you too, need to learn to forgive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. last but not least, be happy !! (nothing is more depressing than being with someone who is unhappy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I personally think, a very good indication whether you're in a good relationship is that both, you and your bf, grow and change for the better through the time... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay then, I wish everyone a very happy and healthy relationship ! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-2230831631431519890?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/2230831631431519890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=2230831631431519890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/2230831631431519890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/2230831631431519890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/03/sick-of-breaking-up.html' title='sick of breaking up??'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-3490348413652395754</id><published>2010-03-05T04:44:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T11:49:07.726+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>NH moments that i miss</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;khir-akhir ini kadang aku jadi kangen sama ex-colleagues ku di HAcO (Hotel Accounting Office) NH Schiphol Airport, walaupun accounting mungkin kedengarannya bakalan "dull" but I'm telling you, working with my teammates, there was never dull moments (well, almost :p).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay short background tentang HAcO, jadi disini tempat kerjanya GL (General Ledger), AP &amp;amp; AR, dan 1 financial controller.Aku kerja di HAcO NH Schiphol (yup, deket main airportnya belanda) yang bertanggung jawab atas accountingnya 12 hotel dan 1 restaurant punyanya NH, yang berlokasi di Amsterdam dan surrounding areas. Dan karena aku lebih interested ke GL (krn disinilah semua reportingnya accounting diproduksi, dan we get to see the whole figures of the company), jadi aku mulai bekerja sebagai assistant nya GL dept, jadi bantu sana-sini untuk keperluan GL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebulan kemudian salah satu Assistant Financial Controller, cabut dengan tidak jelasnya, yang akhirnya aku got bumped up to this position, interimly &amp;amp; unofficially though, dan pertama aku bener2 ga looking forward untuk kerja bareng GL assistant financial controller yang lain. Di GL, every member of the team is FC assistant, karena tiap GL FC Assistant punya direct responsibility untuk P&amp;amp;L dan reportingnya 3 sampai 5 hotel yang dibawahinnya, jadi kalo misalnya ada masalah di figure P&amp;amp;L apa balance sheetmu, siap2 aja sibuk ditelponin ama GM dan manager-manager dept hotel nya, dari pertanyaan yang benar2 bermutu, yang mempertanyakan basis dari accrualku, sampai pertanyaan yang, kadang aku bingung, kaya begini kok ya bisa jadi GM, pertanyaan semacam "Mmm, Puspita, do you know what is this big invoice on F&amp;amp;B, for EUR 3500 &amp;nbsp;this month? padahal setauku yang namanya invoice itu sebelum dibayar, semua head of dept dan GM itu mesti sign dan approve, jadi klo bisa masuk P&amp;amp;L ku sudah pasti bapak pernah liat &amp;nbsp;dan tanda tanganin invoice ini kan??....duuhh?? tapi karena kualitas GM yg memang cukup bervariasi di NH, jadi kita musti harus tetep helpful menjawab semua pertanyaan mereka, afterall we're in hospitality business :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah not so short background deh jadinya, i got carried away :p Hmmm...i told you before klo aku sebenernya ga gitu looking forward untuk kerja bareng FC assistant yg lain di GL, kenapa?? karena teammates ku adalah 2 orang, cowo semua, yang satu umur 40 tahun, fisik belanda banget, tinggi 195 cm an, my first impression of him was cocky as hell and an ass kisser butt licker (jahat bgt yak aku?), dan yang satunya, tebakanku umurnya awal 60 tahun (karena borosnya tampang orang belanda, i guess i'll never know)... &amp;nbsp;Awalnya aku bner2 lebih pingin kerja buat AP ato AR &amp;nbsp;aja karena disana timnya tergolong masih muda2 semuranku sampe 30 tahunan, yang obrolannya masih masuk. Ngalamat dah, day in day out aku bakalan hang out ama colleagues yang cocok jadi bapak n kakekku :( ...........dan what makes matters worse adalah 2 orang ini belanda totok semuaaaa.... unlike AP ama AR yang masih campur orang itali ama spanyol ato turki lah, yang ngomong belanda nya ga native2 banget, yg klo mereka ngomong belanda pun aku masih ngerti hampir 100% dari yg mereka omongin, lah ini "overdomseeeh" (dulu waktu masih kecil, klo denger di film si pitung, meneernya bilang "God verdomme" jadi overdomseh :p) &amp;nbsp;semua... Ya sudah, mungkin Tuhan punya rencana dibalik ini semua. sabar ya pita....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan as the weeks and months unfold, emang bener Tuhan bener2 sayang ama ku karena telah naruh aku di GL, selain aku belajar buuaaaanyakk banget di dept itu, ternyata I have found the coolest teammates to be working together with!! OK, harus aku akui mereka ga bubbly sama sekali, they're not the kind of people who will praise you all the time, will ask personal questions just to get to know you better, will call you up and have drinks with outside office... nope, tapi aku bener2 menikmati bekerja dengan mereka, humor mereka sarcastic, if you like will and grace type of jokes, you'll love 'em, mereka sering panggil aku " air head" , "stupido", asian blond....hehehehhe....i dont mind, karena menurutku, lebih baik dianggap lebih bodoh daripada dinggap lebih pintar dari kenyataannya, being considered smart is too much pressure, i learned it the hard way :p Kalo pas lg mid month n ga ada deadline buat dikejar, rasanya hampir ga kayak kerja, ketawaaaaa terus. Pernah aku ma Richard iseng banget (oya, 2 teammates ku itu Richard dan Klaas, Richard yg umurnya 40 tahunan) kita pasti waktu itu lagi ngerjain sesuatu yg bener2 brainless jadi hari itu kita ngobrol yang ga mutu, waktu itu kita lagi ngomongin Star Wars, dan tiba2 entah darimana kita ngasih semua colleagues kita di kantor dengan karakter di Star Wars,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: " For sure, Geerte (head of AR yyg super rese) would be Darth Vader"&lt;br /&gt;R: " No..way, Darth Vader has to be a guy, and Harold (FC kita) he'll make a perfect Darth Vader!" Hmmm...bener juga sih, darth vader itu kan tokoh sentral, dan harold, boss kita, lebih cocok jadi DV, trus aku bales,&lt;br /&gt;Me: "What's Geerte then?"&lt;br /&gt;R jawab dangn wajah tak berdosa dan nada yg sangat nyantai: , " Geerte is Jabba, Jabba de Hut ".&lt;br /&gt;Me: " Who's Jabba??"&lt;br /&gt;R jawab sambil ternganga: "You don't know who Jabba is?? Jabba is the fat monster in star wars!!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: " Ooo how cute...is it a good monster?"&lt;br /&gt;R looked shocked: " Nooo....she's really bad and mean, and fuglyy!!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: " OMG, youre so mean Rich, what do you think of me then?? Ooo... I know, I'm princess Leah right?? &amp;nbsp; hehehhehe ??" (pedeee....)&lt;br /&gt;R: " yeah, you wish...you're C-3PO"&lt;br /&gt;Me: " what's that??" (ya pertanyaanku apa ini apa itu mulu, secara aku blm pernah nonton starwars)&lt;br /&gt;R: " It's the stupid android"&lt;br /&gt;Me: " Now, I'm stupid??!! thanks a lot!! "&lt;br /&gt;R: " Hey, you should be flattered, without C-3PO starwars would be boring, thats makes this movie, funny and entertaining, these androids...."&lt;br /&gt;Me: " What are you then, the other stupid android?"&lt;br /&gt;R dengan mata berkaca-kaca kayak anak kecil abis dibeliin mainan baru: " Can I be chewbacca? the big hairy monster that almost looked like a gorilla "&lt;br /&gt;Me: " yeah , i guess you can be that....as long as neither of us human, i'm fine "&lt;br /&gt;R: " And our Klaas, what is he gonna be?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "He's Yoda the master. " (satu karakter yang aku tau di Starwars, dan diapun bukan manusia plus he looks old hehehhe...)&lt;br /&gt;R: " That's right, he's our master, he owns our soul...hail to the master. " dasar Richard gilaaa...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, kira2 bgitu tadi obrolan ga bermutu kita sambil kerja, sambil klak klik excel di depan mata kita... dan saking penasarannnya aku ama Jabba de hut.....n...... ta daaaaaaaaaaaa.......&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/_Y_f1702_x4A/Sal5_46awUI/AAAAAAAAA4U/fmTLINTI6Jw/s1600/candicepregnant.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_f1702_x4A/Sal5_46awUI/AAAAAAAAA4U/fmTLINTI6Jw/s200/candicepregnant.jpg" width="164" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Description dari starwars.com dan wiki:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;He is a 600-year-old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;crime lord and gangster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;who employs a retinue of criminals, bounty hunters, assasins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;and bodyguards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;to operate his criminal empire.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Jabba's physical appearance was as repulsive as his decadence. A hefty Hutt, Jabba resembled a worm-like slug, with a legless, tapered body coated in slime. A wide, drooling toothless grin split his flat face, and two yellow-red reptilian eyes stared covetously from his immense head."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;yupp....richard memang unbelivably mean, i'm sorry geerte for agreeing Richard on making you our office's jabba the hutt, i never knew such fugly monster ever existed in starwars...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;No matter how cruel and mean and sarcastic my teammates were, i still am missing them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;o yeah in case you're wondering how the people in my old office look like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;this is them ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/S5CGOs-yXkI/AAAAAAAAAD0/bxuVxdqbgxI/s1600-h/haco+wit+names.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="340" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/S5CGOs-yXkI/AAAAAAAAAD0/bxuVxdqbgxI/s400/haco+wit+names.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;to be continued....&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/11097767-3490348413652395754?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/3490348413652395754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=3490348413652395754&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/3490348413652395754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/3490348413652395754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/03/nh-moments-that-i-miss.html' title='NH moments that i miss'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_f1702_x4A/Sal5_46awUI/AAAAAAAAA4U/fmTLINTI6Jw/s72-c/candicepregnant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-950097033972796931</id><published>2010-02-25T18:10:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T11:48:15.777+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just for fun'/><title type='text'>I want this dress so bad!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://files6.lookbook.nu/files/looks/medium/232026_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://files6.lookbook.nu/files/looks/medium/232026_1.jpg" width="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lookbook.nu/look/165012-Batik-dress"&gt;LOOKBOOK.nu: "Batik dress." by Rainbow Soul&lt;/a&gt;: "Indonesian Batik, Old Look Necklace, Wooden Bangles, Patent Black Shoes"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-950097033972796931?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/950097033972796931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=950097033972796931&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/950097033972796931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/950097033972796931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-want-this-dress-so-bad.html' title='I want this dress so bad!!!!'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-1022010973589058263</id><published>2010-02-25T16:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T11:51:43.496+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>cinta cintaan</title><content type='html'>cinta itu indah&lt;br /&gt;cinta itu menyenangkan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cinta itu puisi&lt;br /&gt;cinta itu ekspresi dan sekresi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cinta itu sungai, dam, dan muara&lt;br /&gt;cinta itu bentuk dan warna &lt;br /&gt;cinta itu 1, 2, 5 dan semua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cinta itu nyanyian &lt;br /&gt;cinta itu&amp;nbsp; lukisan&lt;br /&gt;cinta itu lumpur dan berlian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cinta bukan isakan maupun sorakan&lt;br /&gt;cinta itu renungan malam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mengapa bercinta&lt;br /&gt;jika jauh dalam hati kau tuli dan buta &lt;br /&gt;karena cinta mati di kebisuan&lt;br /&gt;cinta mati dalam kegelapan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apa itu cinta&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;cinta itu hidup dan setelahnya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::...untuk cinta, yang menghirup udara pagi dikala ku sesak akan penatnya siang, kupersembahkan cinta, hidup ku dan setelahnya....::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-1022010973589058263?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/1022010973589058263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=1022010973589058263&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/1022010973589058263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/1022010973589058263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/02/cinta-cintaan.html' title='cinta cintaan'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-8903877599981540757</id><published>2010-02-25T16:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T11:54:48.729+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just for fun'/><title type='text'>gigi oh gigi</title><content type='html'>nulis apa ya? yang enteng-enteng aja n bikin seneng ?...karena pengalaman sore ini benar-benar ingin aku lupakan, karena kenangannya begitu menyakitkan!! padahal adekku bilang klo ke dr.gigi dah ga sakit, abis kan selalu disuntik anestesi...pertama aku dah mulai tenang, masuk ke ruangan praktek dah berdoa, sampai dokternya bilang..."sebentar ya mbak, biar di preparasi dulu" , trus bilang sama asistennya, " tolong siapin bor panjang.." detik itu aku tau.. ketakutanku bukan tak beralasan.... menit demi menit selanjutnya, adalah menit terlama dalam hidupku..suara bor itu...hhhhhhh..!! udah kaki aku angkat2, tangan menggapai2.. ga ngefek blass...dokternya tetep akan melakukan prosedur ini tanpa anestesi (soalnya katanya, biar tau klo kena syaraf, batinku "jelas bangett tadi kena syaraf...tapi dokternya seolah tak melihat SOS ku :'(" ) Tapi puji Tuhan, ini semua tadi berjalan cukup lancar, crowning phase 1, cukup sukses.... darah hampir ga keluar, dan&amp;nbsp; berlangsung 30 menit thok (walopun berasa kayak 5 jam!)....&lt;br /&gt;laah..kok malah ngebahas ini ya ujung2nya, hehehhehe...aneh... walopun aku so not looking forward phase 2 dari crowning ini, tp aku sangat sangat looking forward dengan senyum baruku....yayyy!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: sementara nunggu phase 2, aku dipasangin gigi giant yang bner2 nol besar nilai estetikanya... ooo tidak!! mana aku ada interview sabtu ini :( wish me luck people ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-8903877599981540757?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/8903877599981540757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=8903877599981540757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/8903877599981540757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/8903877599981540757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/02/gigi-oh-gigi.html' title='gigi oh gigi'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-3319793945959742109</id><published>2010-02-23T05:03:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T11:48:15.778+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just for fun'/><title type='text'>senyum =)</title><content type='html'>wuuaaaa..... i'm gonna get myself that great smile :D i've been wanting !!&lt;br /&gt;berharap semoga prosedurnya ga akan menyakitkan, kamis ini akan dipasang gigi sementara (sambil nunggu ceramic crown nya dicetak yang akan takes about 10 days), dan in less than two weeks, voilla!!...........i'll give you my widest smile....hiihihiihihi.....senang2 =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jeffreyseiverdds.com/images/greatSmile.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.jeffreyseiverdds.com/images/greatSmile.gif" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-3319793945959742109?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/3319793945959742109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=3319793945959742109&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/3319793945959742109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/3319793945959742109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/02/gigigigi.html' title='senyum =)'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-6333655141849644528</id><published>2010-02-20T14:42:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T11:48:15.778+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just for fun'/><title type='text'>this is why i HEART www.urbandictionary.com (it's geniusly hillarious ;p)</title><content type='html'>&lt;table class="daily_title"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div class="word"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;the word or the clause&amp;nbsp;to be defined is&amp;nbsp;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="word"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=that%27s%20crazy&amp;amp;defid=4682006"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;" that's crazy " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="word"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="word"&gt;&lt;div style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;the definition is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tools" id="tools_4682006"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span class="status"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="thumbs"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="favorite"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="zazzle_links"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/products.php?defid=4682006"&gt;&lt;span class="zazzle_link_text" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="definition"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;It's the perfect response when you haven't been listening at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;It works whether the other person has been saying something funny, or sad, or infuriating, or boring.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;For example:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="example"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Them: "my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="urbantip" href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=girlfriend"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt; dumped me last night."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;You (thirsty, not paying attention): "oh man, that's crazy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Them: "I won 500 bucks at craps last weekend"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;You (hungry, daydreaming about a tasty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="urbantip" href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=sandwich"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;sandwich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;, not listening): "wow, that's crazy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="example"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="example"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="example"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="example" style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;hope you just had a good laugh like i did&amp;nbsp; :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-6333655141849644528?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/6333655141849644528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=6333655141849644528&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/6333655141849644528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/6333655141849644528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-is-why-i-heart-wwwurbandictionaryc.html' title='this is why i HEART www.urbandictionary.com (it&apos;s geniusly hillarious ;p)'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-3368897923594337503</id><published>2010-02-19T06:27:00.013+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T11:54:48.730+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just for fun'/><title type='text'>why red fall leaves?</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/S34h3gFzsjI/AAAAAAAAADs/tRo6F7QrUMk/s1600-h/20091025203105_red_leaves_hookuk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/S34h3gFzsjI/AAAAAAAAADs/tRo6F7QrUMk/s200/20091025203105_red_leaves_hookuk.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;first of all, i like fall, as i explain in&lt;a href="http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2007/10/how-autumn-i-am.html"&gt; a post few years aback&lt;/a&gt; , it's the most melancholic, most beautiful in its own special way and it's the season which I could relate to my life the most.&amp;nbsp; Red is the phase of fall leaves where the green is fading away before it turned into a complete brown, and so the leaves give their finest closing act to the world, by painting it with red, the boldest &amp;amp; most vibrant color there is! In a way, it's like they're saying, no matter what the season will change into, don't lose your beauty, show some spirit, even if it's your final performance! These leaves,&lt;i&gt; they live fully, age gracefully and die meaningfully&lt;/i&gt;. And I think that would be a perfect life to live. Though unlike leaves, our life is a lot less predictable, we will never know exactly when the curtain would be closing in on us, but we could always paint the world with a little of that red, be meaningful, deliver some of (if not all) the goodness in us to the people around us, so whenever fate calls for our final act, we know that we've lived a life like the red fall leaves =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-3368897923594337503?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/3368897923594337503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=3368897923594337503&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/3368897923594337503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/3368897923594337503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/02/red-fall-leaves.html' title='why red fall leaves?'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/S34h3gFzsjI/AAAAAAAAADs/tRo6F7QrUMk/s72-c/20091025203105_red_leaves_hookuk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-4210869611484295171</id><published>2010-02-18T15:04:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T11:54:48.730+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just for fun'/><title type='text'>the Duggar</title><content type='html'>Meet the Duggar, a family of a father, a mother and 19 children (up until today)! yes, you heard it right, 19 and still counting...&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled upon the special coverage of their family on Discovery Travel and Living the other day, and I'm hooked. The teen children, the toddlers, the infants and the babies, they are all realllyyy cutee.... and they're not noisy at all! too adorable to be true...&lt;br /&gt;I just love the way James (i think) he was 3 or 4 year old at that time, but he already got his own jurisdiction, which is to take out the trash, and he understood and took it seriously. cute cute cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i will say no more, let these videos do it  (click this link : &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1IK_20_9830"&gt;The Duggar in 2006  special coverage&lt;/a&gt;).... i bet you're gonna love 'em as much as I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/S31K07OxzgI/AAAAAAAAADk/deoQ4k7zj2I/s1600-h/duggar2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/S31K07OxzgI/AAAAAAAAADk/deoQ4k7zj2I/s320/duggar2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;this was back then in 2005/2006 when they had "only" 14 children&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1IK_20_9830"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-4210869611484295171?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/4210869611484295171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=4210869611484295171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/4210869611484295171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/4210869611484295171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/02/duggars.html' title='the Duggar'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/S31K07OxzgI/AAAAAAAAADk/deoQ4k7zj2I/s72-c/duggar2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-1396224920579064216</id><published>2010-02-18T05:58:00.018+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T11:56:00.871+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just for fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foodism'/><title type='text'>Pasar (Traditional market)</title><content type='html'>Just gonna make a quick post before i hit the kitchen. There's one place just got added to my list of favorite places to be at =) And... the title gave it away, it's Pasar!! Just thinking about going to "pasar" already pump up my adrenaline (little exaggeration to boost my story =p), but really I'm feeling significantly happier everytime, I'm thinking of doing groceries in one of those traditional market.  Fresh fruits &amp;amp; veggies, meat &amp;amp; fishes and fresh spices....mmmm...music to my ears and blue skies to my eyes (since i love blue skies), though i know I'm not really good at getting good bargains from those sellers, but it's okay, some 1000 or 2000 rupiahs difference on their benefit, wont break my bank. I just bought Chinese long bean, tofu n tempe, water spinach, 1 fish and 2 pieces of chicken thighs, 2 and a half ounce of garlic and hot peppers all for less than EUR 2 !!! I love my country.. ^o^ &lt;br /&gt;kay then, time for me to fix lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/S3zNfQPYqkI/AAAAAAAAADA/HllSRsPDdlE/s1600-h/DSC02691.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/S3zNfQPYqkI/AAAAAAAAADA/HllSRsPDdlE/s320/DSC02691.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;my get-up-and-go-to-"pasar" look ...hehehhe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and 20 minutes later...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/S3z81YIgg9I/AAAAAAAAADI/O03o2YFMYhM/s1600-h/DSC03173.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/S3z81YIgg9I/AAAAAAAAADI/O03o2YFMYhM/s320/DSC03173.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/11097767-1396224920579064216?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/1396224920579064216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=1396224920579064216&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/1396224920579064216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/1396224920579064216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/02/pasar-traditional-market.html' title='Pasar (Traditional market)'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/S3zNfQPYqkI/AAAAAAAAADA/HllSRsPDdlE/s72-c/DSC02691.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-4354725410698316736</id><published>2010-02-17T00:07:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T07:00:47.142+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just for fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>just the right quote to kick off your day ^^</title><content type='html'>"People are often unreasonable and self-centered. &lt;b&gt;Forgive them anyway.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are kind, people may accuse you of ulterior motives. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be kind anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are honest, people may cheat you. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be honest anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you find happiness, people may be jealous. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be happy anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good you do today may be forgotten tomorrow. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do good anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give the world the best you have and it may never be enough. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Give your best anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you see, in the end, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it is between you and God&lt;/span&gt;. It was never between you and them anyway."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;— Mother Teresa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;track playing as posting .:dashboard confessional:.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-4354725410698316736?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/4354725410698316736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=4354725410698316736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/4354725410698316736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/4354725410698316736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-right-quote-to-kick-off-your-day.html' title='just the right quote to kick off your day ^^'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-4281045748086358511</id><published>2010-02-16T15:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T12:03:19.112+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>places i'm dying to see, place # 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/S3qwOVQHhZI/AAAAAAAAABs/D4eRMKN0dZU/s1600-h/Harbin-Ice-Festival-1-600x400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/S3qwOVQHhZI/AAAAAAAAABs/D4eRMKN0dZU/s400/Harbin-Ice-Festival-1-600x400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438853260272698770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that the most beautiful thing eyes can see?? Eversince I laid eyes on this happening in China, I cant stop obsessing of going there! Harbin, China holds this winter wonderland event every year, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Massive buildings built of ice from the frozen surface of the nearby Songhua River, large scale snow sculptures, ice slides, festival food and drinks can be found in several parks in the city. At night, visitors who endure the bitter cold will see the lights switched on, illuminating the sculptures from both inside and outside. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would (if God grant me the chance) definitely have to see this event before I die with my beloved one, I just cant even begin to imagine, its all the elements that I long for...cold,  beautiful colorful lights, night time, nature's art and in the middle of nowhere!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-4281045748086358511?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/4281045748086358511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=4281045748086358511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/4281045748086358511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/4281045748086358511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/02/places-im-dying-to-see-place-1.html' title='places i&apos;m dying to see, place # 1'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/S3qwOVQHhZI/AAAAAAAAABs/D4eRMKN0dZU/s72-c/Harbin-Ice-Festival-1-600x400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-7288257859489587036</id><published>2010-02-16T04:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T12:19:38.258+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just for fun'/><title type='text'>jumpyy</title><content type='html'>Sudah janji untuk selalu open my self up to joy, today. 50 rb rupiahku just gone with the wind :p, it was my pure idiocy though, I already had the feeling if I slipped up only one bank note in my pocket, it'll evaporate just like that...but yeah.. I thought I would had been able to prevent that from coming since I already had the premonition... Ooo well, this is NOT going to bring me down =) I'll stay positive throughout the day... aku lagi pengen nulis, bersih2, and mix &amp; match buat work attire (yayy!!) especially aku pengen mix &amp; match blus-blusku dengan scarf yang baru aja aku beli (makasi pipi..), this is gonna be a FUN FUN Tuesday, pluss...there's GLEE running back to back on starworld.... senang2!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay folks gonna catch up with y'all again in a bit!! i'm high now.... (feel like making that jump like the one on my previous entry) =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-7288257859489587036?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/7288257859489587036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=7288257859489587036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/7288257859489587036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/7288257859489587036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/02/jumpyy.html' title='jumpyy'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-5953058290215088800</id><published>2010-02-16T03:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T12:19:38.259+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just for fun'/><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/S3oDWgKx1PI/AAAAAAAAABk/4Lcf4qgSFj0/s1600-h/joy!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/S3oDWgKx1PI/AAAAAAAAABk/4Lcf4qgSFj0/s400/joy!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438663185130444018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TODAY's goal:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;opening my self up to joy !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I wont let anything bring me down...^^!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-5953058290215088800?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/5953058290215088800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=5953058290215088800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/5953058290215088800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/5953058290215088800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/S3oDWgKx1PI/AAAAAAAAABk/4Lcf4qgSFj0/s72-c/joy!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-7642930661282586356</id><published>2010-02-14T09:34:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T12:19:38.260+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just for fun'/><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year, Happy Valentine, Happy Enlightment Day (Hari Pepadang) and happy birthday to my late grand ma :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/S3ixskVJtFI/AAAAAAAAABc/dyiipT6eSwQ/s1600-h/valentine+2.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 139px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/S3ixskVJtFI/AAAAAAAAABc/dyiipT6eSwQ/s400/valentine+2.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438291929274627154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.: and this is how i spent my valentine, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cyber dinner&lt;/span&gt;, priceless :.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-7642930661282586356?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/7642930661282586356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=7642930661282586356&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/7642930661282586356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/7642930661282586356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-chinese-new-year-happy-valentine.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year, Happy Valentine, Happy Enlightment Day (Hari Pepadang) and happy birthday to my late grand ma :)'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_THSfna3eeqI/S3ixskVJtFI/AAAAAAAAABc/dyiipT6eSwQ/s72-c/valentine+2.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-5819498562918595818</id><published>2010-02-12T05:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T12:19:38.260+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just for fun'/><title type='text'>thank God I found you - happy valentine's day people</title><content type='html'>huuuu....valentine's day semakin datang mendekat! rasa rindu makin gila melanda. Aku akui, aku benar-benar proud of myself, karena aku berhasil untuk tidak cari gara-gara dengan rio selama hubungan jarak jauh yang telah berlangsung lebih dari 5 bulan ini, hebat yaa?! hehhehhehe....pa..da..hall...biasanya seorang puspita adiastari itu paling gatel kalo ga bikin rio kebakaran jenggot, dasar psycho me..:p, abis rasanya kalo liat rio marah-marah tuh..gimana ya, sensasi tersendiri pokonya (maap ya sayang, pacarmu satu ini memang mentally unwell). Ada sick thrill tersendiri, dari breaking up and making up, biasanya berawal dari obrolan biasa, enteng-enteng saja, yang kemudian dimulai dengan saya yang memancing di air keruh, ikannya dah kobat-kabit,ehh tambah saya obok-obok airnya, and the mighty fish akhirnya officially marah-marah, baru akhirnya saya melancarkan diplomasi dengan cara cewe banget ;) yang akhirnya membuat sang pacar luluh dan suasana menjadi gimana gituuu...hihiiihi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, off topic banget ya tadi, menjelang hari Valentine ini, (sebenernya ga perlu nunggu Valentine segala si, cuman emang pas ada moment ini, kenapa tidak?) I just wanna express my gratitude for having found him in my life, terimakasih Tuhan! aku ga tau harus mulai darimana, tapi dia adalah hal yang terindah dalam hidupku next to my family! dulu aku bertanya-tanya dalam hati, what did i miss out by only having been with him in my whole life? what if...what if ?? bodohnya aku!! pertanyaanku SALAH BESAR, seharusnya pertanyaan yang aku lontarkan adalah, what would i miss if i spent any of my time being with different guys every other month/year (not saying that I could..hehehhehe)? I would have missed him!! i would have missed the greatest 6 years (and counting) of my life we've been together! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibaratnya puzzle, he fits right into my edges, even the pointy ones !! as cheesy as it sounds, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he completes me&lt;/span&gt; and hopefully, i complete him, the same way he does to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i meant by him completing me is that:&lt;br /&gt;aku evil dia angel...seriously, jika ada orang yang minta 1 dari dia, dan dia bisa beri 2, dia akan berikan 2 itu, n itu bukan aku banget...aku suka ribet,mikir gimana klo suatu saat kita butuh itu dan udah kita kasih ke orang lain&lt;br /&gt;dalam hal tertentu, rio ribet, aku simpel... its because i dont care that much, dia terlalu baik untuk selalu memikirkan semuanya dari sudut pandang orang lain, sedangkan aku, asal prinsip2 tidak merugikan orang lain tidak dilanggar, ga masalah. aku musti berterimakasih karena dia telah mengajarkanku untuk menjadi orang yang less self-centered. &lt;br /&gt;walo pacarku ini orang jawa timur yang ga bisa berbicara dengan halus boro-boro pake bahasa jawa krama halus, tp dia tergolong sabaaaar menghadapi orang seperti aku, kalo bukan rio, siapa yang tahan dengan cewe yang manja, menangan sendiri, suka cari gara-gara n ga sabaran macam saya?? padahal tampang? average, pinter? mediocre, kaya? dont even bother asking! &lt;br /&gt;hmmm...making this list depressed me, I wonder what did he see in me?! oleh karena itu, semua hal diatas adalah justification saya, kenapa saya benar2 bersyukur having him in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Terimakasih Tuhan, terimakasih cupid, terimakasih cinta, for sticking around with this little brat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinta, I may never be able to level your kindness, but i promise I'll try hard, cause I love you, and I'd love to stick around as long as you want me to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;pita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: i might gonna write some more sickening maddening romantic posts, so if u don't feel like reading some, just skip reading my blog entries for the next couple of days =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-5819498562918595818?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/5819498562918595818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=5819498562918595818&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/5819498562918595818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/5819498562918595818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/02/thank-god-i-found-you-happy-valentines.html' title='thank God I found you - happy valentine&apos;s day people'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-7465567582035850845</id><published>2010-02-11T05:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T01:53:28.510+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>everyone  = original ??</title><content type='html'>I was just thinking how everyone wants to be seen "different" , non mainstream, having their own personality, witty, in short we all wanna be "original", We wanna define our style of clothing, put our self in a certain box of image, wear only that particular color, shapes or sizes, refuse doing neither this nor that, because that's so not "me", talk and walk in a certain way, when actually ....what goes on in our mind, really, orbits around the very same idea, " I am my own, I'm not like you or any other people, I am better, therefore I need to stand out ". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to judge anybody, really, we all are differently the same... how I know all this, it's because I am everyone, I am that person and I know exactly how everyone feels about when it comes to defining themselves. And I'm not here to say it's wrong, because that's what makes us human, that urge, that need to create and define. We need it actually, without it, earth would turn into a zombie land, where a bunch of soulless living (or dead?) creatures crawling on. We, human, stick that portrait of anonymous one inside our head, that character will then always act out one scene ahead of us as a blueprint of our next action, since that person on that portrait is someone we so badly want to become. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I'm saying is that, it's good, it's great!! but again there are some times in Life that's just too damn precious too miss, if we always wanna follow the lead of that actor in our head. There are times when we just need to put it down for a while and just go for that first instinct that we've been yearning to pursuit, whether its to wrestle in a puddle of mud or to talk and walk like Paris Hilton, you can just shake your image off and say out loud, I DON'T CARE, I REALLY DON'T, i just wanna do it!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what? maybe by doing so, you can then re-shape or re-invent the character in your head, and keep exploring the "you" you never know you could be... maybe, blending in... is the new original...;)&lt;br /&gt;after all, sky is the limit (^o^)v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;pita&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-7465567582035850845?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/7465567582035850845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=7465567582035850845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/7465567582035850845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/7465567582035850845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/02/everyone-original.html' title='everyone  = original ??'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-7918902870286781033</id><published>2010-02-06T04:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T12:14:10.091+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>visit to gammy</title><content type='html'>Just got back from my 3 days visit to bekasi, rumahnya bulik dari bapakku. It was, idk whether it was an eye opener or a blast from the past, or happier version, a glimpse of the future?? a FAMILY LIFE, that's what's been missing, that picture of family life is what i have been yearning, sub-consciously apparently. A mom, a dad, 2 kids, a home, a grandson, and a grand ma. Sounds like a full house right?? Cause it is, My aunt's family is a perfect description of what the word "family" means. and it's probably far off from what you expected it to be, people in that family are not angels, they are human, who are capable of making mistakes, but they are not just "human" they are incredible humans, because they have the capacity to respect, to nurture and to encourage each other, so that they could get back up when they fall down. Like every other families, real families, they have their struggles. Looking few years back, they experienced hell, literally. The family took in our grand mother, who got stroke and still could not taking it very well, let's  say she has been quite difficult to handle, then the eldest had his slip up, and flood hit their home, badly, it destroyed most of the ground floor's furniture and home appliances, and wrecked their cars, buried them deep in financially, but no.....that's not the end of it, there's more, the dad tried on a new sidework, and got his two legs burned reallll bad, the fire took the 70 percent of his legs' skin off, he could not work for months..and the mom, my aunt, she's the the real fighter of all, she took all that in by herself, glued her family together through those darkest hours, while she herself was and (still is) struggling with cancer. She is an A.M.A.Z.I.N.G woman.&lt;br /&gt;But this family, moved on... forgave their eldest, dealt with my grandmother graciously, and fight..fight endlessly. though all these harsh cold storm has hit this family, worse than anyone could think of, but not one second, they lost the warmth of their hearts. During my 3 days stay, I felt the warmth even crawled in to the cold part of my soul, which quite untouchable and inhabited since my mom passed away.  I almost forgot how it felt like to have a family, how beautiful and how precious that is. All those cooking sessions, mum calling out the whole family for meal, the dinners and breakfasts, the in the car chit chats, the midnight sneak out and so on. They made me remember. Made me hopeful. &lt;br /&gt;Family..... how imperfect yours could be, after all, they are your family, they are your life support system. Cherish every beat of it, while you still have it,cause when one has lost it, one can only hope, that one could still remember how it was like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-7918902870286781033?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/7918902870286781033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=7918902870286781033&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/7918902870286781033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/7918902870286781033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2010/02/visit-to-gammy.html' title='visit to gammy'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-5216021197597401769</id><published>2009-07-04T09:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T12:04:45.838+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>secuil tentang kehidupan kerja (kesimpen di draft lama banget, akhirnya di publish as the way it was)</title><content type='html'>Baru saja mengecek blogku ini,masih eksis ternyata...alias belum ditutup ama blogger...hehehe. Entry terakhir sudah taun lalu!!.... alasan pertama kenapa mulai tidak rajin menulis karena waktu luang tak seperti dulu lagi, dan kalo pas ada waktu luang pun, jelas pacar mau jadi prioritas pertama, padahal dulu sebelum kerja waktu luang adalah satu2nya hal yang melimpah. Aku bahkan sama sekali belum bercerita tentang hidupku tahun terakhir ini, setelah lulus dan akhirnya aku berhasil merintis karir di belanda. Yup,  dan setelah berbulan2 penantian, berhasil turun juga visa kerja itu. Kalau melihat 10 bulan kebelakang, sepertinya aku tak akan percaya dengan apa yang aku alami sekarang. Waktu itu aku cukup skeptis, apa aku akan mampu bertahan dengan lingkungan kerja bule Belanda. Aku tak akan menyangka, kalo detik ini aku bisa berkata,"I think I'm loving where I am and what I'm doing right now." Aku bekerja di Hotel Accounting office, di sebuah hotel chain yang cukup luas marketnya di Eropa, namanya NH Hoteles. Accounting? kenapa itu? hmm....ceritanya cukup panjang dan aku pun tak menyangka dengan keputusan ku mengambil pekerjaan ini! Dan aku beryukur telah mengambil keputusan ini.... aku telah dan masih belajar banyak tentang banyak hal, ternyata belajar di sekolah dengan belajar di tempat kerja, dan ilmu yang dipelajari di 2 tempat itu, beda total! Saat di sekolah, kita baca buku, mendengarkan pak atau bu guru menjelaskan materi di buku dan pas ujian kita diharapkan untuk memanggil kembali memori kita dari 2 aktivitas tadi, membaca dan mendengarkan. Dan kalo memori kita sukses menyimpan dan memanggil data2 itu, lulus lah kita, nilai bagus, kalau sebaliknya...ya jelas...nilai jeblok, mengulang ujian lagi. Di tempat kerja, kita datang, diterangkan oleh Supervisor bagaimana cara kerja ini dan itu, tanpa buku materi untuk referensi, ambil catatan dari semua yang diterangkan itu dan berharap otak kita seperti spons yang bisa menyerap semua cairan ilmu itu. Tentu saja sesi tanya jawab tetap hadir, sama seperti di sekolah, tapi terlalu sering bertanya, kredibilitas kita mulai jadi taruhan. Dan saat pertama kalinya aku harus melakukan month end closing untuk 3 company...dan figures di P&amp;L mereka jadi ga karu2an, tidak ada lagi sesi mengulang. Waktu tak bisa diputar kembali dan kita boleh minta remedial dari bos kita, waktu analisis P&amp;L dengan atasan2, yang bisa aku lakukan tinggal menyatakan salahnya dimana dan dimana, bulan depan perlu koreksi ini dan itu. Salah satu dari beberapa hal yang aku suka dari bekerja dengan orang Belanda, adalah Fair play mereka, kalau aku mengakui kekurangan dan akan berusaha memperbaikinya di waktu datang, itu cukup buat mereka. Tak sekalipun mereka menunjukkan kekecewaan apalagi kemarahan kalo ada kesalahan.Tapi tentu tak semuanya indah, kolega belanda pun punya kekurangan seperti layaknya kolega2 berkewarganegaraan yang lain. But, for now, lets leave it at this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-5216021197597401769?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/5216021197597401769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=5216021197597401769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/5216021197597401769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/5216021197597401769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2009/07/secuil-tentang-kehidupan-kerja-kesimpen.html' title='secuil tentang kehidupan kerja (kesimpen di draft lama banget, akhirnya di publish as the way it was)'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-7161578737263951542</id><published>2009-01-04T14:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T12:19:38.261+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just for fun'/><title type='text'>lets not be an anti of anything, pro works better in many single way</title><content type='html'>just wanna publish this line that's in my draft for so long :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-7161578737263951542?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/7161578737263951542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=7161578737263951542&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/7161578737263951542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/7161578737263951542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2009/01/lets-not-be-anti-of-anything-pro-works.html' title='lets not be an anti of anything, pro works better in many single way'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-4077164264197738439</id><published>2008-12-28T16:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T12:04:45.839+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>pekerjaan impian</title><content type='html'>"pita, dream job mu itu apa?" begitu seorang teman bertanya padaku.  sejujurnya, aku pun tak tahu bagaimana aku harus menjawab pertanyaan itu, di kepalaku ribuan ide dan cita saling bertindihan, tentang apa yang harus aku lakukan untuk memaknai hidup yang singkat ini. dengan kaki yang berakar bumi, impian ini sudah melanglang jagad, bagaimana jika tanpa? orang bijak (konon) berujar, beranilah untuk bermimpi, karena mimpi itu blueprint kenyataan. jadi, kulepas angan ini... ada yang menggambarkan dirinya menjadi seorang manager/owner sebuah small resort di pulau terpencil di indonesia, ada yang menempatkan dirinya sebagai seorang penulis/kolumnis untuk sebuah majalah yang menulis journal2 kecil tentang kehidupan, ada yang lebih berani bermimpi menjadi seorang misionaris di afrika mendedikasikan hidupnya untuk anak-anak yatim piatu dan lahir dengan AIDS disana. &lt;br /&gt;Hmmm....beratus gambaran menyerbu kepalaku, walaupun 3 diatas tampak paling tidak samar diantara ratusan lain sketsa di khayalku. mungkin yang aku inginkan, hanyalah sebuah pekerjaan yang sanggup memaknai hidupku, sebuah pekerjaan yang bisa menggambarkan secuil impianku, sebuah pekerjaan yang tidak akan kusebut pekerjaan, karena itulah bagian hidup yang kucintai, karena itulah aku...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A man's work is nothing but this slow trek to rediscover, through the detours of art, those two or three great and simple images in whose presence his heart first opened"&lt;br /&gt;-Albert Camus-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-4077164264197738439?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/4077164264197738439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=4077164264197738439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/4077164264197738439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/posts/default/4077164264197738439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/2008/12/pekerjaan-impian.html' title='pekerjaan impian'/><author><name>pitha</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-knnKMsxAowo/TqRq5SIjC4I/AAAAAAAAAME/vEqE9fQvRpY/s220/IMG_0146.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11097767.post-884967656041613681</id><published>2008-12-21T20:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T20:31:31.441+01:00</updated><title type='text'>updates</title><content type='html'>hi hi my blog! (cause i know that no one would be reading my blog, so i decided just to greet you alone, ever since ruth is not around and lutce is probably already dead tired of waiting on my new release, that's fine though, cause i'm writing mostly for the my own contentment ^^). i don't know where i should start cause there are so many to catch up. But the big red line is: I got my working visa, n i'm working my ass off each passing (week)day, honestly this isn't my dream job yet, but it pays the rent, n pays any other bills me and my family would encounter, and it fills up my savings. so, right now, i gotta love what i do!! in hope that later i'll do what i love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, that was my intro bit. now we get to the body, n what is it? I really dont have anything smart or even moronic to tell right now, but i just feel like posting something before this year ends. This year, 2008, has been a full test for me, all sorts of problems, highest and lowest points carved on this year. This "me", the so called adult now, entering adulthood. It's harsh, its fast, it unveiled,no pain killer its.. just the real Mccoy from now on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt lost for so many times this year, and found again for not so many times, and times in between, i was confused deciding which area i was in. I kept questioning my decision, was it the right thing to do? did i run away? have i been deceiving myself? am i a coward who calls herself a hero? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year is a giant leap for me, it's this significant bridge/gate/door that connects/disconnects dream and reality. I walked out that door, closed this "dream" door behind me, and stepped in to this "reality", which i used to dreamt about, but it's a lot less sweet than i thought it would be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many sad things have come across my way this year, but numerous happy ones were on my path too.. but i dont know why, this year by far is the most depressive one of all years I've been through. I felt pessimistic, depressed. I even cried for no reasons sometimes, this darkness was eating me alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the old me a lot, i miss my laughs, i miss my ignorance, i miss my compassion, this present me is just numb!! too much to feel, too much to absorb, my senses failed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it's gonna be a major part in my new years resolution: I wanna be a brighter person !!! I wanna ignore those depressive  feelings....... I wanna take the best out of life. I wanna love more... i wanna care more..., and when i ever hit the rock bottom, i promise i'll bounce back and most of all i wanna trust You more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"shine bright my daughter, this too shall pass.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::i dont wanna lose you::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11097767-884967656041613681?l=thatmuch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatmuch.blogspot.com/feeds/884967656041613681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11097767&amp;postID=884967656041613681&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11097767/po
