<?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-35420038</id><updated>2012-02-09T21:19:50.207+07:00</updated><category term='cooking'/><category term='road trip'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='driiling'/><category term='birth'/><category term='aqiqah'/><category term='rig'/><category term='preparation'/><category term='pizza'/><category term='renovation'/><category term='trip'/><category term='labour'/><category term='home'/><category term='culinary'/><category term='flying'/><category term='craving'/><category term='mosaic'/><category term='baby'/><category term='baking'/><category term='tips'/><category term='dough'/><category term='plane'/><category term='house'/><category term='Lebaran'/><category term='cake'/><category term='bathroom'/><category term='work'/><category term='travelling'/><category term='ceremony'/><category term='pregnancy'/><category term='birth preparation'/><title type='text'>My Moment Of Solitude</title><subtitle type='html'>welcome to my fortress of solitude</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dyta Sitompul</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100241635245584747382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O6zwwAo1WJ4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/PabLj_iXjFc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420038.post-4190092864546941808</id><published>2012-01-31T16:12:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T16:12:51.785+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culinary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>Lasagna ala Dyta</title><content type='html'>I've always wanted to try to make lasagna.. I knew the concept, but never had the time (or effort) to make it. So, I decided to make it last Sunday. I didn't browse any recipes this time, only created my own recipe.. &amp;nbsp;Alhamdulillah it turned out nicely :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my recipe :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;1. Meat Sauce&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&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/-3Ty_X-diFpg/TyeqMxfR7bI/AAAAAAAAAcg/nOf18FlNyiA/s1600/IMG-20120129-03805.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Ty_X-diFpg/TyeqMxfR7bI/AAAAAAAAAcg/nOf18FlNyiA/s320/IMG-20120129-03805.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;Meat Sauce&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Actually this recipe is a modification of my mom's spagetti sauce recipe :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ingredients :&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 kg Ground beef&lt;br /&gt;3 large tomatoes and 1 carrot, blendered&lt;br /&gt;250 gr Shredded Cheddar cheese&lt;br /&gt;1 tbsp Tomato Sauce&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp Tomato Paste&lt;br /&gt;Half an Onion, chopped&lt;br /&gt;2 cloves of garlic, minced&lt;br /&gt;Olive oil and butter&lt;br /&gt;2 bayleaves&lt;br /&gt;1 tbsp oregano&lt;br /&gt;1 tbsp blackpepper&lt;br /&gt;salt and sugar to taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Directions :&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saute the onions until golden brown, add in garlic, stir for a couple minutes. Add the ground beef, cook till color changes, add a little water. Add tomato sauce, tomato paste, bay leaf, tomato&amp;amp;carrot juice, and all the other ingredients, cook until meat is tender and the sauce is thickened in a low heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;2. Cheese Sauce also known as Beschamel Sauce&lt;/u&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/-FhGsTCepEeg/TyeqwegsDlI/AAAAAAAAAco/qu9N4O6FojE/s1600/IMG-20120129-03806.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FhGsTCepEeg/TyeqwegsDlI/AAAAAAAAAco/qu9N4O6FojE/s320/IMG-20120129-03806.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;Cheese Sauce&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ingredients :&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;250 ml fresh full cream milk&lt;br /&gt;250 gr cheddar cheese&lt;br /&gt;Canned mushrooms (optional)&lt;br /&gt;1 tbsp cornstarch&lt;br /&gt;Half an onion, chopped&lt;br /&gt;2 cloves of garlic, minced&lt;br /&gt;Olive oil and butter&lt;br /&gt;1 tbsp blackpepper&lt;br /&gt;Salt to taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Directions :&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saute the onions and garlic, add in the cornstarch stir through until dissolved. Add the mushrooms, stir until cooked, then add milk, cheese, and other ingredients. Cook in a low heat until sauce thickens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Cook Lasagna as in the direction in the box til al dente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Assembly the lasagna in a heatproof pan, starting with a layer of lasagna, meat sauce, cheese sauce, lasagna, over and over until all the ingredients are finished, topped with the cheese sauce, and sprinkled with more cheddar or mozzarella cheese.&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/-x0wWZfsHrvo/TyerTBI9LQI/AAAAAAAAAcw/NABPLtO24lk/s1600/IMG-20120129-03807.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x0wWZfsHrvo/TyerTBI9LQI/AAAAAAAAAcw/NABPLtO24lk/s320/IMG-20120129-03807.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;Assembly the Lasagna&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Bake the lasagna in a preheated oven of 180 C, for about 35-40 minutes, or until cooked through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lV38yDr3exY/TyesFk9R9sI/AAAAAAAAAc4/_6Q-SEtQtHQ/s1600/IMG-20120129-03808.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lV38yDr3exY/TyesFk9R9sI/AAAAAAAAAc4/_6Q-SEtQtHQ/s320/IMG-20120129-03808.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;Bake in a preheated oven&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/-PEL1Ppw_3V0/TyeskCx5ZiI/AAAAAAAAAdA/hkPcFO9mubk/s1600/IMG-20120129-03810.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PEL1Ppw_3V0/TyeskCx5ZiI/AAAAAAAAAdA/hkPcFO9mubk/s320/IMG-20120129-03810.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;Garnish the Lasagna, Ready to eat..:D&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;6. You should wait a couple of minutes (or until the lasagna is cooled down) before you cut the lasagna, or else it wil turn out runny.&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/-xI8IFXaD77A/TyetCUhB0dI/AAAAAAAAAdI/QU5OUHEI8ZE/s1600/IMG-20120129-03834.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xI8IFXaD77A/TyetCUhB0dI/AAAAAAAAAdI/QU5OUHEI8ZE/s320/IMG-20120129-03834.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 Layers of My Lasagna&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420038-4190092864546941808?l=mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/4190092864546941808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420038&amp;postID=4190092864546941808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/4190092864546941808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/4190092864546941808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/lasagna-ala-dyta.html' title='Lasagna ala Dyta'/><author><name>Dyta Sitompul</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100241635245584747382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O6zwwAo1WJ4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/PabLj_iXjFc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Ty_X-diFpg/TyeqMxfR7bI/AAAAAAAAAcg/nOf18FlNyiA/s72-c/IMG-20120129-03805.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420038.post-7952912347667706418</id><published>2012-01-31T10:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T10:28:19.103+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culinary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>Choco Lava Cake a.k.a Chocolate Foundant</title><content type='html'>Weekend is cooking day for me.. So last Saturday I decided to make a choco lava cake. So I searched the internet, and found &lt;a href="http://gracessweetlife.com/2010/07/want-to-learn-how-to-make-gordon-ramsays-favourite-dessert-hot-chocolate-fondant/" target="_blank"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; recipe. The owner of the blog said this is Gordon Ramsay's Recipe, so if my cake turned out bad, blame it at Gordon.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here area the steps :&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/-lnPShij8fBo/TydP2qy3eeI/AAAAAAAAAbY/pvRoekxGfsE/s1600/IMG-20120128-03782.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lnPShij8fBo/TydP2qy3eeI/AAAAAAAAAbY/pvRoekxGfsE/s200/IMG-20120128-03782.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;First, melt the butter and chocolate ini a hot pan on top of a sauce pan filled with boiling water. Stir the chocolate and butter until all is melted and combined. Be careful not to let the chocolate mix boil. Set aside, and let it cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yV2TkbU8yAg/TydQ9v8etgI/AAAAAAAAAbo/F1xz1Gr0bKQ/s200/IMG-20120128-03784.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Whisk the eggs with an electric mixer in &amp;nbsp;high speed til pale and stiff, pour in chocolate mixture, and mix it well using a spatula. Add the flour a little by little, and keep folding the mixture with the spatula until the mixture is combined through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MNSqZXYyry8/TydR1sk1WzI/AAAAAAAAAbw/1nEVwdsjZss/s1600/IMG-20120128-03785.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MNSqZXYyry8/TydR1sk1WzI/AAAAAAAAAbw/1nEVwdsjZss/s200/IMG-20120128-03785.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is how it will look..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yV2TkbU8yAg/TydQ9v8etgI/AAAAAAAAAbo/F1xz1Gr0bKQ/s1600/IMG-20120128-03784.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H105R2UVSO4/TydQlRdobRI/AAAAAAAAAbg/b6-PhS9RLIo/s1600/IMG-20120128-03783.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H105R2UVSO4/TydQlRdobRI/AAAAAAAAAbg/b6-PhS9RLIo/s200/IMG-20120128-03783.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Prepare the ramekins (i don't have any ramekins, so I use cupcake pans) by spreading each with butter and dusting it with cocoa powder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/-MNSqZXYyry8/TydR1sk1WzI/AAAAAAAAAbw/1nEVwdsjZss/s1600/IMG-20120128-03785.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lqOy3gLUCls/TydSBvnpM8I/AAAAAAAAAb4/3QynTAgJI8s/s1600/IMG-20120128-03786.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lqOy3gLUCls/TydSBvnpM8I/AAAAAAAAAb4/3QynTAgJI8s/s200/IMG-20120128-03786.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pour in the chocolate mixture, about 3/4 of the height.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W3Flzu4IW88/TydSOHBO8oI/AAAAAAAAAcA/J6cXpDAL0mw/s200/IMG-20120128-03787.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;Put in a preheated oven about 180 C, for about 10-12 minutes (depends on the oven, my oven took about 25 minutes).&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="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&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="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KM9skYHtqXA/TyddKDh-0lI/AAAAAAAAAcY/5tYYXtgMSdk/s1600/IMG-20120128-03791.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KM9skYHtqXA/TyddKDh-0lI/AAAAAAAAAcY/5tYYXtgMSdk/s200/IMG-20120128-03791.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You'll know if it's ready if you poke the side of the cake with a small stick and none of the mixture sticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w9lLYbASiaU/TydTAcFWYPI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lhG_Os7TQ-g/s1600/IMG-20120128-03790.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w9lLYbASiaU/TydTAcFWYPI/AAAAAAAAAcI/lhG_Os7TQ-g/s200/IMG-20120128-03790.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Last but not least, garnish your cake with whipped cream or ice cream and fruits as you like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ptJwDToph-0/TydTWLid_nI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/5v1hGkpmar0/s1600/IMG-20120128-03793.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ptJwDToph-0/TydTWLid_nI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/5v1hGkpmar0/s200/IMG-20120128-03793.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tada! Chocolate Lava Cake is ready to eat.. Nyum Nyum!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420038-7952912347667706418?l=mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/7952912347667706418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420038&amp;postID=7952912347667706418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/7952912347667706418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/7952912347667706418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/weekend-is-cooking-day-for-me.html' title='Choco Lava Cake a.k.a Chocolate Foundant'/><author><name>Dyta Sitompul</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100241635245584747382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O6zwwAo1WJ4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/PabLj_iXjFc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lnPShij8fBo/TydP2qy3eeI/AAAAAAAAAbY/pvRoekxGfsE/s72-c/IMG-20120128-03782.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420038.post-3552835778420251307</id><published>2012-01-24T11:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T11:54:33.858+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='renovation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bathroom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Bathroom Renovation</title><content type='html'>In my earlier post, I said that I'm doing a renovation, i promised to show the results, well, here they are :&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/-RJhq6rhWBJk/Tx43lFRqUrI/AAAAAAAAAao/3oCl95-ooKQ/s1600/IMG-20120117-WA000.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RJhq6rhWBJk/Tx43lFRqUrI/AAAAAAAAAao/3oCl95-ooKQ/s320/IMG-20120117-WA000.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;We had to install a blower for the air circulation&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5qtHm0P72ec/Tx43m9XibeI/AAAAAAAAAaw/VrvmJTA0o5Q/s1600/IMG-20120120-WA001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5qtHm0P72ec/Tx43m9XibeI/AAAAAAAAAaw/VrvmJTA0o5Q/s320/IMG-20120120-WA001.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;The mosaic tales and the sink in the making&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/-HpsmzOAWI8s/Tx43sJ6I97I/AAAAAAAAAa4/klq0ZzSXE8E/s1600/IMG-20120123-WA000.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HpsmzOAWI8s/Tx43sJ6I97I/AAAAAAAAAa4/klq0ZzSXE8E/s320/IMG-20120123-WA000.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;Tada! This is what it looks like..:)&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/-NC8VpOzqKCQ/Tx43wVU331I/AAAAAAAAAbA/HRpJ0-mau3Y/s1600/IMG-20120123-WA001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NC8VpOzqKCQ/Tx43wVU331I/AAAAAAAAAbA/HRpJ0-mau3Y/s320/IMG-20120123-WA001.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;Looovvee the shower&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/-_j9e49F5B20/Tx430P7ONbI/AAAAAAAAAbI/grMb1dvdqwY/s1600/IMG-20120123-WA002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_j9e49F5B20/Tx430P7ONbI/AAAAAAAAAbI/grMb1dvdqwY/s320/IMG-20120123-WA002.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 sink&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It turn out pretty much as I expected, and even better.. Yay! Thanks so much Datuk for your help... :)! Actually, for the sink (washtafel) i wanted the "bowl" type, but it's too expensive and our renovation was running over budget, so we had to suit with this one. But there's no mirror yet on top of the sink, and &amp;nbsp;i don't have a picture of the toilet yet either. I'll update you in that later..:D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420038-3552835778420251307?l=mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/3552835778420251307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420038&amp;postID=3552835778420251307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/3552835778420251307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/3552835778420251307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/bathroom-renovation.html' title='Bathroom Renovation'/><author><name>Dyta Sitompul</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100241635245584747382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O6zwwAo1WJ4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/PabLj_iXjFc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RJhq6rhWBJk/Tx43lFRqUrI/AAAAAAAAAao/3oCl95-ooKQ/s72-c/IMG-20120117-WA000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420038.post-5599632725602509450</id><published>2012-01-24T11:39:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T11:40:40.379+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preparation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culinary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>Bake A Cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hey there, how was your long weekend? Did anything special? Well I decided to once again test my cooking skills by making a cake.. haha.. The cake i chose to bake was a tiramisu.. Since this is my first time baking, i have to buy some baking necessities like :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mixer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oven&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Spatula's&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Large bowl&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Baking pan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, i convinced hubby to take us to Palembang, to buy all my needs and just to take a break from the small city..haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Coz this is my first time to bake, and dunno if i'm good at it, &amp;nbsp;i just bought a middle quality mixer, a &lt;i&gt;Miyako&lt;/i&gt; brand. Hubby said that i should buy a &lt;i&gt;philips &lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;but i thought, nah, probably later when i became good at baking, i"ll ask hubby to buy me a new sophisticated mixer haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As for the oven, i chose a traditional stove oven, coz it's more cheaper with the gas. The price of an electrical oven is that much different with a stove oven, but it's a lot more expensive on the electricity (high watt).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, with high spirit i started baking my cake with hopes too..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the end, it turn out pretty nicely..:). Hubby said presentation wise, i get a 9, taste wise, hhmm.. needs some improvement..haha.. The texture of the cake wasn't as "full" and a bit too fluffy, but i think it tastes pretty good..haha.. Well, at least Kia likes it..:D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c_Krz6JkKns/Tx4sMI277qI/AAAAAAAAAaY/5H4X6O5wKM0/s1600/IMG-20120122-03730.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c_Krz6JkKns/Tx4sMI277qI/AAAAAAAAAaY/5H4X6O5wKM0/s320/IMG-20120122-03730.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;Caking in d making..:D&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/-9Q-2RXyWbmc/Tx4sg2HAumI/AAAAAAAAAag/BR_tGGY-gKY/s1600/IMG-20120122-03732.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Q-2RXyWbmc/Tx4sg2HAumI/AAAAAAAAAag/BR_tGGY-gKY/s320/IMG-20120122-03732.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;Tada! My yummy cake..slurp!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/35420038-5599632725602509450?l=mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/5599632725602509450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420038&amp;postID=5599632725602509450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/5599632725602509450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/5599632725602509450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/bake-cake.html' title='Bake A Cake'/><author><name>Dyta Sitompul</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100241635245584747382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O6zwwAo1WJ4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/PabLj_iXjFc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c_Krz6JkKns/Tx4sMI277qI/AAAAAAAAAaY/5H4X6O5wKM0/s72-c/IMG-20120122-03730.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420038.post-2259115947420907532</id><published>2012-01-18T14:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T14:40:36.651+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='renovation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bathroom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mosaic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Home Renovation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alhamdulillah Hubby and I have purchased a house in Jakarta. The house was actually hubby's grandma's house, but she wanted to sell it, so we purchased it for a pretty fair price..:). The house is located at Bintaro, but not in the sectors yet, the nearby area is called rempoa and also near by the public cemetery t&lt;i&gt;anah kusir.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The house is a two story house with 6 bedrooms and 3 bathrooms. But, since it's an old house, it needs lots and lots of renovation.. *checking bank account* Rrrr....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, I have lots of plans in my mind for this house. How's it gonna be, the layout, the interior design, etc.. The main things that I would like for my dream house are :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;A foyer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A walk in closet in my bedroom, that'll b connected straight to the bathroom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A bathtub in my bathroom, with hot water&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A kitchen set complete with a minibar, so i can bake cakes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Another kitchen for cooking daily meals (in Bahasa we usually call it &lt;i&gt;dapur basah&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A praying room (musola)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A library/work room&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;In terms for the interior design, I'd like it to be a combination of modern minimalist and naturalist.. (haha, still can't prefer which one i like more).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, due to the budget, we started to renovate one bathroom first, which is the bathroom downstairs. Since the old bathroom has small space, I wanted to keep it simple, so I chose black and white tiles for the theme.&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/-1NUiGIe4U9g/TxZzBwfymMI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/xN1JcTcFuf0/s1600/kamar+mandi+minimalis+item-putih.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1NUiGIe4U9g/TxZzBwfymMI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/xN1JcTcFuf0/s320/kamar+mandi+minimalis+item-putih.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanted a black and white theme like this&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;The details I wanted were this :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;All the walls were cover with tiles, from the floor to the ceilings.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 walls were covered by white tiles, and 1 wall covered by mosaic tiles (black, grey and white combination)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wanted the floor to be covered by black or gray tiles, made of natural rocks, and the shower floor to be made by natural pebbles.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;White toilet and white sink.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A towel hanger made by stainless steel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A huge mirror to make the room seem larger&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&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/-oE8-LERQFkg/TxZzDVdX7jI/AAAAAAAAAaE/zPPkxfZiaYw/s1600/KM+shower+batu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oE8-LERQFkg/TxZzDVdX7jI/AAAAAAAAAaE/zPPkxfZiaYw/s1600/KM+shower+batu.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 little pebbles in the shower were like this&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/-lUeuoTVQZvo/TxZzENiQfbI/AAAAAAAAAaM/qflb4LZVgfY/s1600/mosaic+blue.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lUeuoTVQZvo/TxZzENiQfbI/AAAAAAAAAaM/qflb4LZVgfY/s1600/mosaic+blue.jpg" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mosaic Tiles&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Since I still live in Prabumulih, we asked a favor to my father in law to supervise the renovation. I wish I could be there and buy and choose the tiles and other stuff myself, but i guess i have to try to believe in others..hohoho.. Hopefully the result is as I expected, or even nicer.. Aamiin.. I'll give you the pictures when the bathroom's done..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Next project : Kitchen set, walk-in closet, maid room&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Budget : *overexceeded* aaarrrggghhh....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/35420038-2259115947420907532?l=mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/2259115947420907532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420038&amp;postID=2259115947420907532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/2259115947420907532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/2259115947420907532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/home-renovation.html' title='Home Renovation'/><author><name>Dyta Sitompul</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100241635245584747382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O6zwwAo1WJ4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/PabLj_iXjFc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1NUiGIe4U9g/TxZzBwfymMI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/xN1JcTcFuf0/s72-c/kamar+mandi+minimalis+item-putih.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420038.post-136797087045331284</id><published>2012-01-17T16:12:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T16:12:35.365+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dough'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culinary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pizza'/><title type='text'>Making Pizza (Warning : Not As Easy As It Seems)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, last Saturday I decided to make pizza. The idea came from Tomoko, my neighbor who likes to bake all kinds of cake and pastry. So I searched the internet and found this &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Make-Pizza-Dough" target="_blank"&gt;pizza dough recipe&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and this &lt;a href="http://resepmasakanindonesia.info/resep-masakan-pizza/" target="_blank"&gt;pizza recipe&lt;/a&gt;. After reading the steps over and over again, I thought, "ok, this is gonna be a piece of cake".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, i went to the shop to buy the ingredients. This is what I bought for my pizza recipe :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wheat Flour&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Instan yeast&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ketchup (tomato sauce)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sugar and salt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sausages&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Canned Mushrooms&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Greenbell Peppers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ground beef&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Onions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Chedder cheese (prefer mozzarella, but theres none in Prabu..*cry*)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Garlic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Olive Oil&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&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/-dlMLLYXZCXw/TxU1UhlWC0I/AAAAAAAAAZE/w3SO6nrLkcg/s1600/IMG-20120114-03703.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dlMLLYXZCXw/TxU1UhlWC0I/AAAAAAAAAZE/w3SO6nrLkcg/s320/IMG-20120114-03703.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;Kia Helping Me With The Dough :D&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The first step was making the dough. It's a little hard to determine when the dough was ready, coz it always seemed too sticky, no matter how much flour I added. Well, at the end, it turned out like this.. (after an hour, it rose up) :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S-gfQk3iOpo/TxU1oeOt54I/AAAAAAAAAZM/BNCUrrDKL1I/s1600/IMG-20120114-03704.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S-gfQk3iOpo/TxU1oeOt54I/AAAAAAAAAZM/BNCUrrDKL1I/s320/IMG-20120114-03704.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 Pizza Dough After It Rose Up&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Meanwhile waiting for the dough to rise up, i prepared the toppings. First of all, I prepared the ground beef, here's what i did :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cut the onions into small bits, and also chopped the garlic.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sautee the onions first with a little bit of olive oil then toss in the garlic. Stir until both are caramelized and turn brownish gold.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then add the ground beef, continue stirring until the beef is cooked and all the juices come out. You can add a little bit of water to prevent from burning.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then last but not list season it with salt and black pepper.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides the ground beef, all the other toppings i just cut into smaller pieces. Here's a look at my toppings :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/-31TIq9_cyJQ/TxU2cZApGxI/AAAAAAAAAZU/s9-rVFwWW8E/s1600/IMG-20120114-03705.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-31TIq9_cyJQ/TxU2cZApGxI/AAAAAAAAAZU/s9-rVFwWW8E/s320/IMG-20120114-03705.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 Toppings&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After and hour, my dough has risen, so it was a sign that it was ready. So I took about a half of the dough, then started to spread it out on a plate, put on the toppings, and tad a! This is what it looks like..:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 6px; padding-right: 6px; padding-top: 6px; 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/-_7f0a4g6pxI/TxU37o0Q9zI/AAAAAAAAAZk/9K1M6-eV0K0/s1600/IMG-20120114-03708.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_7f0a4g6pxI/TxU37o0Q9zI/AAAAAAAAAZk/9K1M6-eV0K0/s320/IMG-20120114-03708.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px; padding-top: 4px; text-align: center;"&gt;Right Before Tossing it In The Microwave&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dYLWVvZ2mUc/TxU3A-oVquI/AAAAAAAAAZc/qA3dioslGPE/s1600/IMG-20120114-03706.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dYLWVvZ2mUc/TxU3A-oVquI/AAAAAAAAAZc/qA3dioslGPE/s320/IMG-20120114-03706.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;Daddy Making His Own Pizza&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup, so i thought so far so good, everything is right on track, now's the time to bake the pizza..yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/-6ugJcvQYCUU/TxU4Obf2xTI/AAAAAAAAAZs/TTaFs3bX-tc/s1600/IMG-20120114-03709.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6ugJcvQYCUU/TxU4Obf2xTI/AAAAAAAAAZs/TTaFs3bX-tc/s320/IMG-20120114-03709.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 Baking in the Microwave, smelling yum yum!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The problem is, I don't have an oven, but I do have a microwave. So I thought, "what's the difference?". Despite of what hubby said that it won't work, me being stubborn as I am, still continued the process, and cooked the pizza in the microwave. When it cooked, the aroma was so delicious I was so confident with my pizza.. And this is how it turned out :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/-rN3HZSriTPA/TxU4t33C_PI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/i4HwilzerRA/s1600/IMG-20120114-03711.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rN3HZSriTPA/TxU4t33C_PI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/i4HwilzerRA/s320/IMG-20120114-03711.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;My So Called Pizza..:D *still yummy though!*&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What?!! The toppings were all burnt, but the pizza dough wasn't &amp;nbsp;cooked enough. No no no!! Argh.. How could this be??! So, I went too check the internet again, searched for "Cooking Pizza With A Microwave". Turns out that hubby was right, you can't cook pizza with a microwave, unless you want your pizza dough too turn out all gooey... hhmm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, at least I got a lesson learnt.. And the pizza actually tastes good too.. LOL..*self defense*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Next Project : Making Tiramisu Cake&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Must Have List : Oven, mixer, measuring scale&lt;/i&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/35420038-136797087045331284?l=mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/136797087045331284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420038&amp;postID=136797087045331284' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/136797087045331284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/136797087045331284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/making-pizza-warning-not-as-easy-as-it.html' title='Making Pizza (Warning : Not As Easy As It Seems)'/><author><name>Dyta Sitompul</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100241635245584747382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O6zwwAo1WJ4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/PabLj_iXjFc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dlMLLYXZCXw/TxU1UhlWC0I/AAAAAAAAAZE/w3SO6nrLkcg/s72-c/IMG-20120114-03703.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420038.post-5447857531483541916</id><published>2012-01-13T15:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T15:43:09.576+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lebaran'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culinary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Lebaran Idul Adha 1432 H</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Idul Adha 1432 H was our first Idul Adha alone as a small family. The holiday was at a Sunday, coz i don't have anymore days for annual leave, we decided not to go to Medan nor Lampung and just have the holiday at Prabumulih.&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/-gxNEl1PFXo8/Tw_pEg1SBEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/Rpr5p9on554/s1600/IMG-20111106-03128.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gxNEl1PFXo8/Tw_pEg1SBEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/Rpr5p9on554/s320/IMG-20111106-03128.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;Before Going to The Mosque&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GTSBc06CGqk/Tw_pRo8mXbI/AAAAAAAAAYc/d7EyakrODlI/s1600/IMG-20111106-03129.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GTSBc06CGqk/Tw_pRo8mXbI/AAAAAAAAAYc/d7EyakrODlI/s320/IMG-20111106-03129.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;Kia Pouting coz We Didn't Take Her with us To The Mosque.. Haha.. So Cute..&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2Hzim0AXZEk/Tw_pdXKlg9I/AAAAAAAAAYs/HfNAyMWWU5Y/s1600/IMG-20111106-03138.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2Hzim0AXZEk/Tw_pdXKlg9I/AAAAAAAAAYs/HfNAyMWWU5Y/s320/IMG-20111106-03138.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;Just The 3 Of Us..;)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, even though it was just gonna be the three of us, I wanted to make our home as festive as possible. So I had Mbak Mala took cook special lebaran dishes like Ketupat (a kind of rice cubes wrapped in coconut leaves), Opor Ayam (Chicken with Coconut Milk Gravy), Sayur Lodeh (Vegetable Stew), Sambel Goreng Ati (Chilli Chicken Liver with Potatoes), Tauco Cumi (Stir Fry Squid with Fermented Soybeans Sauce) and Beef Rendang.. hhmm.. so yummy..:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 6px; padding-right: 6px; padding-top: 6px; 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/-xhXHz441tFU/Tw_pYxLIeKI/AAAAAAAAAYk/z_qpAthAneU/s1600/IMG_0260.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xhXHz441tFU/Tw_pYxLIeKI/AAAAAAAAAYk/z_qpAthAneU/s320/IMG_0260.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px; padding-top: 4px; text-align: center;"&gt;Our Lebaran Dishes.. Yummy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At the morning of Idul Adha, we went to the Mosque to say our Idul Adha prayers. Too bad Kia couldn't join us coz she was still little, so she stayed at home with her Nanny..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/-M1MuOuC0m0I/Tw_pi5PZ3XI/AAAAAAAAAY0/rD9mvQ405Sc/s1600/IMG-20111106-03148.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M1MuOuC0m0I/Tw_pi5PZ3XI/AAAAAAAAAY0/rD9mvQ405Sc/s320/IMG-20111106-03148.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;Playing With Mama&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MxXrOGJ9C5k/Tw_qEhxJqRI/AAAAAAAAAY8/leql8FdU4Ag/s1600/IMG-20111106-03150.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MxXrOGJ9C5k/Tw_qEhxJqRI/AAAAAAAAAY8/leql8FdU4Ag/s320/IMG-20111106-03150.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;Playing with Daddy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After doing our prayers, we went home to break our fasting, with eating all those delicious dishes!! nyum..nyumm..!! There it is, even though it's just the three of us, we could still make our home full of joy at Idul Adha.. Alhamdulillah..:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/35420038-5447857531483541916?l=mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/5447857531483541916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420038&amp;postID=5447857531483541916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/5447857531483541916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/5447857531483541916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/lebaran-idul-adha-1432-h.html' title='Lebaran Idul Adha 1432 H'/><author><name>Dyta Sitompul</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100241635245584747382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O6zwwAo1WJ4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/PabLj_iXjFc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gxNEl1PFXo8/Tw_pEg1SBEI/AAAAAAAAAYU/Rpr5p9on554/s72-c/IMG-20111106-03128.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420038.post-9173140933912423608</id><published>2012-01-13T11:32:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T11:34:12.250+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rig'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driiling'/><title type='text'>The Drilling Family :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T85FQVzgoJM/Tw-XESVIqAI/AAAAAAAAAXc/BFvVdqYLR1s/s1600/IMG_0199.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T85FQVzgoJM/Tw-XESVIqAI/AAAAAAAAAXc/BFvVdqYLR1s/s320/IMG_0199.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, for you who don't know, I work at a Drilling Company.. You know, the ones who drill &lt;strike&gt;holes&lt;/strike&gt; wells in the ground, to create oil wells, so that the oil in the ground can be sucked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to introduce hubby and my baby K in what I do for a living, I took them to visit one of our rigs, which &amp;nbsp;is located near our home. The rig we visited was N80B1/27, 1000 HP.&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/-ndVSk61xixQ/Tw-WUOD54RI/AAAAAAAAAXE/P9PQJLy0OKk/s1600/IMG_0154.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ndVSk61xixQ/Tw-WUOD54RI/AAAAAAAAAXE/P9PQJLy0OKk/s320/IMG_0154.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;Having a safety induction before site visit&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iO057vHWx_U/Tw-Wj_MsEjI/AAAAAAAAAXM/UjxVkruTMsM/s1600/IMG_0187.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iO057vHWx_U/Tw-Wj_MsEjI/AAAAAAAAAXM/UjxVkruTMsM/s320/IMG_0187.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Nrv4VY3Jec/Tw-WycRVZqI/AAAAAAAAAXU/957_s7GoS9U/s1600/IMG_0193.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Nrv4VY3Jec/Tw-WycRVZqI/AAAAAAAAAXU/957_s7GoS9U/s320/IMG_0193.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9AuK03HJKH0/Tw-uHwc4LFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/-uJ2qzj2igk/s1600/IMG-20110602-01529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9AuK03HJKH0/Tw-uHwc4LFI/AAAAAAAAAYE/-uJ2qzj2igk/s320/IMG-20110602-01529.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;We left Kia with Mas Hakim (Rig Superintendent) at the Camp..Haha.. Sorry mas Hakim..:D&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also took Angku (my father) to visit the same rig, when he came to Prabumulih to visit us..:)&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/-w0QQ9eY_h3k/Tw-d_6Yn2GI/AAAAAAAAAXk/N1cRH0Apwn8/s1600/IMG_4331.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w0QQ9eY_h3k/Tw-d_6Yn2GI/AAAAAAAAAXk/N1cRH0Apwn8/s320/IMG_4331.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Angku &amp;amp; Kia in Front of The Rig&amp;nbsp;&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/-ctYrBzkXul8/Tw-fPXLYXWI/AAAAAAAAAXs/-8WOSCx2htY/s1600/IMG_4344.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ctYrBzkXul8/Tw-fPXLYXWI/AAAAAAAAAXs/-8WOSCx2htY/s320/IMG_4344.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eating at the Rig Catering&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/-psn7UFfYrYo/Tw-goAY3JqI/AAAAAAAAAX0/XAC2KNDbZqc/s1600/IMG_4346.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-psn7UFfYrYo/Tw-goAY3JqI/AAAAAAAAAX0/XAC2KNDbZqc/s320/IMG_4346.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;Mas Ardian (Rig Superintendent) explaining Angku the Drilling Process @ the Rig Office&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Location : Rig N80B1/27, Prabumulih&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Time &amp;amp; Date : Noon, Forgot when, between July-September 2001 :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420038-9173140933912423608?l=mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/9173140933912423608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420038&amp;postID=9173140933912423608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/9173140933912423608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/9173140933912423608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/drilling-family-d.html' title='The Drilling Family :D'/><author><name>Dyta Sitompul</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100241635245584747382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O6zwwAo1WJ4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/PabLj_iXjFc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T85FQVzgoJM/Tw-XESVIqAI/AAAAAAAAAXc/BFvVdqYLR1s/s72-c/IMG_0199.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420038.post-4529028527890047999</id><published>2012-01-12T11:41:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T11:41:23.880+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preparation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travelling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Travelling With A Baby (Airplane)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On my previous post I gave you tips on traveling with a baby by car, now i'm gonna give you tips on traveling with a baby by plane..:).&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/-aVvLDPHFwoo/Tw5itr8OscI/AAAAAAAAAWs/q1YVC4GxYLA/s1600/IMG-20110821-02354.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aVvLDPHFwoo/Tw5itr8OscI/AAAAAAAAAWs/q1YVC4GxYLA/s320/IMG-20110821-02354.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Travelling Tips :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Actually, a baby as old as one day is ok to fly by plane, but what must be considered is that a newborn baby's immune system hasn't developed fully, so there'll be higher risks that your baby may catch germs and viruses such as the flu in the plane coz the air circulation is in only one place (in the plane). So it's better to consult with your pediatric first before flying if you're not sure. Kia herself made her first flight at the age of 3 months, and Alhamdulillah was fine..:).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you're concerned that passing the metal detector door at the airport will effect your baby (or baby in the belly), don't be. Metal detectors are perfectly safe and don't spread any radiation, they only detect metal with a simple signal. The only radiation there is, is at the X-Ray table for your luggage (you're not planning to go in there, right? LOL).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A couple of hours before boarding, try &amp;nbsp;to give your baby some fruits like oranges, so that she can take a poo before take-off, it'll be very stressful to have to change a diaper in the airplanes lavatory.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just in cased of a delay (which commonly occurs in Indonesian aviation), don't forget to bring your baby's favorite toys to cheer her up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When checking in, it's best for you to ask a seat by the window, so for you breastfeeders, you'll have some privacy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The sayings that you should put earplugs or even cotton in your baby's ears is just a myth. The pressure difference from onshore to the air will not damage your baby's ears, it will just make your baby feel uncomfortable, which will lead to a baby cry-out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To avoid the uncomfy feeling, right before take-off and right before landing, you should breastfeed, or give milk or give your baby something to swallow, so that her ears won't be stuffed. Just like you're offered candies right before take-off, to ease off the uncomfy feeling in your ears.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't forget to ask the stewardess for a baby kit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you're bringing a baby stroller with you, it's ok for you to bring it to the plane (don't need to check it in the baggage), some airlines make you leave it right in front of the plane door, some make you leave it besides the plane stairs. The airline staff will take it right away, and you could claim it again when you've landed at the stairs or at the baggage claim.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WS79TFAY1Zo/Tw5i1WT4ZVI/AAAAAAAAAW0/sUvKN5p_SwQ/s1600/IMG_0082.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WS79TFAY1Zo/Tw5i1WT4ZVI/AAAAAAAAAW0/sUvKN5p_SwQ/s320/IMG_0082.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that's about it I guess, have a nice flight.. bon voyage..:))!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/35420038-4529028527890047999?l=mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/4529028527890047999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420038&amp;postID=4529028527890047999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/4529028527890047999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/4529028527890047999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/travelling-with-baby-airplane.html' title='Travelling With A Baby (Airplane)'/><author><name>Dyta Sitompul</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100241635245584747382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O6zwwAo1WJ4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/PabLj_iXjFc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aVvLDPHFwoo/Tw5itr8OscI/AAAAAAAAAWs/q1YVC4GxYLA/s72-c/IMG-20110821-02354.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420038.post-5994371172944884199</id><published>2012-01-12T09:41:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T09:41:46.191+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preparation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travelling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='road trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Travelling with A Baby (Roadtrip)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Here are some tips I could give you when traveling with a baby by car (road trip) :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SkZak2qScfA/Tw5Htwn_LMI/AAAAAAAAAWk/BFYx3PtjLAE/s1600/IMG-20111109-03194.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SkZak2qScfA/Tw5Htwn_LMI/AAAAAAAAAWk/BFYx3PtjLAE/s320/IMG-20111109-03194.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Use a car seat. It would be really convenient (and safe) if your baby is willing to sit in a car seat. Actually in foreign countries its against the law to bring a baby in a car without a car seat. But in Indonesia, there is no law for babies in car seats, so if your baby screams to the top of her lungs when put in a carseat, for safety you should ride in the back seat with your baby. If you're not using a carseat, you should bring extra pillows to support your baby on your lap so it wouldn't be too tiring for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;If possible, bring a friend or caregiver with you so you can take turns carrying the baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Try to stop every 2 hours to straighten your legs and take a breath of fresh air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Prepare a bag filled with baby necessities such as : a couple of baby diapers, baby wipes, change of clothes for the baby, small baby toys, baby toiletry such as : eucalyptus oil, lotion, cologne, small washcloth, if you're formula feeding bring 2 or 3 bottles, with its brush and soap to clean it, the milk in a small container, hot water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;For you and your partner, you should bring a couple of snacks and plenty of fluid (especially mineral water), just in case you get hungry and there's no place to eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Bring a CD with you and your baby's favorite songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Babies are real suckers for motion, so usually they fall right asleep when your car starts moving, if they do, you should get some sleep too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;If your baby decides not to sleep, then you should prepare a couple of books, toys, or iPad filled with favorite songs and videos to cheer your baby up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;If your baby is more than 6 months, then you'll have to prepare for her meals. If its not a big issue for you, instant baby food would be very convenient, coz all you have to do is pour in hot water. Buy the ones in sachets so its easier to bring and you don't have to keep any remains.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;If your committed to give your baby fresh foods, then you can prepare her meal (like soup, porridge, puree or so) before you leave, put it in a couple of separate containers (each for one meal), and it could probably last for 6-7 hours without turning bad. When you stop to eat in a restaurant, buy some fresh cut fruits for your baby's snacks on the road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;In every stop you make, wash all the baby's bottles and dishes. And don't forget to change the baby's diapers..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Well I guess those are the tips I can give you, have a nice trip and drive safely ;)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/35420038-5994371172944884199?l=mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/5994371172944884199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420038&amp;postID=5994371172944884199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/5994371172944884199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/5994371172944884199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/travelling-with-baby-roadtrip.html' title='Travelling with A Baby (Roadtrip)'/><author><name>Dyta Sitompul</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100241635245584747382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O6zwwAo1WJ4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/PabLj_iXjFc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SkZak2qScfA/Tw5Htwn_LMI/AAAAAAAAAWk/BFYx3PtjLAE/s72-c/IMG-20111109-03194.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420038.post-6803413968986564529</id><published>2012-01-11T22:28:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T14:08:18.612+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travelling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culinary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Travelling</title><content type='html'>I love travelling.. Since I was little my family always had a family vacation every year, just the four of us. One of a must to do in our family.. Just to relax, refresh and catch up with each other..:). Didn't have to be anyplace to luxurious, as long as it's somewhere out of town..&amp;nbsp;Luckily my hubby has the same hobby as I do, so I can do my hobby with my little family..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love experiencing new places, with their different cultures, explore new local culinary, enjoying n relaxing the view and scenery..hhmmm.. 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Well, these are a couple of pictures of me traveling with my hubby and family..:D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/-UkVshVuFQDU/Tw2j-A52RMI/AAAAAAAAAT8/SQ6Mc3-xHk8/s1600/IMG-20110827-02414.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UkVshVuFQDU/Tw2j-A52RMI/AAAAAAAAAT8/SQ6Mc3-xHk8/s200/IMG-20110827-02414.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lnx_MgfAOEA/Tw2j9N2wUAI/AAAAAAAAATw/1tNn3cUgves/s1600/IMG_0082.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lnx_MgfAOEA/Tw2j9N2wUAI/AAAAAAAAATw/1tNn3cUgves/s200/IMG_0082.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wh6P53Ph_W8/Tw2j_vj_imI/AAAAAAAAAUE/LlWv1obG9G0/s1600/IMG-20110827-02417.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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It's also usually followed by the cut or shaving the baby's hair. The rule is for baby girls it's 1 lamb, and for baby boys it 2 lambs. The purpose of aqiqah is a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555544; line-height: 18px;"&gt;nnouncing the blessing of Allah with the birth of a baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The ideal time of aqiqah is the seventh day after birth, but some beliefs are it could be on the seventh, fourteenth and so on. Kia's aqiqah was on the seventh, 18 November 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/-xu3trKT4nfc/Tw2WacyCXJI/AAAAAAAAAQU/gSNOKo44WmA/s1600/DSC00942.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xu3trKT4nfc/Tw2WacyCXJI/AAAAAAAAAQU/gSNOKo44WmA/s320/DSC00942.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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Me getting ready for the ceremony..;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VX_FQyM5peo/Tw2V-VFG-jI/AAAAAAAAAQM/NZroZOnAqzM/s1600/DSC00944.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VX_FQyM5peo/Tw2V-VFG-jI/AAAAAAAAAQM/NZroZOnAqzM/s320/DSC00944.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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Baby Kia 7 days old..:D&lt;/span&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_KU1dcqz06w/Tw2Wf0ODNXI/AAAAAAAAAQc/5lILlkE8Gz4/s1600/DSC00946.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_KU1dcqz06w/Tw2Wf0ODNXI/AAAAAAAAAQc/5lILlkE8Gz4/s320/DSC00946.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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: x-small;"&gt;We also invited some foster kids, for their blessings..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yHv5NXq-sCs/Tw2WstbuWnI/AAAAAAAAAQs/UmoElm_dTFY/s1600/DSC00965.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yHv5NXq-sCs/Tw2WstbuWnI/AAAAAAAAAQs/UmoElm_dTFY/s320/DSC00965.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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Angku and Datuk was there :D!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Li6ZDjQuIu8/Tw2W2eTArpI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/_oKv2X5JhiY/s1600/DSC00991.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Li6ZDjQuIu8/Tw2W2eTArpI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/_oKv2X5JhiY/s320/DSC00991.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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Me, hubby and Baby K&lt;/span&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;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSomtDed9HU/Tw2W86N4E1I/AAAAAAAAARE/wEPohl4h2Oo/s1600/DSC00994.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KSomtDed9HU/Tw2W86N4E1I/AAAAAAAAARE/wEPohl4h2Oo/s320/DSC00994.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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Datuk Cutting Kia's Hair&lt;/span&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;br /&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/-CSEXfIPCByQ/Tw2XCtxJYtI/AAAAAAAAARM/nXoMiI-GY6E/s1600/DSC00995.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CSEXfIPCByQ/Tw2XCtxJYtI/AAAAAAAAARM/nXoMiI-GY6E/s320/DSC00995.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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Angku Cutting Kia's Hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/-ighERTRbuDQ/Tw2X-gv2rxI/AAAAAAAAARU/7HazyOkBOuQ/s1600/DSC00950.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ighERTRbuDQ/Tw2X-gv2rxI/AAAAAAAAARU/7HazyOkBOuQ/s320/DSC00950.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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;The cakes!&lt;/span&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/--D6XCt-n-N4/Tw2YIrN9g1I/AAAAAAAAARc/p5r8kccp82w/s1600/DSC00952.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--D6XCt-n-N4/Tw2YIrN9g1I/AAAAAAAAARc/p5r8kccp82w/s320/DSC00952.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;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;The Catering from Resto Sederhana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Location : My House, Prabumulih&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Time &amp;amp; Date : 7.00 pm, 18.11.2010&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/35420038-1969869781354291076?l=mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/1969869781354291076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420038&amp;postID=1969869781354291076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/1969869781354291076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/1969869781354291076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/tazkias-aqiqah-ceremony.html' title='TAZKIA&apos;S AQIQAH CEREMONY'/><author><name>Dyta Sitompul</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100241635245584747382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O6zwwAo1WJ4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/PabLj_iXjFc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xu3trKT4nfc/Tw2WacyCXJI/AAAAAAAAAQU/gSNOKo44WmA/s72-c/DSC00942.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420038.post-7143597204968465263</id><published>2012-01-10T22:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T21:40:20.531+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='labour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth preparation'/><title type='text'>THE BIRTH OF TAZKIA AISHA PRADYTA 11.11.10 (part 1-preparation)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'd like to share my experience of giving birth for all you mommies and mommies to be..:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;After about 8 months carrying Kia everywhere with me in my belly, it was time to get ready for her birth. My first plan was to take a leave only a couple days before my due so that i could have more time with the baby, but unfortunately at 32 weeks i had a contraction which led to me being hospitalized for 4 days. So my doctor said that I shouldn't take any risk, and take an early leave so I could bed rest at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sooo.. for me being lazy and all, all I did was just sleep, watch tv, cook, waiting for my dear hubby to come home from work. Mom always called to check on me and insisted me to start packing for the birth, but then again i was to lazy to start..haha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;In the end, i did finally start packing, and these are the birth preparations i made :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;For my newborn baby :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baby clothes (incl. socks, baby gloves, hats)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bedongan (i don't know what its called in english, i'll check on that later)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baby blankets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baby toiletries (shampoo, soap, cologne, eucalyptus oil, lotion, hair lotion, no need of baby powder, its not good for your baby's lungs)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cloth diapers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Diapers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wet tissues&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baby towel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baby lampin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;For me :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Change of clothes (preferably shirts with buttons on the front)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Toiletries&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Underwear&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Towel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gurita (some kind of corset to make my flabby belly flat again)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sarong&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Breastpump for pumping breastmilk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Menstrual pads (buy the ones for after giving birth)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make-up (a must! coz u'll be receiving guests and you wouldn't want to look like a train wreck-trust me)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hairbrush&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Phone charger&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Copy of ID, Marriage certificate for making a birth certificate at the hospital&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;All these are packed in one big suitcase, so in case of an emergency birth, all i need is to take away this suitcase..:).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The packing actually took a few minutes, so after packing, the wait continued..haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420038-7143597204968465263?l=mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/7143597204968465263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420038&amp;postID=7143597204968465263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/7143597204968465263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/7143597204968465263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/birth-of-tazkia-aisha-pradyta-111110.html' title='THE BIRTH OF TAZKIA AISHA PRADYTA 11.11.10 (part 1-preparation)'/><author><name>Dyta Sitompul</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100241635245584747382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O6zwwAo1WJ4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/PabLj_iXjFc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420038.post-851604524818770580</id><published>2012-01-10T15:11:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T21:59:03.179+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='labour'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;THE BIRTH OF TAZKIA AISHA PRADYTA&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-size: 180%;"&gt;11.11.10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 130%;"&gt; (PART 2-BIRTH)&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-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;My hubby's work required him to occasionally meet clients out of town. I already alarmed him to not go out of town after my 8 months of pregnancy. But on the 36 week, my hubby had a training at Bandung, so he had to leave, coz it was a mandatory training and couldn't be replaced. The next day after he went, I got brownish discharge and thought that i was gonna be in labour soon. Being alone by myself, I panicked called everyone, and the all rushed to come to Prabumulih, that includes my hubby, my mom and my father inlaw.. All to a result that it was a false alarm. Oops.. sorry everyone! Haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Because it's a long journey from Medan to Prabumulih, mom decided to stay until my birth.. But..day after day, walk after walk (my mom insisted me to take long walks every afternoon..phew!), there were no signs of labour again. So mom decided to go back to Medan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Again, at the 39th week, my hubby had to go to Tanjung Enim (about 4 hours ride from Prabumulih) to meet a very important client with his boss. The nite before, I had a very thick brownish discharge with a little hint of blood, told hubby but he said it was nothing, and not to worry. So okay, I went back to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color: #0000ee; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696014438529561138" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XQJE-K91rjQ/TwxO8_wM8jI/AAAAAAAAAP4/tjGnWAecNw0/s320/IMG_0042.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color: #0000ee;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Kia right after birth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color: #0000ee;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 85%;"&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="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color: #0000ee;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&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-size: 100%;"&gt;So in the morning after my husband left, I instructed the painters in my house (my house was being renovated at the time) to finish up quickly, coz I might be giving birth soon. After talking to the painters, I went back to my room to take a morning nap.. Suddenly, I felt something wet in my pants and I couldnt hold it.. Oh My God! My water broke! Checked the clock it was 9.30 am.. But, the funny thing is, I didn't panic, I just called my hubby, called my mom, then went to the shower, dried my hair and then finish up packing a lil' bit..haha.. It's because I didn't feel any contraction so I was so relaxed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Finally my hubby's co-worker (&lt;i&gt;mas hendri&lt;/i&gt;-thanks so much you're a life saver!) came to take me to the hospital, along with an intern at my hubby's office, so that she could accompany me before my hubby came (thank you too &lt;i&gt;intern at hubby's office&lt;/i&gt;! sorry I forgot your name, but i'll never forget your help!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;When I arrived at the hospital at 10 am (actually the hospital was right behind my house, hehe..), I check in the ER, they checked on me, made me sign some papers i didn't even read, then took me to the delivery room. There was no doctor yet only a midwife to check on me. So, she checked my dilation, it was only 1 with no contraction. So she called my doctor and the doctor said that I should get an induction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;So still alone with the intern, i got the induction through the iv i got. Not long after that..ugh, the pain came along.. woww.. yep, i had to deal with the pain till my hubby came with only an intern and a couple of junior nurses (good thing they were all nice and very patient with me). The nurses all encouraged me to hang in there, just remember that soon i'll have a beautiful baby in my arms..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;At 11.30 am, which seemed forever, my hubby finally came with his boss, just to make things worse..haha.. all i remembered was  that he tried to cheer me up by making jokes, giving me a back rub, but what could be funny when you have a baby kicking your tummy trying to get out? (sorry dear hubby, i still love you always..:*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Anyway, at 5.30 pm (yup, 6,5 hours of contraction!), the midwife checked my dilation again but it only opened to 2, so the doctor gave me another kind of induction.. and you know what?! it was 100x more powerful than the first one! wow i can't even describe the excruciating pain, all i remember was i kept on holding tight the railings of my bed to keep the pain (after giving birth i realized that i had marks on my hand becoz of it). I'm actually known as a person who can tolerate pain, but surprise2.. i even kept screaming to ease the pain.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;At 7.15 pm, the midwife check my dilation again, and tada! it was complete! yay! let's get this done with.. but, no no.. i had to wait for my doctor to come..oh no! Luckily, Prabumulih is a small city where everybody lives close by, so in 15 minutes, the doctor was there, and at 7.30 pm the labour started. I didn't join any classes, nor did i read about how to give birth, i thought it was a natural thing, so didn't really care. Turns out that there's really a technique in giving birth, so i was learning buy doing (the nurses taught me how to position my arms and legs). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;As I said before, there was only the two of us, my hubby and i, mom was still in the way to Prabu, so we had to do this by ourselves, i didn't really mind at all, all i wanted was to get this baby out! haha.. so, as the instructions from the doctor, i started pushing, don't really know what i was pushing, LOL.. but the doctor said i was doing good, so i continued what i was doing.. only three pushes and the baby was out! wow the most wonderful feeling i've ever had..:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color: #0000ee; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696014438666147410" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NoraG1En4Jw/TwxO9AQxFlI/AAAAAAAAAQI/7XZlJ5mfqo8/s320/IMG_0048.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color: #0000ee;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Hubby first time holding Kia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color: #0000ee;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&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-size: 100%;"&gt;Kia was soon cleaned, wrapped and put in my chest to have an IMD-Inisiasi Menyusui Dini (dunno how to say it in english), after 45 minutes, Kia succeeded in find her first meal..;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;So, that's the story of Kia's birth. 11.11.10, at 7.45 pm... Hope I didn't bore you :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420038-851604524818770580?l=mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/851604524818770580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420038&amp;postID=851604524818770580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/851604524818770580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/851604524818770580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/birth-of-tazkia-aisha-pradyta-11.html' title=''/><author><name>Dyta Sitompul</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100241635245584747382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O6zwwAo1WJ4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/PabLj_iXjFc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XQJE-K91rjQ/TwxO8_wM8jI/AAAAAAAAAP4/tjGnWAecNw0/s72-c/IMG_0042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420038.post-8326698837011462343</id><published>2012-01-10T09:41:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T22:04:14.343+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>MY PREGNANCY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bfyxHw3r-MA/TwweFi2ekYI/AAAAAAAAAPs/clTY0Fq8c1M/s1600/IMG_0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GTusTs1Eayk/TwweFfEZM1I/AAAAAAAAAPg/xpofOw-T06Q/s1600/DSC00898.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;Kia - Tazkia's nickname - was conceived around February, so she was due around the 18th of November. During the pregnancy i didn't experience any heavy nausea, probably in the first trimester, but nothing too much i can't handle, so i still worked at the office as usual (oh yeah, til 6 months of pregnancy i still lived alone in Prabumulih, coz my hubby worked in Medan).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;The only cravings I had was guavas and 'pempek kampung' which was easily found in Prabumulih. I thought, oh, this must be a nice baby, doesn't want to burden mama too much..:).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color: #0000ee; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695960708304941906" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GTusTs1Eayk/TwweFfEZM1I/AAAAAAAAAPg/xpofOw-T06Q/s320/DSC00898.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color: #0000ee;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; hubby at Parents house in Medan for Idul Adha (7 months pregnant)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;During the pregnancy, I had a few pregnancy scares,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;First one was at my second pregnancy check to the doctor, which i was diagnosed with a cyst (kista in bahasa). The doctor said that if it got bigger, she'll have to &lt;strike&gt;cut it out&lt;/strike&gt; operate it in my four months pregnancy..*cry*.. but, Alhamdulillah, after praying day and night, the cyst magical disappeared at my four month checkup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;The second scare was at the 4 mo checkup, which although the cyst was gone, the doctor predicted that my baby's head was to large and suspected her of being &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hydrocephalus"&gt;hydrocephalus&lt;/a&gt;... *crying even harder*.. so she had me to check the baby to a more specialist doctor at Palembang and having my blood checked too.. And the result of bloodcheck was... I was positive a&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thalassemia"&gt; thallasemia&lt;/a&gt; carrier.. *pass out*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;So, the third scare was beside of the suspicion of having a hydrocephalus baby, the doctors were suspicious of me having a thallasemi baby, which if were born, would have to receive a blood transfusion every month to support her life. I was so devastated but my hubby and I decided that we were gonna keep the baby no matter what. So the only way to find out was to go to RSCM in Jakarta, which had a Thallasemia Center Laboratorium and also had a specialist in Obgyn. Alhamdulillah, after a long journey and wait, the doctors at RSCM found the result was negative and i was carrying a normal, healthy baby..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;After all the pregnancy scares, I decided not to check up again every month, cause getting a check up would usually lead up to another scare, so i just tried to stay positive and eat healthy for my baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bfyxHw3r-MA/TwweFi2ekYI/AAAAAAAAAPs/clTY0Fq8c1M/s1600/IMG_0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695960709320315266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bfyxHw3r-MA/TwweFi2ekYI/AAAAAAAAAPs/clTY0Fq8c1M/s320/IMG_0032.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 214px;" /&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="color: #3333ff; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Me in my front yard (8,5 months pregnant)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Overall, i had a pretty much happy pregnancy, didn't gain much weight at all.. All the weight seemed to go straight to the baby, so I looked like a lady carrying a big ball in her tummy..haha.. Till 9 mod of pregnancy, i gained only 9 kg..:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420038-8326698837011462343?l=mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/8326698837011462343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420038&amp;postID=8326698837011462343' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/8326698837011462343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/8326698837011462343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-pregnancy-kia-tazkias-nickname-was.html' title='MY PREGNANCY'/><author><name>Dyta Sitompul</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100241635245584747382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O6zwwAo1WJ4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/PabLj_iXjFc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GTusTs1Eayk/TwweFfEZM1I/AAAAAAAAAPg/xpofOw-T06Q/s72-c/DSC00898.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420038.post-1626697937081429861</id><published>2012-01-09T21:57:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T09:39:40.733+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u_r8silOjHo/TwuguRb7Y7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/peEUBDnw2VE/s1600/IMG-20111109-03227.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;RECAP OF MY LIFE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Woww.. my blog is totally out of date..:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well if you were following my blog before, you'd probably know i'm married to Garing.. We now have a 14 mos baby named Tazkia-the best gift ever given to me :). I still live in Prabumulih, but now my hubby and I live toghter here, since he got promoted and transfered here when i was 6 mos preggers with Kia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L4leEB-Acpk/TwudkQeij_I/AAAAAAAAAO4/2iblzZ0EnvY/s200/IMG_6716a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695819399964037106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:85%;color:#0000ee;"&gt;Our Wedding 14.11.2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u_r8silOjHo/TwuguRb7Y7I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/peEUBDnw2VE/s320/IMG-20111109-03227.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695822870555091890" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My happy lil' family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So here I am, living in Prabumulih, starting a new little family... Bismillah..:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420038-1626697937081429861?l=mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/1626697937081429861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420038&amp;postID=1626697937081429861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/1626697937081429861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/1626697937081429861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/2012/01/woww.html' title=''/><author><name>Dyta Sitompul</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100241635245584747382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O6zwwAo1WJ4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/PabLj_iXjFc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L4leEB-Acpk/TwudkQeij_I/AAAAAAAAAO4/2iblzZ0EnvY/s72-c/IMG_6716a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420038.post-5918888173675692712</id><published>2010-02-10T12:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T13:05:52.031+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi everyone! Weww.. it's been some time since i last post.. Lot's of things to tell, but so little time..&lt;br /&gt;Well here's the recap :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I finished my internship @ PT. Pertamina on November, and now i'm officially an employee @ PT. Pertamina Drilling Services Indonesia. Finally... *deep sigh&lt;br /&gt;2. I got married ! (i'll probably share the details in another post if i have the time)&lt;br /&gt;3. Due to my new job, i now live in Prabumulih, South Sumatera province. A small town with tons of oil &amp; gas underneath us.. (which explains the verrrry hot weather -eventhough it's the rainy season now-)&lt;br /&gt;4. because my husband still works in Medan, we're currently living apart &amp; that makes things a little tough for me, but i'm trying to hang in there (please pray for me so that my husband can soon move to prabumulih with me)&lt;br /&gt;5. I live alone in a huge house provided by the company (i'll give u the pictures later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, that's about it, the major things that happened to me these past months.. Ok, gotta go, my boss is calling me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420038-5918888173675692712?l=mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/5918888173675692712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420038&amp;postID=5918888173675692712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/5918888173675692712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/5918888173675692712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/2010/02/hi-everyone-weww.html' title=''/><author><name>Dyta Sitompul</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100241635245584747382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O6zwwAo1WJ4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/PabLj_iXjFc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420038.post-1797850703097093794</id><published>2009-10-30T20:38:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T20:48:40.075+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;Just wonderin'.. Til this moment, there are about 70 hits on my counter, but nobody seems to comment any of my postings.. Why?? Why!!! Hehe.. Is it becoz they dont understand?? Is it becoz my postings are boring??  Hhmm..&lt;/span&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/35420038-1797850703097093794?l=mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/1797850703097093794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420038&amp;postID=1797850703097093794' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/1797850703097093794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/1797850703097093794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-wonderin.html' title=''/><author><name>Dyta Sitompul</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100241635245584747382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O6zwwAo1WJ4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/PabLj_iXjFc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420038.post-7029648921910241614</id><published>2009-10-14T14:33:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T08:31:45.046+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*indonesian version # 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TGg01m_1oiw/StWDS1J24pI/AAAAAAAAAJA/UCvunUWWzRA/s1600-h/IMG_0589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TGg01m_1oiw/StWDS1J24pI/AAAAAAAAAJA/UCvunUWWzRA/s200/IMG_0589.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392360488375345810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ini cerita tentang hubungan antara kata2 dengan otak ngeres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ceritanya berawal dari bosku yang baru pulang dinas dr LN &amp;amp; membawakan kami oleh2 coklat. coklatnya berbentuk bulet, &lt;em&gt;milk chocolate &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yang berisi kacang almond dan dilapisi dengan bubuk dark chocolate, sehingga kalau di jilat, rasanya pahit. rasa pahitnya langsung hilang kalo kita makan sekaligus satu butir. jadi kalo mau dimakan, jangan dites2 dulu dengan dijilat, tp langsung masuk bulet2 ke mulut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nah, tadi pagi temen2ku pada dateng ke kubikelku (yang ngga tau kenapa,pasti selalu penuh dengan makanan) untuk mencari cemilan. ak tawarin deh coklat itu. yang pertama dateng itu robby dan (sebut saja) indra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;robby : eh, bagi cemilan dong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ak : nih, ada coklat makan aja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;robby : (dengan menjilat/mengisap dulu--&gt;knapa sih orang pny kebiasaan menjilat coklat?).. ih, kok pahit coklatnya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ak : ga pait rob, itu luarnya aja. coba deh, lsg makan, pasti enak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;rob : (lsg makan). oia, enak ya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lalu dateng lah daddy aldi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;robby : di, cobain nih, coklatnya sih dyta. (sambil ketawa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;karena robby pake acara ketawa, si aldi jadi ragu utk mencobanya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aldi : ini apaan sih dyt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ak : itu coklat dad! (kami memanggilnya daddy krn dia pny sifat kebapakan..hoho)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aldi : oh, ya sudah. ak coba kalo gitu..(memulai menjilat/mengisap coklatnya)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ak : &lt;em&gt;eh! jangan diisep, langsung dimasukin aja!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tiba2, ga ada angin, ga ada ujan.. si indra ketawa terbahak2!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ak : knapa kau ndra?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;indra :ak ga nyangka kau ngomong kaya' gitu dyt..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ak : lah emang knapa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tp mukanya lsg bersemu merah kaya tomat. setelah beberapa lama ak baru menyadari kalo ada arti lain dr kata2ku tadi, yg hanya bisa terpikir oleh orang yg punya otak ngeres.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dasar kau ndra!! pikiranmu itu..ckckck.. cepatlah kau married!! hihihi..;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420038-7029648921910241614?l=mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/7029648921910241614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420038&amp;postID=7029648921910241614' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/7029648921910241614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/7029648921910241614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/2009/10/indonesian-version-part-3-ini-cerita.html' title=''/><author><name>Dyta Sitompul</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100241635245584747382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O6zwwAo1WJ4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/PabLj_iXjFc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TGg01m_1oiw/StWDS1J24pI/AAAAAAAAAJA/UCvunUWWzRA/s72-c/IMG_0589.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420038.post-411928298610525414</id><published>2009-10-07T19:25:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T08:36:29.497+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HEADACHE &amp;amp; MIGRAINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;these last few days i've been having headaches. i mean very severe headaches that causes my head pounding, dizzyness, nausea and my world seems to spin. no, it's not a migraine, i know what i migraine is, coz i've had migraines a couple of times. people often mixed headaches with migraines, they say they have a migraine eventhough it's really a painful headache. well, to clear things up, here are a couple things u should know about a migraine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Symptom of Migraines #1 – Aura                                                                                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Though only 15-20% of migraine sufferers get an aura, it's one of the clearest signs that you have migraine. Before you get a headache (though the aura may crop up during headache as well) you may get strange symptoms. You may see flashing lights or wavy lines, feel dizzy, or just not feel right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Symptom of Migraines #2 – Where's the pain (and when is it leaving)??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You may have heard that a symptom of migraines is pain on one side of the head. This is a common (not universal) symptom, but could also indicate a cluster headache or even (though rarely) a tension headache. Migraine pain is usually quite severe, but a tension headache is usually just a dull ache. Read more about tension headache symptoms. The pain usually lasts 1-3 hours (less in children) to 3 days (though rarely that long). Migraines may attack 1-4x per month (though in some people 10 or more times) or only 2 or 3 times over an entire lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;Another type of pain migraineurs deal with is called allodynia, which is a sensitivity to touch, on the scalp or arms. Read more about allodynia. &lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, pain is one possible symptom of migraine. Yes, most people with migraines have pain, but some people get migraines with no pain at all (silent migraine - often eye migraine). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Symptom of Migraines #3 – Nausea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nausea and vomiting are among the most dreaded symptoms. Vomiting may be a sign that your headache is almost over, or that it's just starting. It can sometimes be so severe that it happens over and over in cycles and may cause dehydration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Symptom of Migraines #4 – Low tolerance for . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Light, odours, or noises. It is very typical of migraineurs that they will need to go and lie down in a dark, quiet room. If this sounds like you, you likely have migraine as opposed to cluster headaches, where the sufferer may want to walk around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Symptom of Migraines #5 – Behavioural Changes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You may be irritable not just because of your pain, but because of the way migraine effects your brain (but don't use that as an excuse to yell at your spouse!). Other changes may include: becoming more passive, lower mental ability, restlessness, confusion. You may also have extra energy and euphoria, or even increased creativity! (Don't you wish you could choose your symptoms?!) At the worst, migraine sufferers feel like they're losing control, going crazy, and may even feel suicidal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i still remember the first time i had a migrain. it was in my second grade of middle school. i suddenly had this cold feeling coming through my spine, i then saw flashing lights formed like waves, my vision was like a broken television.i guess that was the 'aura' said in point #1. and then the dizzyness came and i became all sweaty. i didn't really know what was happening to me, i just couldn't stand even the slightest light and the softest sound, it made my head hurt really bad. i remember throwing up in the bathroom, nothing but a yellowish foam came out of my mouth. so i ended up calling home to pick me up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i didn't really know what was wrong with me back then. i figured out that it was the symptoms of a migraine when i was in college! since that day, i've only had a migraine about 5-6 times, the last two times was when i was announced that i was accepted for my first job, and when i came home from umroh. since then, i haven't had a migraine yet (&amp;amp; hopefully wont get it again). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;trust me, you really dont wanna have a migraine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so, i know that my headaches i'm experiecing now aren't migraines.. cause i dont experienced that 'aura' (see symptoms #1) u get when ur gonna have a migraine. i only have this severe headache, beginning from the top of my head, and ending to the back of my neck. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;hhmm..so what should be my problem now? some of my friends say that it's stress due to my wedding next month, but i dont feel any worry, let alone any stress!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;this morning, my brother &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://yoma.wordpress.com/"&gt;yoma&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; said to me that i shouldn't worry, he told me a Hadis Shahih from Al-Bukhari which said : Narrated Abu Sa'id Al-Khudri and Abu Huraira: The Prophet said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;No fatigue, nor disease, nor sorrow, nor sadness, nor hurt, nor distress befalls a Muslim, even if it were the prick he receives from a thorn, but that Allah expiates some of his sins for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;well, Aamiin to that..!! Thanks mas yoma..=)!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;source : www.relieve-migraine-headache.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420038-411928298610525414?l=mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/411928298610525414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420038&amp;postID=411928298610525414' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/411928298610525414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/411928298610525414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/2009/10/headache-migraine-these-last-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Dyta Sitompul</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100241635245584747382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O6zwwAo1WJ4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/PabLj_iXjFc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420038.post-6417296274732875002</id><published>2009-10-05T07:18:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T13:37:49.586+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;vote Komodo Island to be the next 7 wonders of the world!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 126px; height: 84px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TGg01m_1oiw/SsmT-rbXu4I/AAAAAAAAAIw/Kuv_bH1VepQ/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389001134144207746" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;guys!! click &lt;a href="http://www.vote7.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; , go to the New7Wonders to vote for Komodo island to be in the next 7 wonders of the world!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;vote vote vote!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hurry up! we're already in the finals, but currently in bottom four..=(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;if u really call urself a proud indonesian, u should vote!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420038-6417296274732875002?l=mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/6417296274732875002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420038&amp;postID=6417296274732875002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/6417296274732875002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/6417296274732875002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/2009/10/vote-komodo-island-to-be-next-7-wonders.html' title=''/><author><name>Dyta Sitompul</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100241635245584747382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O6zwwAo1WJ4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/PabLj_iXjFc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TGg01m_1oiw/SsmT-rbXu4I/AAAAAAAAAIw/Kuv_bH1VepQ/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420038.post-1145225521273157172</id><published>2009-10-04T22:10:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T23:40:25.662+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;does SIZE really matter??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;a couple of weeks ago, Garing &amp;amp; I went out to Senayan City to go shopping for our wedding preparations.. (yes, it's getting close guys!). after about an hour of wandering around, i finally spotted it.. it was a famous lingerie shop = La Senza.. and the windows wrote =The Biggest Sale Everr!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me : yang!! look! La Senza is having it's biggest sale ever!! come on buy me something for our honeymoon!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;garing : ok, let's go inside and check it out..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me : yay!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;so we went in, and searched for the perfect piece..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me : yang, which one should i get? how about this one (pointing at a little red one), or this one? (a white one) or maybe this one (a black one)??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;garing : how about this one? (he pointed at a gorgeuous baby pink bustier), this one looks pretty nice..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me : oh thats gorgeuous!! ok, i'll try it on first..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i asked the saleswoman to give me the smallest size, and she gave me an S. then i went to the fitting room..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;..a couple of minutes later i went out, gave the piece back to the saleswoman and headed straight back to Garing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;garing : (looking at my puppy face) what's wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me : i dont wanna buy it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;garing : why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me : *hesitating for a while*... (whispering) it doesn't fit..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;garing: what? which part doesnt fit??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me : ughh.. do have to ask?? the cup doesnt fit!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;garing : but thats already an S??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me : aaaaarrrrggghhh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;garing : huahahahaa... just try another one..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me : no. lets get out of here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;garing : (says nothing.. but just smiles, hugs me and pats me on the head)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;what does that mean?? does size really matter to him (or all men?)..? is that a sarcastic smile, a dissapointed smile or what?? hhhmm.. i'll just have to wait and see next month..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*hey guys out there in the world!! what's your opinion? do you think size really matter??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420038-1145225521273157172?l=mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/1145225521273157172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420038&amp;postID=1145225521273157172' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/1145225521273157172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/1145225521273157172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/2009/10/does-size-really-matter-couple-of-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>Dyta Sitompul</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100241635245584747382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O6zwwAo1WJ4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/PabLj_iXjFc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420038.post-7265655427161003199</id><published>2009-09-16T08:44:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T08:32:02.718+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;*&lt;em&gt;indonesian version # 2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;While You Were Talking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;ak punya kebiasaan buruk.. i like to fall asleep during a phone call! yup, ini sering terjadi padaku dan semakin menjadi belakangan ini.. jadi me &amp;amp; my BF (garing) punya kebiasaan untuk telponan sebelum tidur.. nah, disitulah ak sering tertidur bahkan ampe mimpi segala..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TGg01m_1oiw/SrBOMMV9qoI/AAAAAAAAAIg/w9wDEXTBQcQ/s200/100_0195.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381887526086486658" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;berikut beberapa kejadian yang memiriskan itu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;kejadian 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;garing : yang, steve jobs itu keren bgt loh yang..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me : oia? kerennya dmn yang?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;garing : iya, dia itu ide2nya brilian.. &lt;em&gt;bla..bla..bla..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me : ...*&lt;em&gt;silent&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;garing : gitu yang.....halo? halo yang? halo??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kriiiiiiiiiiinggg!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;tiba2 ak kaget, terlompat dari di tempat tidur.. ternyata ak tertidur,&amp;amp; tadi setelah si garing memanggil2ku beberapa kali &amp;amp; ga ada sahutan, dia mematikan telponnya &amp;amp; menelponku kembali utk membangunkanku.. hhhmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;k&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ejadian 2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me : yang, beda iphone 3G sama 3Gs apa sih yang?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;garing : yang 3Gs kan dah ada videonya yang..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me : oo gitu, trus apalagi yang?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;garing : ya ga banyak.. palingan OSnya, tp OS km kan dah ak upgrade-in kmrn, jd dah sama aja ama OS 3Gs.. selain itu, .&lt;em&gt;..bla..bla..bla...&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me : ...*&lt;em&gt;silent&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;garing : &lt;em&gt;bla..bla..bla..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me : yang, dah slesai km masaknya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;garing : huh? km ngomong apa sih yang?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me : huh? *&lt;em&gt;menyadari bahwa ak tertidur&amp;amp;mimpi si garing lg masak&lt;/em&gt;*... ak ga ngomong apa2 kok..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;garing : km mimpi lg ya yang?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me : ngga kok!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;garing : *&lt;em&gt;sigh&lt;/em&gt;* yaudah, km tidur aja gih sana..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;huhu.. maaf ya yang, krn ak sering fall asleep while you were talking...='(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420038-7265655427161003199?l=mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/7265655427161003199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420038&amp;postID=7265655427161003199' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/7265655427161003199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/7265655427161003199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/2009/09/indonesian-version-part-2-while-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Dyta Sitompul</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100241635245584747382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O6zwwAo1WJ4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/PabLj_iXjFc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TGg01m_1oiw/SrBOMMV9qoI/AAAAAAAAAIg/w9wDEXTBQcQ/s72-c/100_0195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420038.post-953833413911133591</id><published>2009-09-15T09:36:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T10:17:17.509+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;*&lt;em&gt;indonesian version &lt;/em&gt;(lagi males berbahasa inggris..hihihi)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;dulu pernah kerja diperusahaan telekomunikasi.. sebagai account manager.. istilahnya sih keren, ada embel2 managernya, padahal artinya ya marketing juga.. jadi kita tugasnya mengelola (memanage) account2(nasabah2) yang kita miliki.. banyak suka-dukanya sih kerja di perusahaan telekomunikasi ini, salah satunya kita dituntut harus update segala macam hal ttg teknologi telekomunikasi, baik mulai dari telepon rumah, GSM &amp;amp; CDMA technology, internet, maupun secure network seperti VPN atau frame relay... bebeubeuh...apaan tuh? sempet kerepotan sih awalnya (sampe terakhir jg masih bingung sih ttg VPN &amp;amp; frame relay itu..hihi), tp lama2 terbiasa juga..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;berikut salah satu kisah bodohku sebagai marketing :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tempat&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kantor klienku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Kejadian &lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;visiting klien sekalian nawarin produk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Kronologi&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;: halo pak.. pa kabar nih??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;klien X&lt;/span&gt; : oh, baik baik.. gmn mba dyta, dah lama ya ga maen kesini..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; : hehe, iya pak lg byk orderan nih, jd baru sempet maen kesini skrg.. sori ya pak..hehe.. (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pdhl orderan jg ga byk2 amat, dasar males aja jualan..hoho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;setelah berbasa-basi selama +/- 10 menit, akhirnya si bapak nanya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;klien X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; : jd gmn, apa produk terbaru kalian??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; : (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aha! kebetulan sekali!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;) oh ini pak... kita punya layanan CDMA terbaru pak, ada paket ini..bla..bla..bla.. cobain dong pak.. saya jg ga pake loh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;klien X &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;: ah, kalo CDMA pasti jelek, suka putus2..ga kaya GSM..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; : ngga dong pak, itukan dulu, skrg jaringan CDMA kita dah disempurnain, dah ga pernah call drop lg..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kriiiinggg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...!! (tiba2 hp CDMAku berbunyi..--&gt; bunyinya kok kring sih dyt?jadul bgt..hoho..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; : (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh, ternyata klienku, pak A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;) sebentar ya Pak, saya terima dulu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;klien X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; : oh, silahkan silahkan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; : *menerima telepon*.. selamat siang pak A.. pa kabar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pak A : siang mba Dyta... mba, saya mau nanya... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tuut..tut..tuuuuuttt..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(oh my god! teleponnya call drop! padahal baru aja ak promosiin kalo CDMAnya ga pernah call drop lg.. gmn dong?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;akhirnya dengan bodohnya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; : oh, tentang pemasangan telepon kantor bapak ya.. oh, udah beres pak.. siang ini bakal kita install.. ok pak.. iya, makasi.. iya, sama2 pak.. selamat siang..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ak ngomong sendiri kaya orang gila, untungnya aktingku lumayan, jadi si klien X keliatannya percaya2 aja tuh..hihihi..(untungnya jg, ga ada telepon masuk lg)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alhamdulillah, setelah itu ak berhasil menjual 1 buah CDMA ama si klien X.. makasi pak X..=), maaf telah mengelabuimu dengan aktingku yang ciamik..hihihi..;))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*sebagai catatan, produk CDMA kami sekarang dah bener2 sempurna lowh..bener2 ga pernah call drop lagi.. suer deh..^^v!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420038-953833413911133591?l=mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/953833413911133591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420038&amp;postID=953833413911133591' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/953833413911133591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/953833413911133591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/2009/09/indonesian-version-lagi-males-berbahasa.html' title=''/><author><name>Dyta Sitompul</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100241635245584747382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O6zwwAo1WJ4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/PabLj_iXjFc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420038.post-1850006452618686349</id><published>2009-09-15T08:58:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T09:22:54.760+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm Coming Home Mama..=)!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yay! Just 3 more days and i'll be back @ my hometown, Medan.. Cant hardly wait..^^!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Plans when i get back :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Meet my dear Ameera for the first time!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hug &amp;amp; Kiss My Mom &amp;amp; Dad..^^ (oh yeah, my brother too.. miss u dance'!!hihi..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Get a facial (a must!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Take a nap in my own bed (oh beddy, i miss your cozy self!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Meet up with my fav cousins, Getta, Ninon &amp;amp; Sheila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Meet up with my bestfriends (G-11, i miss u guys!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Eat Medan culinary! (duren, kerang rebus, dimsum nelayan, nasi goreng surya, lontong bu seri (with bakwan), sop sipirok, nasi padang garuda/uni emi, martabak gapa, sate padang, tahu isi endang, sate kerang)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Go to cambridge (wanna see how 'cool' it is)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Go to grandma's house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Buy sandals &amp;amp; a matching purse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Fitting my kebaya's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hhmm..what else?? Oh, i'll just think of it on the way.. Medan.. Here i cooommeee...^^!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420038-1850006452618686349?l=mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/1850006452618686349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420038&amp;postID=1850006452618686349' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/1850006452618686349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/1850006452618686349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/2009/09/yay-just-3-more-days-and-ill-be-back-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Dyta Sitompul</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100241635245584747382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O6zwwAo1WJ4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/PabLj_iXjFc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420038.post-5647731234994522331</id><published>2009-09-08T15:08:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T15:15:23.414+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i'm currently listening to.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fall for you by secondhand serenade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;just love the music &amp;amp; lyrics..=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420038-5647731234994522331?l=mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/5647731234994522331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420038&amp;postID=5647731234994522331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/5647731234994522331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/5647731234994522331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-currently-listening-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Dyta Sitompul</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100241635245584747382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O6zwwAo1WJ4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/PabLj_iXjFc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420038.post-2225240994653087525</id><published>2009-09-04T08:23:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T14:34:55.018+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EARTHQUAKE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The second day i arrived in Jakarta, i was 'welcomed' by an earthquake!! Jakarta was hit by an earthquake, which was centralized in Tasikmalaya, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7,6SR&lt;/span&gt;. It was told that about 40 people died in Tasik because of this quake &amp;amp; alot more were injured. My deepest condolesense for the quakes victims &amp;amp; their families. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Here's my story..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It all started when my friends &amp;amp; i were getting ready to go home from the office..(it was about 2.50pm), when suddenly i felt a slight vibration, below me.. than the building started to shake.. At first we were just laughing and walked slowly towards the emergency stairs, but then started to panic when the shaking became stronger &amp;amp; we were stuck in the stairways with everybody in the building.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;But finally, after climbing down &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;15 stories&lt;/span&gt; (with my highheels on!!) we finally reached the ground floor and went outside to the muster point. There really wasnt any muster point, so we just tried to find our other fellow officemates. Fortunately everyone was safe, except Mr. Faried who decided not to go down (dont know the reason why though). That was when we realized that we didn't bring our bags with us. I only got to bring my iPhone, without my wallet &amp;amp; pretty much the same with my friends.. so we had to wait til the situation was safe enough to go back to get our belongings.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After waiting for about half an hour we were allowed to enter the building again, but my friends and i didnt dare to go, so we asked our friends who went to fetch our bags. We finally got our bags and headed home..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;But that was only&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; half&lt;/span&gt; my story that day.. Here's the other half..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So I went home at about 4.30pm, riding the metromini again but unfortunately every metro was so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;crowded&lt;/span&gt;! But because i wanted to get back home in time for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fast breaking&lt;/span&gt;, i decided to ride that crowded metro.. when we were @ gatsu, i suddenly felt &lt;strong&gt;dizzy, nauseaus, &amp;amp; started to sweat heavily&lt;/strong&gt;. i realized that i was starting to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;faint&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (coz i've fainted a lot of times, i know the symptoms..hehe), i started to panic coz there wasnt any room for me to sit down or squat (i was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;standing up&lt;/span&gt; the whole time). so when we reached kuningan, i decided to get off. so i got off, &amp;amp; really started to faint.. there was like a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cold breeze&lt;/span&gt; coming towards me (even though the sun was extremely hot that day) i couldnt think at all &amp;amp; remembered that i just sat there, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;in the side of the road&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/strong&gt;(hahaha, must be a very pathetic site of me!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;dont really remember how long i sat there, but than my vision became normal again. a slight dilemma than came over me, if i ride the metro again, i'd probably faint again, if i fetch a taxi who knows what time i'll get home? the traffic was crazy! (&amp;amp; of course the argo would be as high as hell).. if i walked, it was still a long way home.. i finally decided that i'd walk, hoping that i could find an 'ojek' on the way.. so i started &lt;strong&gt;walking&lt;/strong&gt;.. 10 metres..&lt;strong&gt;no ojek&lt;/strong&gt;.. 20 metres.. &lt;strong&gt;still no ojek..&lt;/strong&gt; 30 metres.. &lt;strong&gt;god, where are all the ojek's??&lt;/strong&gt; i half heartedly continued to &lt;strong&gt;walk&lt;/strong&gt;.. and &lt;strong&gt;walk&lt;/strong&gt;.. and &lt;strong&gt;walk&lt;/strong&gt;.. until i realized that i was in front of my aunt's gate. what? i walked that far??!!! pheeww!! it was all worth it when i came home, just in time for breaking, with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a big glass of ice coconut water&lt;/span&gt;.. thank you Allah for giving me the strength for that day.. Alhamdulillah.. =)!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420038-2225240994653087525?l=mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/2225240994653087525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420038&amp;postID=2225240994653087525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/2225240994653087525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/2225240994653087525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/2009/09/earthquake-second-day-i-arrived-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Dyta Sitompul</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100241635245584747382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O6zwwAo1WJ4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/PabLj_iXjFc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420038.post-8104331039390514508</id><published>2009-08-31T18:59:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T20:06:10.976+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;this is so typically me..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i always seem to feel lonely in a crowded place, but feel so 'crowded' in a quiet, lonely place.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i'm now back in jakarta where my real family is.. i mean, i'm happy to see them, all my cousins..especially my lovely niece..but, my heart always seems to be hollow here..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i miss my brothers.. i miss my fortress of solitude..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420038-8104331039390514508?l=mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/8104331039390514508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420038&amp;postID=8104331039390514508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/8104331039390514508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/8104331039390514508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-so-typically-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Dyta Sitompul</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100241635245584747382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O6zwwAo1WJ4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/PabLj_iXjFc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420038.post-5565393990427832689</id><published>2009-08-18T13:53:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T14:25:01.477+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what a nice weekend!&lt;p align="justify"&gt;it was a long weekend coz monday was a holiday because it was indonesia's independence day.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i didn't hope too much that it was gonna be a fun weekend for me coz everybody was busy with their own businesses.. so i spent the whole saturday just eating, sleeping, watching tv &amp;amp; cleaning up the house a bit.. (the sleeping &amp;amp; watching tv had a bigger portion, of course..hihihi..).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TGg01m_1oiw/SozM95azsGI/AAAAAAAAAGw/pCyCmSG9IQ0/s200/DSC00305.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371893819303506018" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TGg01m_1oiw/SozM9GYWeKI/AAAAAAAAAGo/PQZ_1RxvPo4/s200/DSC00302.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371893805602994338" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TGg01m_1oiw/SozM8dd-ZDI/AAAAAAAAAGg/TwEOPEO6gds/s200/DSC00298.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371893794620728370" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;waiting for mas hakim @ d office before going to Palembang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;then it came dinner time, so i went to my brother's house to go eat. after we ate, they asked if i wanted to go karaoke.. OF COURSE i do!! so, the brother's (&amp;amp; sister) of house 330 went karaoke-ing.. after about 2 hours of false singing (except mas ephin who sings perfecto), i went to sleep with a big grin on my face..=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;i didn't do much on Sunday, pretty much doing the same ritual i do.. but the guys promised me that they would take me to Palembang on Monday to watch a movie.. did really wanna get my hopes high (coz i've been let down TWICE be them) but still i was excited for the next day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TGg01m_1oiw/SozVY4QAawI/AAAAAAAAAHI/IDPOlX0aAdc/s200/DSC00312.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371903078939257602" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TGg01m_1oiw/SozVYe_meBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/_xhU6t2OVMA/s200/DSC00311.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371903072159561746" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TGg01m_1oiw/SozVXwoqtCI/AAAAAAAAAG4/caAQMph4z-4/s200/DSC00310.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371903059715339298" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;@ PIM parking lot , with ampera bridge in the background.. can u see it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;the next day, things started a bit annoying coz mas yoma insisted that we should go to the Independence Ceremony.  good thing that the other guys didnt wanna go, so we only had to wait for him to go back untill we departed to Palembang. mas Satrio &amp;amp; his wife, Sisca decided that they wanted to join us.. so, that was nice.. THE MORE THE MERRIER..^^!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;we arrived @ Palembang at about 10.30 WIB, and went straight to PIM. i insisted to watch ICE AGE 3, but the guys didn't want to, so we chose to watch PUSH instead. fortunately, by the time we got there, PUSH already started, so it left us with only one choice, watch ICE AGE 3.. hurraaay!!! hihihi.. i knew it, good people always gets good things.. hahaha..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TGg01m_1oiw/Soz0DG9_TXI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/c930ZOsmOwY/s200/DSC00313.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371936789793557874" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TGg01m_1oiw/Soz0EeKxCYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/4-nCN5Ji8z8/s200/DSC00317.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371936813201033602" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TGg01m_1oiw/Soz0Dgl926I/AAAAAAAAAHY/wNvwxBSeKkE/s200/DSC00315.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371936796672121762" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nothing like a cold scoop of ice cream at a hot day..^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;after that, we went to Internasional Plaza to watch MERANTAU.. i already warned the guys that this movie sucks, but they didn't believe me.. so oh well, i just waited til my point proved itself. and.. voila!! i was 100% right!! the movie was pointless!! VERY pointless.. ugh.. and they unwillingly admitted it.. hahaha..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TGg01m_1oiw/Soz3jbnVdeI/AAAAAAAAAHw/GKvwREk_2vM/s200/DSC00322.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371940643626382818" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TGg01m_1oiw/Soz3itGVlSI/AAAAAAAAAHo/4gzDCF_jmW4/s200/DSC00321.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371940631139947810" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;before watching MERANTAU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;anyway guys, another nice weekend for me.. thanks a bunch...^^!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420038-5565393990427832689?l=mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/5565393990427832689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420038&amp;postID=5565393990427832689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/5565393990427832689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/5565393990427832689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-nice-weekend-it-was-long-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Dyta Sitompul</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100241635245584747382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O6zwwAo1WJ4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/PabLj_iXjFc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TGg01m_1oiw/SozM95azsGI/AAAAAAAAAGw/pCyCmSG9IQ0/s72-c/DSC00305.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420038.post-7839270244063694127</id><published>2009-08-14T14:27:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T14:58:51.085+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I WANT A GUY..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;who would make me LAUGH like NO ONE could&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;who would move the hair away from my eyes then kiss me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;who would hold my hand in line at the mall &amp;amp; make all the girl jealous&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;who would SING to me at random moments&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;who would let me sleep at their chest&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;who would get mad at someone if they called me ugly or was mean to me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;who would call me every night before i go to sleep&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;who would love to hear me sing, even with my false voice&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;who would know what i'm thinking without me having to have to say it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;who would let me gossip to him and would just smile &amp;amp; agree with everything i said.. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;who would throw stuffed animals to me when i acted dumb and then KISS ME a million times&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;who would make fun of me just to make me LAUGH&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;who would lend his shoulder for me to cry on&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;who would stay home with me on a friday night &amp;amp; help make dinner &amp;amp; watch movies together&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and we'd argue about silly things then make up&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but especially, who would be my best friend and would NEVER BREAK MY HEART&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420038-7839270244063694127?l=mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/7839270244063694127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420038&amp;postID=7839270244063694127' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/7839270244063694127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/7839270244063694127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-want-guy.html' title=''/><author><name>Dyta Sitompul</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100241635245584747382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O6zwwAo1WJ4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/PabLj_iXjFc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420038.post-1875344111357083468</id><published>2009-08-12T09:32:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T12:12:53.153+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;dear god, please give me inspiration!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh! i've got a deadline in two weeks to finish my report!! &amp;amp; there's nothing but a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;blank spot&lt;/span&gt; in my head.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;need some &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;inspiration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. need some &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;enlightment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. need&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; ideas&lt;/span&gt;.. need a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;vacation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. hohoho.. yup, a nice warm beach would be nice to refresh my thoughts &amp;amp; get inspirations..hhmm.. you wish dyta! where the hell could you find a beach around here?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TGg01m_1oiw/SoIxIWbHZ_I/AAAAAAAAAGA/7xv0x2HuTwM/s200/IMG000052.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368907725307078642" /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TGg01m_1oiw/SoItPx4YRpI/AAAAAAAAAF4/1OE4LzCXiEQ/s200/IMG000060.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368903454890149522" /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TGg01m_1oiw/SoItPiw8_YI/AAAAAAAAAFw/BBaNG4w-PJM/s200/IMG000057.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368903450832469378" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TGg01m_1oiw/SoItPI9DHMI/AAAAAAAAAFo/g4CdD827dTU/s200/IMG000055.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368903443903880386" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420038-1875344111357083468?l=mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/1875344111357083468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420038&amp;postID=1875344111357083468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/1875344111357083468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/1875344111357083468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/2009/08/dear-god-please-give-me-inspiration-ugh.html' title=''/><author><name>Dyta Sitompul</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100241635245584747382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O6zwwAo1WJ4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/PabLj_iXjFc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TGg01m_1oiw/SoIxIWbHZ_I/AAAAAAAAAGA/7xv0x2HuTwM/s72-c/IMG000052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420038.post-2461593075304709897</id><published>2009-08-08T13:32:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T15:07:10.030+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's a glimpse of my so called 'temporarily house' in prabumulih.. u should be able to imagine how lonely and quiet it is down here...&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TGg01m_1oiw/Sn0fTHzS-DI/AAAAAAAAAE4/d9CtlDIXWDQ/s320/IMG_0278%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367480744267675698" /&gt;Front&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TGg01m_1oiw/Sn0fT7BztdI/AAAAAAAAAFI/5ptDkfax2V4/s320/IMG_0195%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367480758018749906" /&gt;View from the Porch&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TGg01m_1oiw/Sn0fTalM5II/AAAAAAAAAFA/UwAzAeNAh5o/s320/IMG_0197%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367480749308830850" /&gt;View of the right side (that's my neighbour's house)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TGg01m_1oiw/Sn-_JZrAWDI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/KR8AEmRmA6s/s320/IMG_0291%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368219449079912498" /&gt;This is the car i usually drive (when there's a loan), hehe..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Dont ask the view in the back.. it's a little bit spooky, so i didn't take any pictures back there..hihi...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420038-2461593075304709897?l=mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/2461593075304709897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420038&amp;postID=2461593075304709897' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/2461593075304709897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/2461593075304709897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/2009/08/heres-glimpse-of-my-so-called.html' title=''/><author><name>Dyta Sitompul</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100241635245584747382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O6zwwAo1WJ4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/PabLj_iXjFc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TGg01m_1oiw/Sn0fTHzS-DI/AAAAAAAAAE4/d9CtlDIXWDQ/s72-c/IMG_0278%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420038.post-5632050617674117503</id><published>2009-08-03T10:43:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T14:53:26.853+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A Day of Brotherhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;at the end, we didn't get any cars to loan, which means that our plan to have fun go mad in Palembang failed..huhuhu.. we didn't even get to go to the studio to take pictures with our wearpacks..boohoohoooo...='((&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;really desperate in doing something or going somewhere on a beautiful sunny saturday, i decided to go to the boys house to force them to take me out somewhere.. so, at approximately 12 pm, i entered a house full of dead bodies, no, actually full of bodies lying still.. they're all still sound asleep!! so i just went along, screaming around the house waking them up one by one, trying (again) to force them to take me out.. but, unfortunately, they were all too lazy to go anywhere, especially coz we didnt have any vehicle except one motorbike to take us around..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so, i ended up spending the day at their house, doing nothing in particular, trying to solve mas hakim's rubik cube (which i succeeded &amp;amp; made mas evin really envious and frustrated coz he couldn't solve it..huahahaha), looking at mas hakim's picture's in Japan &amp;amp; Thailand, watching tv, and just hanging 'round the house doin nothing.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TGg01m_1oiw/SnZtqXGDGCI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Xs5XU4yaJhE/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365596580579842082" /&gt;mas evin being taught how to solve the rubik's cube by mas hakim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TGg01m_1oiw/SnZtq3UxFrI/AAAAAAAAAEw/UYkAtHkGX7g/s320/photo2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365596589231511218" /&gt;mas evin frustrated coz he couldn't solve it..huahaha...=))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;oia! i also learned to ride a motorcycle (hooray!!). the first time i ever succeded in riding a motorcycle..hihi.. well, i actually learned it by accident. didn't really wanna learn to ride one, but because i was starving, and nobody really wanted to take me out to eat, after a couple minutes of debated who should take me out to eat, mas hakim finally lost, and took me out. unfortunately, he didn't want to ride the motorcycle, so he forced me to ride it myself, him sitting in the back. i then 'unwillingly' gathered up my courage and tried.. and i did it!! hurray!! well, i almost fell a couple of times, but didn't.. haha.. when we came back, i went around screaming around their house (i think it's becoming a habit of mine..=p), announcing to them that i successfully rode a motorcycle for the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;first time of my life&lt;/span&gt;...huahahaha..  eventhough their response was cold, like it was no big deal, i didn't care, it was a huge breakthrough for meeeeee! yay \(^o^)/ !!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;after playing around the house doing nothing, it finally got dark, so we decided to go have dinner (by this time, we finally got a car to loan..hihi..). we planned to go eat at joglo, but when we arrived it was already closed (yes, at 8 pm!!). so we then chose to eat at lombok ijo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the day ended up with me having a nice feeling of brotherhood (huahaha), and them probably bothered with my existance and squeeky voice...hohoho... prepare yourselves for another invasion boys!!! huahahahaha...=))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420038-5632050617674117503?l=mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/5632050617674117503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420038&amp;postID=5632050617674117503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/5632050617674117503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/5632050617674117503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/2009/08/at-end-we-didnt-get-any-cars-to-loan.html' title=''/><author><name>Dyta Sitompul</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100241635245584747382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O6zwwAo1WJ4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/PabLj_iXjFc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TGg01m_1oiw/SnZtqXGDGCI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Xs5XU4yaJhE/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420038.post-9156024852606704153</id><published>2009-07-31T07:22:00.009+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T08:21:42.691+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wew.. it's already more than half a year since i last blogged!! that means.. my internship is almost over!!! yesss!!!! hohoho..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok ok, so lets recap the things that have happened since i left patra jasa..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;#1. my first internship was in Jakarta, Kwarnas Building, Central Jakarta. didnt really have much to do than eat, sleep (really, we REALLY did sleep at the office!! haha.), browse whenever there's an idle computer, then go home.. that was pretty much what we did for about 2.5 months.. hehe..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TGg01m_1oiw/SnI-TiVVGfI/AAAAAAAAADg/OE7Q-8JQuko/s320/2783_1069466813066_1117951673_30199429_7402683_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364418611506387442" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                            @ Gedung Kwarnas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;#2. our office moved to another buliding @ Menara Standard Chartered, South Jakarta. It's a pretty elite building with high security access. very cold air conditioning, &amp;amp; we can drink as much hot chocolate or coffee as we want.. haha.. the work, well, there are times when we wish we could have more time, but there are times when we hope time would soon pass by so we could go home to our warm beds..hehe..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TGg01m_1oiw/SnJCVelUGhI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ez-kX3kVSFM/s320/standchart.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364423042905938450" /&gt;  Menara StandChart From Plaza Semanggi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TGg01m_1oiw/SnJCVBPOAWI/AAAAAAAAAEI/oyJPn418MuA/s320/IMG_0081%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364423035028636002" /&gt;  @ Our Cubicle &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    &lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TGg01m_1oiw/SnJCUlit5aI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ibQSPEtLIJ8/s320/common+room.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364423027594225058" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;@ the common room where we drink up all the hot chocolate..^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TGg01m_1oiw/SnJCUic_GNI/AAAAAAAAAD4/dXWZLr56tn8/s320/IMG000008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364423026764880082" /&gt;@ our cube again..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;#3. the third and current situation i'm in is, my second phase internship, which takes hold in the remote area. i (people say luckily) got Prabumulih, South Sumatera, Ool got Jambi, and Keke got Rantau. I'll tell u the truth, the first night i slept alone in a lonely, abandoned house, i cried my tears out.. which means i couldn't sleep at all, resulting puffy eyes and a runny nose in the morning.. but, as time passes by, now i feel comfortable here, especially bcoz everybody is so welcome and nice to me... the work, well, pretty much the same..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TGg01m_1oiw/SnJAX8v0iMI/AAAAAAAAADw/hwsdOy2A6pQ/s320/IMG_0214%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364420886339553474" /&gt;  @ Rig H40D Merbau&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TGg01m_1oiw/SnI_0ISPtpI/AAAAAAAAADo/e26UyilCEFk/s320/IMG_0212%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364420270961440402" /&gt;me infront of the rig&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 86px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TGg01m_1oiw/SnJFWkwouPI/AAAAAAAAAEg/g1BGLCsdcOM/s400/karoke.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364426360278792434" /&gt;@ NR, the one and only entertainment in Prabumulih..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We're planning to go to Palembang this Saturday to catch a movie.. if we can get anyone to lend us a car, that is.. hehe.. wish us luck..^^v!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420038-9156024852606704153?l=mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/9156024852606704153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420038&amp;postID=9156024852606704153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/9156024852606704153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/9156024852606704153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/2009/07/wew.html' title=''/><author><name>Dyta Sitompul</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100241635245584747382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O6zwwAo1WJ4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/PabLj_iXjFc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TGg01m_1oiw/SnI-TiVVGfI/AAAAAAAAADg/OE7Q-8JQuko/s72-c/2783_1069466813066_1117951673_30199429_7402683_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420038.post-7408994068860039062</id><published>2009-01-13T21:15:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T21:31:07.132+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;gOoDbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i hate goodbye's.. it's always been hard for me to say goodbye, i'd prefer saying, "see u later" than goodbye. it has a more positive &amp;amp; optimistic meaning i guess..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i recently met new friends, a new community, that actually made my life 'brighter'.. but all of a sudden, just when we were beginning to get close, to know each other more, all was taken away from me again.. we all had to go our separate ways, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;for now&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but, i guess that's life.. there are meetings &amp;amp; separations, greetings &amp;amp; farewells, sadness &amp;amp; happiness, good &amp;amp; bad, everything has it balance..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;just wish that we could have time to prepare the balance, so we wont have any regrets. but life would be to easy, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;anyways, see u later my dear friends, wish you the greatest luck &amp;amp; success!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420038-7408994068860039062?l=mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/7408994068860039062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420038&amp;postID=7408994068860039062' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/7408994068860039062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/7408994068860039062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/2009/01/goodbyes.html' title=''/><author><name>Dyta Sitompul</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100241635245584747382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O6zwwAo1WJ4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/PabLj_iXjFc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420038.post-3552236374968179809</id><published>2009-01-10T21:56:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T22:14:53.944+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TGg01m_1oiw/SWi7SaNEqtI/AAAAAAAAADE/tlx4S7W_JYU/s1600-h/A2DHS1PCANGDX1ZCA01FXBGCAVU9Z1ACARJGQR8CAYC8W66CATZN8BDCASMXTKKCA8YOQN9CAXSPH8BCAY7VXI9CAP5YXN2CAMF9HEJCA5COF79CAG5B1J4CALS4HZ6CANTNFLQCA4D2QGICA419PT8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289683687292840658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TGg01m_1oiw/SWi7SaNEqtI/AAAAAAAAADE/tlx4S7W_JYU/s320/A2DHS1PCANGDX1ZCA01FXBGCAVU9Z1ACARJGQR8CAYC8W66CATZN8BDCASMXTKKCA8YOQN9CAXSPH8BCAY7VXI9CAP5YXN2CAMF9HEJCA5COF79CAG5B1J4CALS4HZ6CANTNFLQCA4D2QGICA419PT8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TGg01m_1oiw/SWi7EzOHXDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/o47oTJwt-9g/s1600-h/A2DHS1PCANGDX1ZCA01FXBGCAVU9Z1ACARJGQR8CAYC8W66CATZN8BDCASMXTKKCA8YOQN9CAXSPH8BCAY7VXI9CAP5YXN2CAMF9HEJCA5COF79CAG5B1J4CALS4HZ6CANTNFLQCA4D2QGICA419PT8.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;this afternoon, kak keke and i went weekly shopping to carrefour.. eventhough we never tried it by ourselves before, we decided to take the 'metromini'..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;after waiting for a few minutes our ride finally came, and we went on, although struggling to balance our feet coz the driver already started to drive before we had a chance to sit..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;all was running well, when i remembered something.."how the hell do we say stop?!". I asked keke and she didn't know either.. is it "kiri mas..", "berhenti mas..", or what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;trying to figure out how to say it, we didn't realize that we almost missed our destination, keke &amp;amp; i panicked, "kak, dah nyampe kak!!!" finally, panickly, keke yelled, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"bang! minggir bang!!!",&lt;/span&gt; the driver didn't hear her. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"MINGGIIIIIRRRR!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt; , as soon as she shouted that, every single eye on the passengers head turned to us.. oh god, they must of thought, what kind of thug shouted? and after they realized it was two girls shouting, they turned in complete shock..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so, saving ourselves from humiliation, we hurried and got off the metromini, laughing hillariously at ourselves...=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/35420038-3552236374968179809?l=mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/3552236374968179809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420038&amp;postID=3552236374968179809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/3552236374968179809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/3552236374968179809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-afternoon-kak-keke-and-i-went.html' title=''/><author><name>Dyta Sitompul</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100241635245584747382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O6zwwAo1WJ4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/PabLj_iXjFc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TGg01m_1oiw/SWi7SaNEqtI/AAAAAAAAADE/tlx4S7W_JYU/s72-c/A2DHS1PCANGDX1ZCA01FXBGCAVU9Z1ACARJGQR8CAYC8W66CATZN8BDCASMXTKKCA8YOQN9CAXSPH8BCAY7VXI9CAP5YXN2CAMF9HEJCA5COF79CAG5B1J4CALS4HZ6CANTNFLQCA4D2QGICA419PT8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420038.post-1539208587897121757</id><published>2009-01-10T20:23:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T11:38:01.311+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Happy New Year!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289666143656816546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TGg01m_1oiw/SWirVPETL6I/AAAAAAAAAC0/j_6sRVwWelc/s200/31122008242.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;New year, new life, new beginning..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all the dramas in my life last year, i (think) i've finally found an enlightment..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully, all will be good this year..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting with a new job, i hope my last years resolution will finally happen..=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wait and see my big surprise...^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420038-1539208587897121757?l=mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/1539208587897121757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420038&amp;postID=1539208587897121757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/1539208587897121757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/1539208587897121757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-new-life-new-beginning.html' title=''/><author><name>Dyta Sitompul</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100241635245584747382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O6zwwAo1WJ4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/PabLj_iXjFc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TGg01m_1oiw/SWirVPETL6I/AAAAAAAAAC0/j_6sRVwWelc/s72-c/31122008242.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420038.post-7579356953511866377</id><published>2008-08-23T22:45:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T23:04:15.520+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;this past year, i think i've grown to become a very very sensitive person.. i dont know why, but it's seems that i always lose my patience in everything. and everyone.. hhmm..how time can change a person.. is it the time? or is it the people who i hang out with that changed me? they say, the people who are the closest to you represents yourself. so, if u reverse that, that should mean that i have became like the people close to me.. are they like that too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;a couple years ago, i used to be this patient girl, who never protests, who takes whatever is given to her.. now, i always seem to get mad easily, protest at everything, even with mom &amp;amp; dad.. i don't think i like being this way, but i just can help it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;sometimes i wish i could go back to the times when everything was nice, no quarrelling, no fighting, no feeling sad or left out..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;is that what i just said? hhmm.. maybe that's probably why i easily get upset nowadays.. i'm feeling really &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;left out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i mean, i've always felt left out my whole life, with my friends, my bestfriends, even my relatives.. but i've &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; felt left out with my boyfriend.. until &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yeah.. i guess that's why.. he doesn't care for me as much..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;what &lt;strong&gt;should&lt;/strong&gt; i do????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420038-7579356953511866377?l=mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/7579356953511866377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420038&amp;postID=7579356953511866377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/7579356953511866377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/7579356953511866377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-past-year-i-think-ive-grown-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Dyta Sitompul</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100241635245584747382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O6zwwAo1WJ4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/PabLj_iXjFc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420038.post-4364788501170711800</id><published>2008-07-27T18:29:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T18:33:26.715+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so, i've decided to give him another &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;chance&lt;/span&gt;. people might think i'm stupid or weird. but what the heck, i love him, and i'm willing to take the risk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i just hope &amp;amp; pray to god he wont &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;take me for granted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and wont dissapoint me anymore.. amiiiinn..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420038-4364788501170711800?l=mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/4364788501170711800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420038&amp;postID=4364788501170711800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/4364788501170711800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/4364788501170711800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-ive-decided-to-give-him-another.html' title=''/><author><name>Dyta Sitompul</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100241635245584747382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O6zwwAo1WJ4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/PabLj_iXjFc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420038.post-8025033346248460961</id><published>2008-07-26T11:16:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T11:27:31.602+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Waking up to find another day &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The moon got lost again last night &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But now the sun has finally had its say, I guess I feel alright &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it hurts when I think, when I let it sink in, it’s all over me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I’m lying here in the dark, it hurts a lot &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And all I know is you’ve got to give me everything &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing less cause, you know I give you all of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I give you everything that I am, I’m handing over everything that I’ve got &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause I wanna have a really true love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don’t ever wanna have to go and give you up &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stay up till four in the morning &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the tears are pouring &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I want to make it worth the fight &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What have we been doing for all this time? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby if we’re gonna do it, come on do it right &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All I wanted was to know I’m safe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don’t want to lose the love I’ve found &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remember when you said that you would change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don’t let me down &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It’s not fair how you are &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can’t be complete &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can you give me more? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh please, you know what I need &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We can’t escape the love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Give me everything that you have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420038-8025033346248460961?l=mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/8025033346248460961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420038&amp;postID=8025033346248460961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/8025033346248460961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/8025033346248460961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/2008/07/waking-up-to-find-another-day-moon-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Dyta Sitompul</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100241635245584747382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O6zwwAo1WJ4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/PabLj_iXjFc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420038.post-5025232909561728872</id><published>2008-07-26T10:58:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T11:00:12.197+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;hurt hurt hurt..it just wont go away..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;dear god, please take my heart so it wont hurt me anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420038-5025232909561728872?l=mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/5025232909561728872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420038&amp;postID=5025232909561728872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/5025232909561728872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/5025232909561728872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/2008/07/hurt-hurt-hurt.html' title=''/><author><name>Dyta Sitompul</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100241635245584747382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O6zwwAo1WJ4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/PabLj_iXjFc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420038.post-995811411983981728</id><published>2008-07-24T20:02:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T20:29:53.202+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HEARTBRAKE 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226572068077064626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TGg01m_1oiw/SIiDmra2UbI/AAAAAAAAAB8/EkKk9N20_uk/s200/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i never knew that heartbrake could feel this bad. all the hurt in the world cant describe the feeling i felt last wednesday. hurt,betrayed,stupid.. it felt like my heart was being stabbed over and over and over.. even now thinking of it brings tears in my eyes.. i just wanna dissappear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;how could you love but also hate a person so much u just wanna die? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;he, the person i dearly loved, whom i gave my heart and soul, my mind, my body, every inch of me, betrayed me in such a way, i cant even explain. he took my trust, and ripped it all away..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;after what happened, i feel like he became a totally different person. i feel like i dont know him anymore. or is it i never really known him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;maybe its karma. i broke someone's heart so bad before, and it finally came back to me. what goes around, comes around. but i really didnt expect it to come this soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;how do you mend a broken heart? gosh, never really thought that i would ask that question. it seemed so cheesy. but now, i really do wanna know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i feel so lonely, so empty, so stressed..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420038-995811411983981728?l=mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/995811411983981728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420038&amp;postID=995811411983981728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/995811411983981728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/995811411983981728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/2008/07/heartbrake-2008-i-never-knew-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Dyta Sitompul</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100241635245584747382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O6zwwAo1WJ4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/PabLj_iXjFc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TGg01m_1oiw/SIiDmra2UbI/AAAAAAAAAB8/EkKk9N20_uk/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420038.post-6004399838076437787</id><published>2008-06-09T09:06:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T09:19:42.762+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TGg01m_1oiw/SEySsEkZ__I/AAAAAAAAAB0/hJYjUujSl2Q/s1600-h/corinne.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this song.. love the lyrics, love the melody, love the singer.. brilliant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;JUST LIKE A STAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209700154799161330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TGg01m_1oiw/SEySsEkZ__I/AAAAAAAAAB0/hJYjUujSl2Q/s200/corinne.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just like a star across my sky, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just like an angel off the page, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You have appeared to my life, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feel like I'll never be the same, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just like a song in my heart, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just like oil on my hands, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh.. I do love you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still i wonder why it is, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't argue like this, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With anyone but you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We do it all the time, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blowing out my mind, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You've got this look i can't describe, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You make me feel like I'm alive, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When everything else is a fade, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Without a doubt you're on my side, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heaven has been away too long, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't find the words to write this song, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh.,.. Your love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still i wonder why it is, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't argue like this, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With anyone but you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We do it all the time, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blowing out my mind, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have come to understand, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The way it is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not a secret anymore, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'cause we've been through that before, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From tonight I know that you're the only one, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been confused and in the dark, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I understand, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wonder why it is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't argue like this, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With anyone but you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wonder why it is, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wont let my guard down,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For anyone but you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We do it all the time, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blowing out my mind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just like a star across my sky, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just like an angel off the page, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You have appeared to my life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feel like I'll never be the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just like a song in my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just like oil on my hands&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/35420038-6004399838076437787?l=mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/6004399838076437787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420038&amp;postID=6004399838076437787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/6004399838076437787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/6004399838076437787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-love-this-song.html' title=''/><author><name>Dyta Sitompul</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100241635245584747382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O6zwwAo1WJ4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/PabLj_iXjFc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TGg01m_1oiw/SEySsEkZ__I/AAAAAAAAAB0/hJYjUujSl2Q/s72-c/corinne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420038.post-4413626475395328774</id><published>2008-06-04T11:22:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T11:41:15.975+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;yay!! i beat 2 people in pool last saturday..huahahaha... yup, Dyta the amateur pool player has defeated Mas Eja &amp;amp; Getta in a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;nine ball bilyard competition&lt;/span&gt;...n_n!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;well, it wasn't really a competition, we were bored &amp;amp; lost &amp;amp; didn't have any ideas to do saturday nite, so nadya suggested us to play pool.. so, we went to Shoot and played.. being a very bery amateur player as i am (i've only played like 2 times..and believe me, i really suck.), just for the fun of it, i played against mas eja.. and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;won!!!&lt;/span&gt; huahahaha.. actually, he put in most of the balls (actually, i think all of'em), but the last ball he failed, so eventually, i put in the nin ball, and won..yeah yeah yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;with getta, well, because both of us cant play (even though she's a better player than me), after about over half an hour of nine ball..i finally won..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;hhmmm...nice nite..n_n!&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/35420038-4413626475395328774?l=mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/4413626475395328774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420038&amp;postID=4413626475395328774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/4413626475395328774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/4413626475395328774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/2008/06/yay-i-beat-2-people-in-pool-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Dyta Sitompul</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100241635245584747382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O6zwwAo1WJ4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/PabLj_iXjFc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420038.post-1185141523048205825</id><published>2008-05-30T10:39:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T10:50:26.278+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TGg01m_1oiw/SD93-HeIInI/AAAAAAAAABo/JdJO4myTD14/s1600-h/shopping+cart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206011603304587890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TGg01m_1oiw/SD93-HeIInI/AAAAAAAAABo/JdJO4myTD14/s200/shopping+cart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;dont u just hate it when u go shopping to the grocery store and get a bad shopping cart? i dont know if it's just plain &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bad luck&lt;/span&gt; or the supermarkets just have a bad vibe on me, but  i always tend to get a bad cart when shopping. either if its the wheels are jammed, dont turn well, or the little basket in the cart is gone!! ughh.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420038-1185141523048205825?l=mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/1185141523048205825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420038&amp;postID=1185141523048205825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/1185141523048205825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/1185141523048205825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/2008/05/dont-u-just-hate-it-when-u-go-shopping.html' title=''/><author><name>Dyta Sitompul</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100241635245584747382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O6zwwAo1WJ4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/PabLj_iXjFc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TGg01m_1oiw/SD93-HeIInI/AAAAAAAAABo/JdJO4myTD14/s72-c/shopping+cart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420038.post-6859245613367647635</id><published>2008-05-23T14:26:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T14:37:34.050+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TGg01m_1oiw/SDZz6neIImI/AAAAAAAAABg/6BNskDW_STE/s1600-h/david+cook.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;David Cook&lt;/span&gt; wins!!!&lt;/span&gt; yeaahh.. finally a rocker wins the competition..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203473870338138722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TGg01m_1oiw/SDZz6neIImI/AAAAAAAAABg/6BNskDW_STE/s320/david+cook.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;After mourning with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;michael john's&lt;/span&gt; elimination, my vote definitely went to cook.. a rocker who really knows what he's doing &amp;amp; brave enough to take chances.. let's say like in billie jean and the final song he sung 'the world i know'..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;dont mean to say archuletta is not good though.. he has a great voice, but his songs are quite monotomous and i guess he's too young to handle all the things if he wins (didn't you see when simon said he ruled the whole competition? he looks like he was about to collapse of exitement!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Anyways, congrats to Cook, you deserve it..&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/35420038-6859245613367647635?l=mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/6859245613367647635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420038&amp;postID=6859245613367647635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/6859245613367647635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/6859245613367647635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/2008/05/david-cook-wins-yeaahh.html' title=''/><author><name>Dyta Sitompul</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100241635245584747382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O6zwwAo1WJ4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/PabLj_iXjFc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TGg01m_1oiw/SDZz6neIImI/AAAAAAAAABg/6BNskDW_STE/s72-c/david+cook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420038.post-6547562658363658919</id><published>2008-05-23T08:53:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T14:26:06.752+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TGg01m_1oiw/SDYoh3eIIlI/AAAAAAAAABY/zYROXbRk4gQ/s1600-h/wedding+rings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203390981764293202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TGg01m_1oiw/SDYoh3eIIlI/AAAAAAAAABY/zYROXbRk4gQ/s200/wedding+rings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;everybody i know seems to be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;getting married&lt;/span&gt; these days.. my brother dany is getting married in october, my bestfriend kiky is getting married next week, two of my exes are getting married in august (why should it be in the same month?), my neighbour(s) are getting married..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;should it pressure me? well, probably not.. but here in Indonesia, in the 'east culture' people seem to still think that women have to get married in a young age.. at least, not more than 25 years old, or else, you'll be called an &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;old virgin&lt;/span&gt;. that hurts. you know, regarding that i'm currently 25 years old, and my marriage plans are still quite a blur..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;so, i guess, yes, it does pressure me once in a while.. i mean, even my mom and dad(!) now always talks about marriage..maybe its just because the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;euphoria&lt;/span&gt; of preparing dany's marriage. i hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;well, i guess, i should just go on with my life, live life the fullest, and see what goes on!!! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ciayo!!!&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/35420038-6547562658363658919?l=mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/6547562658363658919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420038&amp;postID=6547562658363658919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/6547562658363658919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/6547562658363658919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/2008/05/everybody-i-know-seems-to-be-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>Dyta Sitompul</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100241635245584747382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O6zwwAo1WJ4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/PabLj_iXjFc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TGg01m_1oiw/SDYoh3eIIlI/AAAAAAAAABY/zYROXbRk4gQ/s72-c/wedding+rings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420038.post-6888745280230020724</id><published>2008-05-22T13:35:00.024+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T09:29:46.447+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TGg01m_1oiw/SDUzuXeIIgI/AAAAAAAAAA0/5pzx-F72MCA/s1600-h/DSC00990.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TGg01m_1oiw/SDUzu3eIIhI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9UfI0MBMEL8/s1600-h/DSC00999.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;finally!! alhamdulillah, my dreams of setting foot on the holy grounds of mecca came true..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;April 14th 2008, me, Acu, Mas Eja and 26 other people in our tour group departed from Polonia Airport, Medan to King Abdul Aziz, Jeddah, via KLIA, Kuala Lumpur. After 6 hours of watching movies, 1 hour playing games, 1 hour (trying to) sleep, 1 cummulative hour of eating, we finally arrived at King Abdul Aziz, Jeddah, around 7 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TGg01m_1oiw/SDUlYneIIdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Oe8oK_GabzY/s1600-h/DSC00775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203106049338909138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TGg01m_1oiw/SDUlYneIIdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Oe8oK_GabzY/s200/DSC00775.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our tour then departed to Medinah via bus and arrived at 4 am Medinah time. We immediately checked in, washed up a lil' bit, and then hurriedly went to the Nabawi Mosque to say our subuh prayers.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The mosque was right in front of our hotel, so we just had to walk about 100 m. Dear god, i cant describe my feeling of every footstep i took when we were entering the mosque.. heart pounding &amp;amp; beating rapidly, seeing the great Nabawi Mosque with my own bare eyes and all these people rushing to say their prayers at 4 o'clock in the morning! Most people here would still be sound asleep, tucked in a warm bed, and resisting to wake up..(well, i must admit, i was like that..) . It's a scrambeled feeling of proudness, moved, touched, heartwarming, ugh, just too many words..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The next day our tour guide took us to the date farm where we could eat dates as much as we like and drink tea with the surroundings of date trees &amp;amp; merchants.. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TGg01m_1oiw/SDUnCHeIIeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wjlT22Y_pUU/s1600-h/DSC00801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203107861815108066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TGg01m_1oiw/SDUnCHeIIeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wjlT22Y_pUU/s200/DSC00801.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The date trees were very similiar with palm trees, but the trunk is just a little thinner. To bad, when we came there it wasn't the harvesting seasons, so there wasn't any dates hanging on the trees. We spent our time there for about an hour, and continued our tour to the Kuba Mosque, then back to hotel and say prayers at Nabawi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Our umroh began the next day when we took our 'niat umroh' at Bir Ali. The men already wore their robes and the women covered up except for their hands and face. The journey to Mecca took approximately 8 hours, so we arrived at about 12 pm Mecca time. After checking in the hotel, we continued to complete our umroh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Masjidil Haram was only 50 m from our hotel, so we could just walk there. The only thing was, the construction of the masjidil haram expansion was still taking place, so there was so much dust, nails in the road, wires sticking from the ground, and all sorts of construction things, it was pretty hard and exhausting just to reach the entrance of masjidil haram. But u know what? It was worth it.. i didn't think that there could be a more exhilirating feeling than when i entered Nabawi, but this, this was different. No words can even describe the feeling of seeing the holy Ka'bah. I had to try my best not to burst in tears, and concentrate to with my umroh. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TGg01m_1oiw/SDUtEneIIfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/LgHY6odDyoc/s1600-h/DSC00856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203114501834547698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TGg01m_1oiw/SDUtEneIIfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/LgHY6odDyoc/s200/DSC00856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We finally completed our umroh at about 2.30 am after 7 times rotating ka'bah, praying in the back of Ibrahim's burial, drinking zam-zam water, sa'i (running from safa to marwah 7 times) and finally tahallul. It was exhausting, but the satisfaction of completing umroh was worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally, we ended our tour to Jeddah, which is a quite modern city in Saudi Arabia. We visited the Red Sea, took pictures and even eated bakso..yes, bakso! apparently, the indonesian workers there found another oppurtunity, which is selling bakso to the indonesian tourist! with 1 bowl of bakso for 5 riyals (about Rp.12.500,-), containing 3 meatballs, some noodles and hotsauce, it seems like a pretty promising business..=).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203121816163852802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TGg01m_1oiw/SDUzuXeIIgI/AAAAAAAAAA0/5pzx-F72MCA/s200/DSC00990.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;at the red sea..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203121829048754722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TGg01m_1oiw/SDUzvHeIIiI/AAAAAAAAABE/MMJLMFYynrc/s200/DSC01000.JPG" border="0" /&gt;eating bakso at the red sea..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh, this was a very exhausting, spiritual, and satisfying experience for me.. I hope a can come back again someday.. soon.. Amiiiinn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420038-6888745280230020724?l=mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/6888745280230020724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420038&amp;postID=6888745280230020724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/6888745280230020724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/6888745280230020724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/2008/05/finally-alhamdulillah-my-dreams-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Dyta Sitompul</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100241635245584747382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O6zwwAo1WJ4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/PabLj_iXjFc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TGg01m_1oiw/SDUlYneIIdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Oe8oK_GabzY/s72-c/DSC00775.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420038.post-116256969345580678</id><published>2006-11-03T22:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T23:01:33.466+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1528/3941/1600/37438225253502m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1528/3941/200/37438225253502m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last week me and my highschool buddies had some sort of a reunion..&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner @ pizza hut merdeka walk..&lt;br /&gt;From eleven of us, only nine could come..&lt;br /&gt;Rosi was @ home sick and Fumi didn't come home 2 medan cause she had to finish here german lessons (she's going to germany to get her masters degree-how lucky!-).&lt;br /&gt;It was fun, sharing all our new jobs &amp;amp; recent activities.. And talking about not so important stuff..&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when the eleven of us can all meet each other again..&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/35420038-116256969345580678?l=mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/116256969345580678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420038&amp;postID=116256969345580678' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/116256969345580678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/116256969345580678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/2006/11/last-week-me-and-my-highschool-buddies.html' title=''/><author><name>Dyta Sitompul</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100241635245584747382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O6zwwAo1WJ4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/PabLj_iXjFc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420038.post-116256854106773012</id><published>2006-11-03T22:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T22:42:21.076+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What do flowers mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;? Some people use them as a sign of happiness, some people use them as a sign of grief.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday, a very nice friend of mind gave me these &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;beautiful white roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (how did he even know that i loovvee white roses??).. do i like them? of course i like'em!! which girl on earth doesn't like to be given such beautiful flowers? but, i must question his intention of giving me the roses..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Some people say that pink roses represent happiness, yellow roses represent joy, red roses represent love&amp;passion, and white roses represents friendship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1528/3941/1600/photolicious0719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1528/3941/320/photolicious0719.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, I hope my 'giver' really means what the white roses represent, cause i really cant offer him anything else than pure friendship..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thank you for the beautiful roses!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420038-116256854106773012?l=mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/116256854106773012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420038&amp;postID=116256854106773012' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/116256854106773012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/116256854106773012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-do-flowers-mean-some-people-use.html' title=''/><author><name>Dyta Sitompul</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100241635245584747382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O6zwwAo1WJ4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/PabLj_iXjFc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420038.post-116204412881045437</id><published>2006-10-28T20:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T14:18:18.523+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Actually i dont really like poetry.. but I guess this poem represents me in a certain kind of way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the best poem by robert frost..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1528/3941/1600/rnt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1528/3941/320/rnt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Road Not Taken&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;And sorry I could not travel both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;And be one traveler, long I stood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;And looked down one as far as I could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;To where it bent in the undergrowth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Then took the other, as just as fair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;And having perhaps the better claim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Because it was grassy and wanted wear;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Though as for that the passing there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Had worn them really about the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;And both that morning equally lay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;In leaves no step had trodden black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Oh, I kept the first for another day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yet knowing how way leads on to way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I doubted if I should ever come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I shall be telling this with a sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Somewhere ages and ages hence:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I took the one less traveled by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;And that has made all the difference.&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/35420038-116204412881045437?l=mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/116204412881045437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420038&amp;postID=116204412881045437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/116204412881045437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/116204412881045437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/2006/10/actually-i-dont-really-like-poetry.html' title=''/><author><name>Dyta Sitompul</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100241635245584747382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O6zwwAo1WJ4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/PabLj_iXjFc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420038.post-116196791930708502</id><published>2006-10-27T23:47:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T20:09:15.996+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1528/3941/1600/ok%20go.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1528/3941/320/ok%20go.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever seen the "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;ok go&lt;/span&gt;" videoclip for the song "&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;here it goes again&lt;/span&gt;"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1528/3941/1600/ok%20go.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's so &lt;em&gt;hillarious&lt;/em&gt;!! and creative. you should see their live performance @ mtv vma's..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love it =)! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420038-116196791930708502?l=mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/116196791930708502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420038&amp;postID=116196791930708502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/116196791930708502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/116196791930708502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/2006/10/have-you-ever-seen-ok-go-videoclip-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Dyta Sitompul</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100241635245584747382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O6zwwAo1WJ4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/PabLj_iXjFc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420038.post-116196756405892499</id><published>2006-10-27T23:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T14:16:08.513+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1528/3941/1600/snake.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1528/3941/400/snake.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; me with a milksnake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1528/3941/1600/snake.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;snakes!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know some people must think I'm weird, but I think they're such &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; creatures.. Of course I'm only brave enough to hold tame ones.. But nevertheless, I luv'em =) !! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Here are some snakes I like..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1528/3941/1600/emerald%20tree%20boa%20corallus%20caninus.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1528/3941/320/emerald%20tree%20boa%20corallus%20caninus.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;emerald tree boa Corallus caninus Snake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1528/3941/1600/rainbow%20boa%20snake.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1528/3941/320/rainbow%20boa%20snake.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; rainbow boa snake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1528/3941/1600/eastern%20milk%20snake.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1528/3941/320/eastern%20milk%20snake.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eastern milk snake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1528/3941/1600/eastern%20milk%20snake.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1528/3941/1600/emerald%20tree%20boa%20corallus%20caninus.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1528/3941/1600/rainbow%20boa%20snake.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish someday I could have one of my own.. &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420038-116196756405892499?l=mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/116196756405892499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420038&amp;postID=116196756405892499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/116196756405892499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/116196756405892499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/2006/10/me-with-milksnake-i-love-snakes-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Dyta Sitompul</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100241635245584747382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O6zwwAo1WJ4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/PabLj_iXjFc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420038.post-116196560755534941</id><published>2006-10-27T23:05:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T23:13:27.563+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; clumsy ='( !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've read my friendster blog you'll know what I mean.. You know, about my high heels getting stuck in an escalator thing?? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;How much clumsy could get??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you'll never know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one. Last night I was walking down the street with my girls after having dinner. Suddenly.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Brakk!!&lt;/span&gt; My head hit a signpost!! And the worst thing is, it fell off!! Well, at least half of it did. Can u imagine how humiliating that was, and it really hurts you know.. It was made out of wood for gods sake!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420038-116196560755534941?l=mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/116196560755534941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420038&amp;postID=116196560755534941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/116196560755534941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/116196560755534941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-so-clumsy-if-youve-read-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Dyta Sitompul</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100241635245584747382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O6zwwAo1WJ4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/PabLj_iXjFc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420038.post-116029079015478146</id><published>2006-10-08T13:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T14:02:23.546+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1528/3941/1600/alonso1-rg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1528/3941/320/alonso1-rg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurray!!! Alonso wins the Japanese Grandprix!! Making him in the lead of the championships with 10 points ahead of rival Michael Shcumacher who retired because of an engine failure..&lt;br /&gt;The win puts Alonso ten points ahead of Schumacher in the Drivers' Championship, needing to score only one point in the final race in Brazil in two weeks to clinch the title - no matter how Schumacher finishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, my Kimi finished fifth, which is quite satisfying, regarding his start from the 11th grid..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420038-116029079015478146?l=mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/116029079015478146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420038&amp;postID=116029079015478146' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/116029079015478146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/116029079015478146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/2006/10/hurray-alonso-wins-japanese-grandprix.html' title=''/><author><name>Dyta Sitompul</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100241635245584747382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O6zwwAo1WJ4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/PabLj_iXjFc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420038.post-115997886530144147</id><published>2006-10-04T23:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T23:21:05.303+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1528/3941/1600/9780451528193L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1528/3941/320/9780451528193L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Do you know what I really like? I mean ‘&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt;’, that you just cant get enough of it and you cant live a day without it? Books!! Well, anything readible actually.. A little cliche, but whatever! My favourite book of all times is ‘&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Twenty Thousand Leagues Under The Sea&lt;/span&gt;” by &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Jules Verne&lt;/span&gt;. This book is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;magnificent&lt;/span&gt;! The mother of all science fiction books!! How could somebody who lives in the 1800s even predict (with beautiful details) a submarine? And all of it supported with the physical, mathematical, geographical and marine calculation? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Salute to Captain Nemo =) !!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420038-115997886530144147?l=mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/115997886530144147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420038&amp;postID=115997886530144147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/115997886530144147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/115997886530144147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/2006/10/do-you-know-what-i-really-like-i-mean.html' title=''/><author><name>Dyta Sitompul</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100241635245584747382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O6zwwAo1WJ4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/PabLj_iXjFc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420038.post-115997779891988838</id><published>2006-10-04T22:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T23:03:18.920+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1528/3941/1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1528/3941/200/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1528/3941/1600/kimi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1528/3941/200/kimi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Who do you choose &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Schumi &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Alonso&lt;/span&gt;? I personnally prefer &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Kimi Raikonnen&lt;/span&gt;. But, for the championship win? Alonso of course!! Schumi is becoming too arogant. Too bad the renault team misjudged the tyre conditions in Shanghai last Sunday. If not, Alonso would definitely win the race! The last race in Shanghai was so tense, I couldn’t put my eyes of the TV.. The real downfall for me was when ‘&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;my Kimi&lt;/span&gt;’ was out of the race because of his engine. He had a great start and was so fast in the beginning laps!! Boo hoo.. poor Kimi.. =( . Well, hopefully better luck for Alonso in Suzuka &amp;amp; Brazil, and even better luck for Kimi!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420038-115997779891988838?l=mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/115997779891988838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420038&amp;postID=115997779891988838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/115997779891988838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/115997779891988838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/2006/10/who-do-you-choose-schumi-or-alonso-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Dyta Sitompul</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100241635245584747382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O6zwwAo1WJ4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/PabLj_iXjFc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420038.post-115997750413099881</id><published>2006-10-04T22:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T23:07:52.436+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1528/3941/1600/untitled.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1528/3941/200/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1528/3941/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok, hey everybody. Well, this seems like the first ‘edition’ of my blog.. I am not quite sure yet about what I’m gonna write here.. but, hopefully something useful and enjoyable for anybody who reads it.. If not.. Well, I dont really I dont care! Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah well, enough with the intro.. Let us begin..So, just layback, relax and enjoy =)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35420038-115997750413099881?l=mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/feeds/115997750413099881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35420038&amp;postID=115997750413099881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/115997750413099881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35420038/posts/default/115997750413099881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mymomentofsolitude.blogspot.com/2006/10/ok-hey-everybody.html' title=''/><author><name>Dyta Sitompul</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100241635245584747382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-O6zwwAo1WJ4/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALk/PabLj_iXjFc/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
