<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554751002029389172</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2009 11:46:27 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>My w0rLd of w0rdS－我的经验</title><description>World is no world without words. 
You have to speak it out!</description><link>http://gitaarimanda.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Gita Arimanda)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554751002029389172.post-5469605386863723468</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Jul 2008 11:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-12T04:54:20.950-07:00</atom:updated><title>Here goes another blog</title><description>Hi all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I move my blog to &lt;a href="http://www.gitaarimanda.wordpress.com"&gt;wordpress&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gitaarimanda.wordpress.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gita&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Never feel proud of WHAT you've done
feel proud of HOW you've done&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554751002029389172-5469605386863723468?l=gitaarimanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gitaarimanda.blogspot.com/2008/07/here-goes-another-blog.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gita Arimanda)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554751002029389172.post-577981347330222964</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Jun 2008 19:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-14T12:29:55.381-07:00</atom:updated><title>Pindah</title><description>Blog saya pindah ke &lt;a href="http://www.gitaarimanda.wordpress.com"&gt;www.gitaarimanda.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Please visit :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Never feel proud of WHAT you've done
feel proud of HOW you've done&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554751002029389172-577981347330222964?l=gitaarimanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gitaarimanda.blogspot.com/2008/06/pindah.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gita Arimanda)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554751002029389172.post-2942000560234084558</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Jan 2008 11:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-06T03:31:30.861-08:00</atom:updated><title>Do You Follow Your Head or Your Heart?</title><description>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Follow Your Head&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/doyoufollowyourheadoryourheartquiz/head.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're rational, collected, and logical.&lt;br /&gt;Generally, it takes you quite a while to fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, you've even been accused of being very picky.&lt;br /&gt;While you're cool, you're not ice cold.&lt;br /&gt;You just know what you want, and don't mind waiting to get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyoufollowyourheadoryourheartquiz/"&gt;Do You Follow Your Head or Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Izzit?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Never feel proud of WHAT you've done
feel proud of HOW you've done&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554751002029389172-2942000560234084558?l=gitaarimanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gitaarimanda.blogspot.com/2008/01/do-you-follow-your-head-or-your-heart.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gita Arimanda)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554751002029389172.post-898545977145742827</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Jan 2008 11:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-06T03:23:02.412-08:00</atom:updated><title>What Modern US President Are You Most Like?</title><description>And this one is quite interesting. These are the questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Which of these foods is your favorite?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;input name="one" value="2" type="radio"&gt;McDonald's Egg McMuffins&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;input name="one" value="1" type="radio"&gt;Mexican food&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;input name="one" value="3" type="radio"&gt;Pork rinds&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;input name="one" value="6" type="radio"&gt;Clam chowder&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;input name="one" value="5" type="radio"&gt;Meatloaf&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;input name="one" value="4" type="radio"&gt;Jelly beans&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;What kind of hobbies or activities you do you most enjoy?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;input name="two" value="6" type="radio"&gt;Sailing and swimming&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;input name="two" value="1" type="radio"&gt;Reading and playing baseball&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;input name="two" value="3" type="radio"&gt;Tennis and fishing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;input name="two" value="2" type="radio"&gt;Jogging and playing the saxophone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;input name="two" value="4" type="radio"&gt;Horse back riding&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;input name="two" value="5" type="radio"&gt;Bowling and playing piano&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;What issue are you most passionate about?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;input name="three" value="1" type="radio"&gt;The War Against Terror&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;input name="three" value="6" type="radio"&gt;Equal rights for all&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;input name="three" value="5" type="radio"&gt;Establishing friendly relationships with other countries&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;input name="three" value="2" type="radio"&gt;Universal health care&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;input name="three" value="3" type="radio"&gt;Promoting democracy around the world&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;input name="three" value="4" type="radio"&gt;Lowering taxes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;What was your early life like?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;input name="four" value="2" type="radio"&gt;Your family was fairly poor, and your dad wasn't really in the picture&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;input name="four" value="1" type="radio"&gt;You rebelled against your parents quite a bit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;input name="four" value="3" type="radio"&gt;You had an All American upbringing, with a good education&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;input name="four" value="6" type="radio"&gt;You had lots of bright, interesting siblings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;input name="four" value="5" type="radio"&gt;You had a conservative and traditional upbringing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;input name="four" value="4" type="radio"&gt;Your talents brought you early success in life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Which of these quotes would you be most likely to say?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;input name="five" value="5" type="radio"&gt;"Don't try to take on a new personality; it doesn't work."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;input name="five" value="2" type="radio"&gt;"Character is a journey, not a destination."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;input name="five" value="3" type="radio"&gt;"People say I'm indecisive, but I don't know about that."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;input name="five" value="6" type="radio"&gt;"Forgive your enemies, but never forget their names."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;input name="five" value="4" type="radio"&gt;"Freedom is never more than one generation away from extinction"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;input name="five" value="1" type="radio"&gt;"I see this glass not half-empty, but half-full and more."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is the result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Most Like Richard Nixon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatmodernuspresidentareyoumostlikequiz/nixon.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh sure, you give people plenty of reasons to call you "Tricky Dick."&lt;br /&gt;But you're actually quite diplomatic, even though you secretly hate your enemies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatmodernuspresidentareyoumostlikequiz/"&gt;What Modern US President Are You Most Like?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahhahahaha....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Never feel proud of WHAT you've done
feel proud of HOW you've done&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554751002029389172-898545977145742827?l=gitaarimanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gitaarimanda.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-modern-us-president-are-you-most.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gita Arimanda)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554751002029389172.post-1144298951980802827</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Jan 2008 11:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-06T03:23:52.724-08:00</atom:updated><title>What Kind of Flirty Girl Are You?</title><description>And this one is just so silly! I mean...ugh come on! lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Coy Flirt!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofflirtygirlareyouquiz/coy-flirt.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not so much a flirt as the type of girl who draws flirts in&lt;br /&gt;While you look like you're just relaxing, secretly you've got your game on&lt;br /&gt;A little look here, a little wink there... you give men the encouragement they crave&lt;br /&gt;And in return, they flirt up a storm with you - while you just sit and smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofflirtygirlareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Flirty Girl Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Never feel proud of WHAT you've done
feel proud of HOW you've done&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554751002029389172-1144298951980802827?l=gitaarimanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gitaarimanda.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-kind-of-flirty-girl-are-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gita Arimanda)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554751002029389172.post-263675809270710532</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Jan 2008 11:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-06T03:17:19.936-08:00</atom:updated><title>What Does Your Name Mean?</title><description>The "What's your personality?" test site indeed hs a whole lot more.&lt;br /&gt;You can check out some random tests, just for fun.&lt;br /&gt;Below is one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Gita Arimanda Means&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoesyournamemeanquiz/name.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G is for Giddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I is for Influential&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T is for Tolerant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A is for Amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A is for Abstract&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R is for Rebellious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I is for Impassioned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M is for Magnificent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A is for Adaptable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N is for Normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D is for Dizzy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A is for Altruistic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyournamemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Name Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Never feel proud of WHAT you've done
feel proud of HOW you've done&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554751002029389172-263675809270710532?l=gitaarimanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gitaarimanda.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-does-your-name-mean.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gita Arimanda)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554751002029389172.post-8331153058246810810</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Jan 2008 02:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-02T18:47:49.587-08:00</atom:updated><title>What's your personality type?</title><description>Got this from a friend who got it from another friend who got it also from another friend of his own (kinda long, endless chain isn;t it?)&lt;br /&gt;And this is the result.&lt;br /&gt;Well, you judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are An ESFP&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/esfp.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Performer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a natural performer and happiest when you're entertaining others.&lt;br /&gt;A great friend, you are generous, fun-loving and optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;You love to laugh - and you like almost all people equally.&lt;br /&gt;You accept life as it is, and you do your best to make each day fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you are a smooth talker and incorrigible flirt.&lt;br /&gt;While you get into relationships easily, you don't tend to stick around when times get tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, you do well in groups. You keep everyone laughing through difficult tasks.&lt;br /&gt;You would make a good actor, designer, or counselor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you see yourself: Capable, fair, and efficient&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When other people don't get you, they see you as: Incompetent, stubborn, and silly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/"&gt;What's Your Personality Type?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Never feel proud of WHAT you've done
feel proud of HOW you've done&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554751002029389172-8331153058246810810?l=gitaarimanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gitaarimanda.blogspot.com/2008/01/whats-your-personality-type.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gita Arimanda)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554751002029389172.post-134388566027028100</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Nov 2007 05:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-05T21:44:51.528-08:00</atom:updated><title>Satu Persatu Mereka Pergi....</title><description>Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi rajiun....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu lagi temanku menghadap Allah SWT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reza Firmansyah Mulyono&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Reza meninggal setelah &lt;a href="http://gitaarimanda.blogspot.com/2007/05/tribute-to-reza-arba-da-silva.html"&gt;kematian Reza Arba&lt;/a&gt; Mei lalu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reza F.M. meninggal karena kanker paru2. Teman2 cerita bahwa dia telah berjuang sangat hebat melawan penyakitnya....tapi apa mau dikata....Allah berkehendak lain. Ia meninggal pada usia 20 tahun. Masih sangat muda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Budi bilang, "kenapa ya Git temen2 kita banyak yang diambil?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nggak tau bud...bener2 nggak tau....takdir....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan kita nggak akan pernah tau jika mungkin besok adalah giliran kita.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Never feel proud of WHAT you've done
feel proud of HOW you've done&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554751002029389172-134388566027028100?l=gitaarimanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gitaarimanda.blogspot.com/2007/11/satu-persatu-mereka-pergi.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gita Arimanda)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554751002029389172.post-9134307847443782109</guid><pubDate>Sun, 28 Oct 2007 05:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-27T22:57:33.911-07:00</atom:updated><title>我旅行的经验</title><description>&lt;span style=""&gt;在二ＯＯ五，我跟我的朋友去中国了。我们去了北京和上海。我们去那里一个星期，中国有夏天。北京的天气很热，很不舒服。气温最高三十三度，没有下雨，每天如晴天。但是我很高兴因为如果下雨我不会走走看。 &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;我们去那里旅行团。我没有订机票和酒店自己。从印尼到中国差不多八个小时。我们搭新航的飞机。我爱新航因为新航的飞机很方便。虽然旅行很远，但是我没有觉得没有兴趣因为我会看电影。新航的小吃也很好吃。&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;在北京我们参观天安门广场和万里长城。万里长城很远走，我们觉得很 (lei). 可是,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;风景很漂亮。气温也比较凉快。我跟朋友照很多相。天安门广场也很美丽。在那里，我们买很多纪念品因为在北京东西很便宜。我们要买纪念品给家人和同学。 &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;在上海的浦东河，我们坐船。我们也参观上海塔。我觉得上海非常有趣。上海是一个又漂亮又时髦的城市。我最爱上海的晚上，有很多灯光所以很好看。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;下面是二个相我照在北京：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jRFe7bbE_FE/RyQjKAokUCI/AAAAAAAAALQ/N-jzG1SMQDg/s1600-h/great+wall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jRFe7bbE_FE/RyQjKAokUCI/AAAAAAAAALQ/N-jzG1SMQDg/s320/great+wall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126260930730283042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;我跟朋友在万里 长城&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jRFe7bbE_FE/RyQjKgokUDI/AAAAAAAAALY/vG8KN4iF_sU/s1600-h/tian%27an+men+square.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jRFe7bbE_FE/RyQjKgokUDI/AAAAAAAAALY/vG8KN4iF_sU/s320/tian%27an+men+square.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126260939320217650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;我跟朋友在天安门广场前面&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;*Does anybody know how to write "lei"="tired" in hanzi?&lt;br /&gt;*一个人知道 "lei" 汉字怎么写吗?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*This article is actually my LC81 Chinese II final essay, but I think it's also nice to blog it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Never feel proud of WHAT you've done
feel proud of HOW you've done&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554751002029389172-9134307847443782109?l=gitaarimanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gitaarimanda.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gita Arimanda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jRFe7bbE_FE/RyQjKAokUCI/AAAAAAAAALQ/N-jzG1SMQDg/s72-c/great+wall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554751002029389172.post-7890980329232867348</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Oct 2007 08:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-20T01:56:28.586-07:00</atom:updated><title>Oracle ThinkQuest Appreciation Dinner</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last night our team was invited by Oracle for ThinkQuest Appreciation Dinner. Our team was to showcase our project to the guests and audience coming mainly from Oracle Singapore and media press.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why this dinner was held was to appreciate "Singapore's" success in ThinkQuest (TQ) Competition. Singapore has been competing for TQ since 1996 or so. And in TQ 2007, 8 out of 47 Singapore-based teams who submitted their works were included in 30 top TQ participants. Raffless Institute and Hwa Chong JC were two strong team that keep appearing on TQ Winners List. There's even a guy who repeatedly won TQ every year from 1996 till the last year he was eligible for becoming "student" in that competition. Not satisfied for quitting the competition, he became an assistant coach in 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee, it reminds me to my assistant coach for TQ 2008, &lt;a href="http://www.serendipified.com/"&gt;Sigit Adinugroho&lt;/a&gt;. He's a graduate from ITB-FSRD and has been in TQ for 3 times in a row. Not to mention my own coach , &lt;a href="http://www.ntu.edu.sg/home/aadas/"&gt;Mr.Amit Das&lt;/a&gt;. He seems to be addicted to TQ as he kept bringing his team as winners for 3 times in a row as well, two winning teams for each year. He also trained his one-and-only (veerrry cute!) son Arun. Arun is just 11 years old now but he has been TQ winner for 2 years in a row. His first TQ work was a collaboration with Sigit as his asst coach. And this year he's collaborating with his Dad in the competition. How sweet is that!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jRFe7bbE_FE/Rxm_8JstDsI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Y7yk561TF8g/s1600-h/DSCF3036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jRFe7bbE_FE/Rxm_8JstDsI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Y7yk561TF8g/s320/DSCF3036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123337091227127490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Arun and Dr.Das&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Unfortunately only Pranav and I were presenting. Sparsh had to battle for his Business Plan Competition in which the team he led came the fourth. He came late for the dinner. So did Devayan as he was attending the HSBC career talk (yeah..he is a comp engineer but his goal is to be an investment banker!). And here are the NTU folks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jRFe7bbE_FE/Rxm_8pstDtI/AAAAAAAAAK8/pvVxFn6Vp8k/s1600-h/DSCF3038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jRFe7bbE_FE/Rxm_8pstDtI/AAAAAAAAAK8/pvVxFn6Vp8k/s320/DSCF3038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123337099817062098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pranav, me, Sparsh, Devayan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jRFe7bbE_FE/Rxm_85stDuI/AAAAAAAAALE/hubAcnNx85A/s1600-h/DSCF3033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jRFe7bbE_FE/Rxm_85stDuI/AAAAAAAAALE/hubAcnNx85A/s320/DSCF3033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123337104112029410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;NTU folks (minus Devayan) with Dr.Das, Mrs.Das, cutie Arun, and Arun's teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been a great pleasure working with this team.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna miss our time guys.&lt;br /&gt;Goodluck for our future.&lt;br /&gt;Hiossh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Never feel proud of WHAT you've done
feel proud of HOW you've done&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554751002029389172-7890980329232867348?l=gitaarimanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gitaarimanda.blogspot.com/2007/10/oracle-thinkquest-appreciation-dinner.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gita Arimanda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jRFe7bbE_FE/Rxm_8JstDsI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Y7yk561TF8g/s72-c/DSCF3036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554751002029389172.post-6449476551219821179</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Oct 2007 02:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-14T20:04:30.487-07:00</atom:updated><title>Lebaran</title><description>&lt;blockquote&gt;Pertama2 aku mohon maaf kepada semua pembaca kalo2 ada salah&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri bagi yang merayakan&lt;br /&gt;Taqabbalallahu minna wa minkum...taqabbal ya kariim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berapa hari terakhir banyak temen2 indo yang ngebuzz2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Git, pulang nggak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Git, bali git! po ra kangen karo ngomah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Git, mau ada halal bihalal loh git!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Di Singapur ya git? Lebaran cuman libur satu hari ya? Disana bakal rame g? ngapain aja kalo lebaran?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan banyaaaaak lagi pertanyaan yang lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jawabannya pun standar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Ra bali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Iya libur cuman satu hari T_T ...padahal sabtu emang hari libur T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;G pulang, g ada duit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Iya di singapur. Sini bakalan solat di KBRI sih.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sholat Ied di KBRI...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;itu yang paling dinanti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;tapi ternyata...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Bangun kesiangaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ditinggal bus!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Masya Allah salah apa aku ini, alarm bunyi pun g kedengeran, huhuhu g biasanya T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Kalo g solat karna ABC mah gpp (ABC=Allah Bagi Cuti)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Lah ini T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Dan akhirnya cuman lebaran di kamar dengan suara takbir dari iTunes dan sekaleng Seasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ngadep komputer sambil ngerjain Balanced Scorecard yang sempet tertunda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Jangan2 ini hukuman gara2 dari kemaren ngeslack project.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Kecewa bukan main.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Mau nangis nggak guna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Kata &lt;a href="http://www.kisahdibalikhutanbambu.blogspot.com"&gt;Suhu&lt;/a&gt; ini sunk cost, not relevant to future calculation, alias g ngepek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Akhirnya cuman duduk lemes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Bukan cuman itu, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;hinaan dan cemoohan&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; pertanyaan2 dan cerita2 yang bikin mupeng datang bertubi2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; serius,Git? ketiduran?? waahh... sayang sekalii..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; btw, satenya enak banget lhooo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; wekekkeke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;bangun git! Bis lebarannya udah mau jalan! :p kekekeke...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;iye, tapi gak sampe harus bolos ke KBRI sih, kekeke (maaf lahir batin lagi git :p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; tadi pagi kemana??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; Anyway, jadi kan lebaran tahun ini jadi gk terlupakan ya, :D !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; tadi pagi ketiduran ya? hahaha.. (lihat pic untuk mengetahui bagaimana keadaan di KBRI tadi&gt;&gt;gambar orang ketawa2 ambil makan sate)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;ini loh git foto waktu di KBRI tadi! (lagi2 foto orang gembira ria)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan lain sebagainya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gita,&lt;br /&gt;yang masih nelangsa sampai beberapa hari setelah lebaran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;padahal baju baru udah disetrika rapiiiiih dan digantung, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;biar g telat berangkat T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Never feel proud of WHAT you've done
feel proud of HOW you've done&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554751002029389172-6449476551219821179?l=gitaarimanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gitaarimanda.blogspot.com/2007/10/lebaran.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gita Arimanda)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554751002029389172.post-4432044896737174382</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Oct 2007 12:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-05T07:26:38.082-07:00</atom:updated><title>Life is Hard</title><description>Life is hard&lt;br /&gt;hard...&lt;br /&gt;HARD...&lt;br /&gt;H-A-R-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U wanna improve?&lt;br /&gt;Make change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People tell you you're incapable?&lt;br /&gt;Be deaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The challenge is too difficult?&lt;br /&gt;Put your best effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afraid of falling?&lt;br /&gt;Afraid of getting beyond your comfort zone?&lt;br /&gt;You're doomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like noone can help you?&lt;br /&gt;Allah does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You believe in yourself&lt;br /&gt;You believe in Him&lt;br /&gt;You believe in His mercy&lt;br /&gt;Then you C-A-N!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Never feel proud of WHAT you've done
feel proud of HOW you've done&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554751002029389172-4432044896737174382?l=gitaarimanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gitaarimanda.blogspot.com/2007/10/life-is-hard.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gita Arimanda)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554751002029389172.post-1376166866451077301</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Sep 2007 01:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-25T08:51:40.448-07:00</atom:updated><title>Apa kabar dunia?</title><description>Sudah satu bulan lebih sejak post terakhirku :P&lt;br /&gt;How's life going so far?&lt;br /&gt;Great, Insya Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, banyak cerita2 yang belum sempat tersampaikan lewat kata. Mulai dari ribut2 pindah specialization. Lalu lima minggu nggak dapet2 kamar which means harus numpang dan merepotkan kakak2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cerita skoting nggak cuman skoting doang. Cerita skoting pun nggak cuman di satu tempat doang. Dari hall 4, main kucing2an sama General Officenya, sempat ketangkap dua kali &lt;s&gt;untung nggak dipenjara&lt;/s&gt; untung nggak diban dari hall application. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dan karna masalah ketangkep skoting itu, aku jadi kenal baik dengan Diyana&lt;/span&gt;, freshie yang akhirnya tinggal di bekas kamar Maryati. Diyana, seorang Singaporean yang sampai detik diturunkannya tulisan ini belum pernah lihat yang namanya Orchard dan Merlion karna dia dilahirkan di Brunai dan dibesarkan di Malaysia seumur hidupnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muak dikejar2 GO Hall 4 aku pindah skoting ke hall 12 blok 60, tempat Kak Sari dan Kak Fanny. Nggak cuma satu kamar. Selama beberapa hari barang2ku ngendon di kamar Kak Atik dan Kak icha. Malam aku tidur di Kak SariFanny, siang aku hidup di kamar Kak AtikIcha. Setelah satu mingguan, aku resmi pindah seluruhnya ke kamar Kak SariFanny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasanya skoting di situ? Seneng banget, tapi nelangsa juga. Seneng karna kakak2 ini baik banget,apalagi waku kaki sempet keseleo karna latihan tari closing IAF &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(karna keseleo itu aku g jadi ikutan tari closing, dan memang ada hikmahnya. Ternyata pas hari H penarinya cuman pake tank top T_T).  &lt;/span&gt;Setiap hari kakak2 masakin aku, "Gita mau makan apa hari ini?" atau pas Kak Fanny mau keluar ,"Kakak mau ke Orchard, Gita mau dibeliin Ayam Penyet? Orang sakit itu harus dimanja..." Sumpah rasanya kayak surga. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sejak saat itupun, hubungan aku dan kakak2 semakin dekat. Aku punya keluarga baru yang sangat menyayangi aku. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuman nelangsa juga. Pas kaki bengkak menggelembung, nggak ada satupun sepatuku yang muat, sandal jepit juga g muat. Akhirnya pake sepatu sandal Kak Fanny yang bisa diadjust ukurannya, bahkan untuk kaki kananku yang udah sebesar gajah. Thank you kakak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numpang means that aku g punya tempat penyimpanan. Padahal koperku udah g cukup lagi menampung semua, secara aku ngambil beberapa barang tambahan yg aku titipin di bang bhro. Akhirnya aku tempatin mereka di dalam kardus kertas A4 yang aku ambil dari library, lalu aku masukin kolong tempat tidur. Mereka "laci" sementaraku. Kardus itu juga bisa dialihfungsikan jadi meja belajar, atau meja tempat makan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not be ungrateful for this. I have been so lucky for having them taking care of me in their room, allowing me to sleep and rest my body there. I thank them so much. Though, aku jadi ingat Harry Potter yang tinggal di bawah tangga. Apalagi ketika hampir semua teman &lt;s&gt;yang dulunya &lt;/s&gt;seperjuangan  satu persatu dapat kamar, say goodbye to "skoting" dan memulai semester baru mereka dengan tempat tidur, lemari, dan meja mereka yang baru. Dengan alamat baru. Hidup baru. Sementara inbox NTU mailku tidak menunjukkan tanda apapun. Sampai2 aku lupa berharap agar ada email dari general office hall yang nyasar masuk inboxku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segala cara sudah ditempuh. Mulai dari email pertama ke SAO. Email kedua ke SAO. Datang ke SAO dan berusaha nangis2 agar cepet di-allocated. Semua ditolak dengan alasan yang sama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;understand&lt;/span&gt; the despair of those who have not been allocated a room. But  we do not have authority for this, Miss. The allocation is only based on random selection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Pengen rasanya teriak, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Understand..understand gundulmu. They do not understand at all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tapi untung aku sadar itu tidak membantu sama sekali. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yet, deep inside I still believe, He will not let me suffer. Minggu kelima, keenam, ketujuh, bahkan tepat sebelum exam pun, insya Allah aku pasti dapat kamar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Dan benarlah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awal minggu kelima(atau akhir minggu ya?) ada email yang datangnya tak disangka2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sender : Hall 15 general office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear  Applicants, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We are pleased to offer you admission into Hall od Residence 15 for the academic year of 2007/2008 blah blah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pesan moral :&lt;br /&gt;Jangan pernah putus asa. Allah pasti menolong kita jika kita sabar dan tabah menghadapi cobaannya.&lt;br /&gt;Selain itu, di setiap musibah pasti ada hikmah. Contohnya? Sudah dicetak tebal :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Tribute to (in order of appearance? :P) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Kak Feny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;, atas tumpangan kamarnya selama satu minggu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Maryati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;, teman berbagi suka duka selama dikejar2 Hall 4 Office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Kak Fanny, Kak Sari, Kak Atik, Kak Icha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;...Lotsa lotsa lotsa thanks to you for everything. Semoga Allah membalas budi kalian dengan berkah yang berlimpah. Amiin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Nolang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; dan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Budi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;,  yang sudah bantuin pindahan dari hall 4 ke hall 12, hall 12 ke hall 15, yang sering aku repotin selama aku skoting, yang nganterin ke MC waktu kakiku keseleo, yang selalu mensupport aku selama masa2 full of despair. Thank you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Bang Bhro, Indra, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;dan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dedek Danil&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;yang udah bantuin pindahan dari hall 8 ke hall 15. Makasih banget...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Bang Wuri, Yosafat, Yuli, Bang Aninto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;, atas pinjaman baju, jaket, topi, sepatu, dan sabuk (huhuhu nggak modal bangeT_T) untuk GL performance. Thank you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Adela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;, atas saran2nya yang sangat berguna untuk dapat hall. Thank you gurl! You are really street smart!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Piringers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;, atas supportnya selama kakiku tidak bisa di-utilized untuk menari. You guys keep me moving on. We made it thru IAF!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semua pihak yang sudah sangat berjasa yang tidak bisa disebutkan satu persatu. Thank you very much...You gave me strength to go thru all these....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Never feel proud of WHAT you've done
feel proud of HOW you've done&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554751002029389172-1376166866451077301?l=gitaarimanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gitaarimanda.blogspot.com/2007/09/apa-kabar-dunia.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gita Arimanda)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554751002029389172.post-1931652890936830762</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Aug 2007 23:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-06T17:12:23.296-07:00</atom:updated><title>Thinkquest + Exams : HELP!!! (I mean it!)</title><description>My team, The Credibles, has been working really hard on our project. Especially NTU mates: Sparsh, Pranav, Devayan, and me. Working overtime? We'd had it.&lt;br /&gt;Flashing back to those almost-the-deadline days; we had to stay up all night, compiling the website, even without any meals as it was sunday and no canteens were opened! (luckily we had our chips!) Plus it was Dina's birthday. I as a little bit hesitated to leave my work at midnite as othes were still working too in the TR. But Devayan forced me to go as he didn't want me to miss my roomie's birthday. I was so relieved for being told to go and come back an hour later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it's all paid off.&lt;br /&gt;Just when I got on the car, just arriving from Singapore and about to get back home, Pranav sent me an SMS from India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hi Pranav here. Congratz v won Thinkquest the second place! Enjoy ur holiday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pranav, now in India. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alhamdulillah...Allah's great....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's now a dilemma. The prize includes a round trip to San Fransisco at 11-15 November, which means that it's gonna be at the same day with my first core exam, 15 November, BA218, Math of Finance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the very beginning, going to SF was not my main objective for joining the team. My objectives were for obtaining the knowledge and the experience, filling my CV, and grabbing the laptop prize worth 1,250 USD. I dun really wanna go there, just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My concern is about the exam. Let's say, I can manage to drop my core, which is only offered in sem 1 and being a pre-requisite, by the help of the School Dean. I'll still have a whole-week exams the following days when I got back. And the one-week trip would be very busy that I won't have time to prepare the exams, which means that I have to work extra hard in the mid sem. I've got dance preparation for IAF in August-September. So it means to me that October's gonna be the toiling, torturing month. Plus my last messy sem record. Plus all the fuss in applying for a US visa. Plus all the rush in the exam. Seems that they all add up to a NO answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you were in my position, whaddayasay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Never feel proud of WHAT you've done
feel proud of HOW you've done&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554751002029389172-1931652890936830762?l=gitaarimanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gitaarimanda.blogspot.com/2007/08/thinkquest-exams-help-i-mean-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gita Arimanda)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>18</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554751002029389172.post-6855379276077476629</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Jun 2007 07:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-12T00:55:19.088-07:00</atom:updated><title>Groom of High Demand?</title><description>Rasanya aneh juga waktu mengakses business section di bbc.co.uk.&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa?&lt;br /&gt;Karena artikelnya bukan tentang pasar saham ataupun oil market, tapi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"India's IT Marriage Boom"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artikel ini mengulas tentang tren yang sedang berkembang di groom market India. Ternyata calon suami yang demandnya tinggi adalah para IT professional, alih-alih akuntan atau government employees seperti tren yang berkembang jaman ibu-ibunya gadis India masih gadis (nah lo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hal ini memang nggak lepas dari berkembangnya ekonomi India yang notabene sebagian besar karena perkembangan teknologi informasinya. Jasa outsourcing mencapai seperlima dari 9% pertumbuhan ekonominya. Dan angka ini diprediksikan akan naik menjadi sepersepuluhnya pada tahun 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outsourcing naik, IT job demand naik.&lt;br /&gt;IT job demand naik, IT salary naik.&lt;br /&gt;IT salary naik, demand calon suami berprofesi IT pun naik :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makanya para IT geek, nerd, dan computer whiz merasa ketiban duren.&lt;br /&gt;Pucuk dicinta ulam tiba.&lt;br /&gt;Komentar yang datang dari mereka pun lucu-lucu :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;"I think it's fabulous that we're now in such hot demand"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;"Why not? If the Indian woman wants me, I think that's a very good thing!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;"I wish this had happened when I was younger, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;I would have been able to benefit from it at that time - now I'm married, so girls looking to marry me I'm afraid are out of luck!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tapi aku jadi bertanya-tanya...&lt;br /&gt;Kira2 groom market di Indonesia yang lagi high demand apa ya? Engineer? Alumni NTU? ^0^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sparsh, Devayan, Pranav : Masa depan kalian terjamin nak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reference : http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/business/6723385.stm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Never feel proud of WHAT you've done
feel proud of HOW you've done&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554751002029389172-6855379276077476629?l=gitaarimanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gitaarimanda.blogspot.com/2007/06/groom-of-high-demand.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gita Arimanda)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>13</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554751002029389172.post-362835152860970543</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 May 2007 20:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-23T13:58:37.311-07:00</atom:updated><title>MS 8006 : Ichiban</title><description>Apa itu MS 8006?&lt;br /&gt;Economics of manufacturing. PE HSS. Non examinable. Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelajaran ini basically persis seperti Teknik Industri. Tapi kami hanya belajar at a glance, ceteknya saja. Di sini kami mempelajari bagaimana cara mengefisienkan suatu proses produksi dengan konsep lean. Gampangnya, cut waktu &lt;s&gt;pekerja untuk kongkow2, bikin MILO, ngrokok, pedekate dan tidur siang&lt;/s&gt; produksi yang tidak perlu , padatkan lead time produksi, perbanyak volume, dan percepat cash turnover. Jowone, &lt;i&gt;gek ndang cepet etuk duit. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karena subject ini non examinable, yang ada hanyalah project. And project means team.&lt;br /&gt;Silakan membayangkan bentuk2 temen project saya. Yang jelas  &lt;s&gt;aku merasa di tengah-tengah anggota boyband!! Yeah! &lt;/s&gt; semuanya laki-laki.&lt;br /&gt;Tidak hanya 3 atau 4, tapi 6 guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Have I mentioned six? Yes, that's number after five. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Apa yang melatarbelakanginya?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenarnya banyak anak Indo yang ambil subject ini. Lantas kenapa saya tidak memilih mereka? &lt;s&gt;Yang ada mah kenapa mereka tidak memilih saya huhuhu...sob&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Yang jelas, saya adalah golongan terasing dalam LT waktu itu. Saya satu2nya anak business dari Indo, sementara yang lain adalah anak2 engineering yang sudah janjian untuk bareng2 ngambil subject ini. Dan karena mereka sudah even, saya lebih baik mundur.&lt;br /&gt;2. Main ama anak Indo, kumpul ama anak Indo, saur ama anak Indo, organisasi ama anak Indo, masa project ama anak Indo juga? Wah bedol desa itu namanya.&lt;br /&gt;3. Studying in Singapore gives more exposure towards cultural differences. Working with  vibrantly different people with different backgrounds is a challenge. Rasanya seneng loh bisa bertukar banyak pengalaman dengan mereka. I have ever worked with 4 Indian guys. Then why not with 6 Chinese Singaporean guys?&lt;br /&gt;4. Overall, guys are easier than girls. My marketing team was all girls. And I found it easier to work with guys. They are more easy going and they respect me as the only girl in team. And that means &lt;s&gt;yahoo!&lt;/s&gt; smoother coordination.&lt;br /&gt;5. Humm...Indo are my &lt;b&gt;friends&lt;/b&gt;. I dun want if something bad happens during the work affecting our friendship. I guess that's another dominant reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan jadilah! My team : I C H I B A N&lt;br /&gt;The team consists of me, Zhi Wei, Zhi Cheng, Jason, Li Xing, Edwin, and Ronald.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Attendance complete!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that several minutes ago I had to access the Photo gallery in edveNTUre,searching the names, matching 'em with the faces, make sure I dun make any mistakes? lol...&lt;br /&gt;Karna memang selama ini aku cuma hapal Jason dan Edwin. Selain karena kita bertiga memang yang paling cerewet di tim, nama mereka western. Edwin is an accountancy student, so we share a lot of things during the break time. He's really nice to chat with, honestly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan pagi ini kami akan bertualang di Tiong Bahru wet market, berinteraksi dengan aunti2 dan menganalisa cara kerja mereka. Yeah!! I'm coming guys!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Never feel proud of WHAT you've done
feel proud of HOW you've done&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554751002029389172-362835152860970543?l=gitaarimanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gitaarimanda.blogspot.com/2007/05/ms-8006-part-1.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gita Arimanda)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554751002029389172.post-3824514909125349808</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 May 2007 18:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-19T12:29:59.377-07:00</atom:updated><title>Masa Kecil</title><description>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ah, MKKB loe!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apa itu MKKB? setauku sih Masa Kecil Kurang Bahagia. Entah kalo ada singkatan lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang jelas, alhamdulillah masa kecilku sendiri penuh kebahagiaan (ayayayy). Walau bapak bilang waktu bayi aku dulu item, jelek &lt;s&gt;idup lagi&lt;/s&gt;, aku tetap bersyukur aku bisa dilahirkan ke dunia ini dan mengecap nikmatnya asam garam hidup (ceilahh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengenang beberapa detail usang yang aku temukan di beberapa sudut lobus otakku  membuatku sering tersenyum sendiri. Sungguh polos, khas anak yang masih kecil, yang masih percaya kalau kancil benar2 bisa bicara dan benar2 ada istana di ujung pelangi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apalagi kalau ingat cita-citaku waktu itu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Dek Gita kalo gede mau jadi apa sayang?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan aku sama sekali tidak setuju dengan Susan yang berkoar2 ingin menjadi &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doktel &lt;/span&gt;atau &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;insinyul &lt;/span&gt;di setiap lagunya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Atu....atu mau jadi....Putli Indonesya!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngimpi!!!! Wong muka aja pas-pasan kok mau jadi Putri Indonesia. &lt;s&gt;Ngaca dulu sana!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan impian itu memang tidak akan pernah terwujud sampa kapanpun....sigh....kenyataan memang kadang pahit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan waktu TK pun aku mengalami krisis seperti anak2 seumurku.&lt;br /&gt;Bukan. Bukan hatsu koi. Tapi krisis kepribadian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Aku nggak mau punya nama Gita. Apa itu? jelek. Gita. Gita. Gito. Gito Rollies. huaaaaaa..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padahal pada setiap tugas yang diberikan Ibu Guru, setiap anak diharuskan untuk menulis namanya di nomor terakhir. Mungkin tujuannya baik, agar setiap anak tahu bagaimana cara menulis namanya sendiri. Tapi aku paling benci. Aku nggak mau nulis &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gita Arimanda&lt;/span&gt;. "Nama apa itu?", pikirku dulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibu Guru : "Loh...ini kertas siapa ya? Kok namanya &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Intan Permata Mutiara&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;Telunjuk kecilku pun terangkat di udara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagiku dulu semua jenis perhiasan : intan, mutiara, permata, zamrud, ruby, bahkan emas, dan perak pun terdengar sangat keren untuk dijadikan nama.&lt;br /&gt;Lagipula ini gara2 temen2 sering meledekku dengan panggilan Gito Rollies.&lt;br /&gt;Gito Rollies yang kukenal waktu itu kan laki2 (sudah jelas), dah om2, tua, kribo, tatoan, rocker.&lt;br /&gt;Padahal idolaku waktu itu Cinderella dan Putri Salju...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Majalah nama2 bayi waktu mama masih mengandungku pun masih ada, dengan sebuah nama yang distabilo hijau di salah satu halamannya ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gita = lagu, himne, kidung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasanya terharu sekali ketika mama bercerita bagaimana senangnya aku dulu kalau disuruh maju Ibu Guru untuk menyanyi di depan kelas. Apalagi kalau ditunjuk pentas di RRI.&lt;br /&gt;Kalau malam mama sering mengajakku bermain di taman samping rumah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Dan inilah dia, penyanyi kita....Gita Arimanda!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Dengan kursi kecil sebagai panggung dan sisir di tanganku sebagai mikrofonnya, aku dengan semangat bernyanyi. Bukan bernyanyi bintang kecil ataupun balon ada lima. Tapi Kucing Angora, lagu ciptaanku sendiri. Dengan lirik dan nada yang super ngawur aku tetap cuek. Gaya? sampai sudah kehabisan ide mau gaya kayak gimana lagi. Yang jelas sinar bulan malam2 itu menjadi lampu sorotku di atas panggung. Panggung yang hanya menjadi milikku sendiri...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenangan-kenangan waktu itu tetap hidup di dalam benakku. Walau usang ia tidak berdebu. &lt;s&gt;Karena aku rajin mengelapnya setiap hari.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku bangga mama memberiku nama itu. Gita, lagu, kidung, himne...&lt;br /&gt;Terima kasih Mama...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Namun... ketakutan terbesar penghuni blok 42 akhirnya datang jua ketika Gita Arimanda (BUS/1) diharuskan pindah ke blok itu. Apalagi untuk Harsa, teman satu kelasnya yang sekarang tinggal tepat satu lantai di bawahnya. Setiap hari ia harus memakai sumbat telinga karena ada suara2 &lt;s&gt;gaib&lt;/s&gt; yang volumenya tidak tanggung-tanggung. Sepertinya Harsa harus pergi ke THT.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Credit goes to :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mama&lt;/span&gt;, yang selalu membesarkan hatiku. Engkau sungguh pahlawanku...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Teman2 SMA,&lt;/span&gt; yang dulu berteriak "turuuuun..turuuun" ketika prom. Sungguh kalian telah membuka mataku hahahahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Never feel proud of WHAT you've done
feel proud of HOW you've done&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554751002029389172-3824514909125349808?l=gitaarimanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gitaarimanda.blogspot.com/2007/05/masa-kecil.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gita Arimanda)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>27</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554751002029389172.post-933049053581290924</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 May 2007 10:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-19T03:56:18.718-07:00</atom:updated><title>Don't Sleep Away The Night</title><description>Another heart-melting song....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tomorrow's near, never I felt this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tomorrow, how empty it'll be that day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It tastes a bitter, obvious to tears to dried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To know that you're my only light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you, oh I need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, yes I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't sleep away this night my baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please stay with me at least 'till dawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It hurts to know another hour has gone by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And every minute is worthwhile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How many lonely days are there waiting for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How many seasons will flow over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'till the motions make my tears run dry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at the moments I should cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for I love you, oh I need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, yes I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't sleep away this night my baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please stay with me at least 'till dawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It hurts to know another hour has gone by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And every minute is worthwhile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It makes me so afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't sleep away this night my baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please stay with me at least 'till dawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It hurts to know another hour has gone by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The reason is still I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Never feel proud of WHAT you've done
feel proud of HOW you've done&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554751002029389172-933049053581290924?l=gitaarimanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gitaarimanda.blogspot.com/2007/05/dont-sleep-away-night.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gita Arimanda)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554751002029389172.post-8392744700207553169</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 May 2007 19:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-18T13:04:42.833-07:00</atom:updated><title>I Love You Honey</title><description>Buat Anda yang sudah punya pasangan mungkin biasa mengucapkan kalimat ini untuk pasangan Anda, baik secara langsung, lewat surat, email, comment di FS, maupun SMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masalahnya adalah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kalo kalimat itu tidak sampai ke pasangan Anda &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pernah ada kejadian menghebohkan di rumah. Semua itu diawali dari kebiasaan rutin mama ngecek HP bapak.&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa musti dicek? Nggak tau, dah kebiasaan aja, pengen tau rutinitas suami tercinta kali yeyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ekspresi muka mama yang tadinya santai berubah menjadi kaku. Matanya tertumbuk pada sederet kalimat di layar handphone itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love you honey&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama mengatupkan gerahamnya, sungguh erat, giginya berkutat satu sama lain, seakan ingin mengunyah lidanya sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ma...ma..kenapa ma?"&lt;br /&gt;Mama tidak menjawab.&lt;br /&gt;HP dihempaskan begitu saja ke atas meja dan ia berbalik dengan  penuh kemarahan. Mukanya telah berubah menjadi keunguan, persis seperti ketika kamu menahan kentut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini pengkhianatan!!!&lt;br /&gt;Pengkhianatan besar!!!&lt;br /&gt;Aku tidak terima!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cerita di atas telah dibumbui. Hanya 20% benar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang jelas memang ada kalimat I love you honey di HP bapak. Istri mana yang tahan untuk tidak curiga dan berpikiran yang tidak-tidak??&lt;br /&gt;Mama jadi dipenuhi dengan pikiran buruk. Satu demi satu benang merah ia coba rangkai.&lt;br /&gt;Yang bapak akhir2 ini jadi keren lah, dandan euy&lt;br /&gt;Yang mama ngeluh udah nggak secantik dulu lagi lah&lt;br /&gt;Yang bapak ini&lt;br /&gt;Yang bapak itu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wuihhh...aku seakan bisa melihat aura kemarahan berwarna ungu menguar tubuh mama waktu itu. Tapi mama tidak langsung menghampiri bapak yang ada di kamar. Nggak tau kenapa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gengsi mau konfirm? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Udah berumahtangga berapa belas taun gitu lohhh....gengsi masih mau dipiara??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Umm...mencoba untuk tidak bertindak dulu sebelum semuanya jelas?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itu baru mungkin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah beberapa &lt;s&gt;hari&lt;/s&gt; menit akhirnya mama memutuskan untuk kroscek ke bapak (fiuhh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi ternyata...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sumpah Demi Allah aku nggak nulis begitu2an!!", suara bapak membahana dari kamar.&lt;br /&gt;Anjrotooo...pake sumpah2an segala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tetap pasang kuping, mencoba mendengar barangkali saja ada suara isakan yang menyusul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detik demi detik berlalu, jarum panjang tiba di angka 1. Jam menunjukkan pukul 14.05.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Assalamualaikum...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terdengar suara pintu dibuka.&lt;br /&gt;Adekku yang masih SD baru saja pulang sekolah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jangan mendekat dulu dek, rumah sedang perang...&lt;/i&gt;, begitu harapku dalam hati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namun hal ini tidak dapat ditutupi. Dek Farah found out everything.&lt;br /&gt;Sambil menahan air mata ia berkata...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Itu aku kok ma yang nulis...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setengah menit kemudian, menyadari apa yang terjasi sebenarnya, suara tawa menggelegar terdengar di ruang keluarga (benar2 menggelegar, I mean it!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mama, Bapak, Dek Farah...miss you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Never feel proud of WHAT you've done
feel proud of HOW you've done&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554751002029389172-8392744700207553169?l=gitaarimanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gitaarimanda.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-love-you-honey.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gita Arimanda)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>15</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554751002029389172.post-3312898008779364728</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 May 2007 16:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-17T10:09:42.050-07:00</atom:updated><title>Sebatang Rokok</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rokok. Topik ini berawal dari obrolan saya dengan seorang abang yang sering blunder (siapa ya??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenapa musti rokok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di Singapore, sebungkus rokok harganya 10 dolar. What comes along with that 10 dolar? Bukan packaging yang menarik. Jujur, ngeri!!&lt;br /&gt;Gambar2 yg ada di bungkusnya sungguh "menarik"(ini cuman berdasarkan pengamatan saya dari jauh ketika jajan di seven eleven, CMIIW) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jRFe7bbE_FE/RkyE122C7iI/AAAAAAAAAIY/lz_3GBuXioA/s1600-h/rokok2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 139px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jRFe7bbE_FE/RkyE122C7iI/AAAAAAAAAIY/lz_3GBuXioA/s320/rokok2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065569741675097634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jRFe7bbE_FE/RkyE1m2C7hI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/tvXEtD5OnWU/s1600-h/rokok1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 172px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jRFe7bbE_FE/RkyE1m2C7hI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/tvXEtD5OnWU/s320/rokok1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065569737380130322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jRFe7bbE_FE/RkyE2G2C7lI/AAAAAAAAAIw/nrq9V1IG4uE/s1600-h/rokok5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 187px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jRFe7bbE_FE/RkyE2G2C7lI/AAAAAAAAAIw/nrq9V1IG4uE/s320/rokok5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065569745970064978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Singapur pancen edan tenan... orang2 yang mau ngrokok harusnya (secara naluri alamiah) takut sebelum nyoba. Lha wong foto2 di pack-nya aja njijiki gitu: orang mau mati, gigi dan gusi hancur, geger bolong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Smoking can cause slow and painful death&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Rokoknya bilang gitu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secara nggak langsung govt kayak nyumpahin orang yang mau beli rokok, "Hayo! Masi berani beli juga? Ntar kamu bisa sekarat kayak gini tau nggak? Tau rasa kamu nanti! &lt;s&gt;Nek mati mbuh lho ya...Pokokmen aku dah ngasi tau&lt;/s&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Packagingnya aja dah ngeri, apalagi kalo mau mengkalkulasikan harganya. Sungguh ajaib sekali...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu bungkus rokok sepuluh dolar.&lt;br /&gt;Bisa buat makan dua hari...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dua bungkus...&lt;br /&gt;Kemarin kayaknya ada sepatu lucu di JP, cuman 21 rek, tinggal tambahin satu dolar ae...&lt;br /&gt;Nek GNOTA  satu anak SD nyumbange 22 dolar...tambahi dua dolar meneh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lima bungkus..&lt;br /&gt;Anjroto desu ne, buku OB kok mahal banget ya... Hampir 50 dolar huhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sepuluh bungkus...&lt;br /&gt;Cepek? weleh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sembilan belas bungkus...&lt;br /&gt;Itu duit beasiswaku sebulan setelah dipotong hol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiga puluh bungkus...&lt;br /&gt;PP Singapore-Indo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perkalian matematika sungguh ajaib bukan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jujur, saya sangat bersyukur sekali di Singapore harga rokok mahal.&lt;br /&gt;Sering teringat ayahanda tercinta di rumah. Mungkin bapak harus dibawa ke sini dulu, baru bisa berhenti ngerokok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bapakmu nggak berusaha berhenti git?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh sudah, puluhan kali mencoba. Tapi aku malah nggak tega. Bapak jadi gelisah, nggak bisa tidur, mulut rasanya asem. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Truly pathetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku juga teringat beberapa teman SMAku, yang setelah lulus langsung pegang rokok &lt;s&gt;laknat&lt;/s&gt;, averagely dua batang satu hari. Dan dengan gagahnya (entah iya atau tidak) memajang pose foto baru di FS mereka. Dengan kepulan asap tipis membumbung antara jari mereka. Nyala sebatang rokok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after all these things do you think you still wanna smoke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I were you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I'll say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Never feel proud of WHAT you've done
feel proud of HOW you've done&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554751002029389172-3312898008779364728?l=gitaarimanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gitaarimanda.blogspot.com/2007/05/sebatang-rokok.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gita Arimanda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jRFe7bbE_FE/RkyE122C7iI/AAAAAAAAAIY/lz_3GBuXioA/s72-c/rokok2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554751002029389172.post-2652674833769532287</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 May 2007 06:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-13T00:01:39.860-07:00</atom:updated><title>What Friendster told me in this one week</title><description>Checking Friendster. Well, this has been my new habit, since I made a new account about a week ago. Maybe some of you may think deleting my previous account was a waste. Well...kinda true..but now I feel how it is like losing something that I really loved, and by then I have to live without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living without FS for about one semester quite helped me, though. I could focus on my study, without having (or tempted) to check it regularly, whether somebody has added comments on my page, new messages, and stuff. That time, I felt really FS addicted (and slaved).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, Reza's death, which shocked me quite badly, awoke me from the "dunno-how" of my friends' being and such a voice whispered to my ears "How pathetic you are!". By then, I realized how I missed my friends, the ones had been living with me for more than three years, caring me so much, giving me supports when I was down, cheered me up, made me laugh with their sometimes-crunchy jokes but I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, having about 130 friends only in one week ( It was a hard work adding them, oh yes), gives me quite a surprise . Oh no...not only one, but many surprises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, I checked my FS homepage and found out that my friend, call him Jo, has become a new couple, just the day before he added me I guess. With whom? Just to another friend, the girl I really know, and I never suspected that she would be Jo's girl. Well, that quite funny surprise drew a smile on my face. Hmm...fresh made love story, huh? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, I found out another friend's page. Oww..nice...still with the old love story I knew in my high school. They're still lovebirds. But I never ever thought they would give that kind of romantic, yet kinda can-raise-my-eyebrow comments to each other. Why so? Hmm....I just can't imagine myself being one of them, typing "hi honey" or "miss u so much" on my guy's page. Those lovey-dovey words sounds a bit silly to my ears, only because they're widely exposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another story, my oh-so-innocent friend I came to know about in one event, is now studying overseas. United States, everybody's dream. A model student, brilliantly smart, nice and friendly buddy, oh yes. He's been quite an inspiration to me. Another hardworker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another surprise, the one I knew as a nice guy now turns out to be someone I think I don't ever know. He's just so different, used to be my fave friend, well I admire his personality. But now I think I'm gonna change my mind, he's not the one I admired in the old days. He's changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those surprises, both positive and negative things now open my eyes. People change, my friends change, and so does the world. And I realize I do too. Well....we have to actually. Everything has to change. It's just the matter of effort. Are we giving efforts to change to be BETTER? or are we losing the opportunities and time we have to be WORSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my....What a scenario&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Never feel proud of WHAT you've done
feel proud of HOW you've done&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554751002029389172-2652674833769532287?l=gitaarimanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gitaarimanda.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-friendster-told-me-in-this-one.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gita Arimanda)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554751002029389172.post-5438723488786461102</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 May 2007 03:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-07T21:04:22.035-07:00</atom:updated><title>Liburan Enak Nggak Sih?</title><description>Liburan panjang gini bener2 bikin mati kutu. Intersem pun nggak kerasa serunya. Belum mungkin. But still...masuk cuman dari hari senin sampe rabo, setiap session ada tiga jam. &lt;i&gt; Cuman &lt;/i&gt; tiga jam. Selebihnya? bosen. Gini nih kalo g dapet2 part time, isinya malah cuman nge FS doang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi inget dua semester kemaren. Emang sih sering mabok, palagi kalo udah mendekati recess, semua bahan kayaknya numpuk. Yang ini lah itu lah. Paper anu lah project apa lah. Pun exam yang mnguras tenaga satu bulan lebih. Tapi ternyata dengan begitu muncul satu semangat tersendiri. &lt;i&gt; Semangat hidup &lt;/i&gt;. Buktinya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Merasa lebih berenergi, Kalo libur isinya tidur mulu.&lt;br /&gt;2. "ya ampuuun belum ngerjain tutorial, mampus! tutornya kejem (econs). sejam di skim deh. " or&lt;br /&gt;"OMG!!! mati!!! minggu dpan ada dua kuis!! stats ama econs pula!!!" or&lt;br /&gt;" marketing edan2an tenan! masa setiap hari miting project online berjam2? Bikin muntah!"&lt;br /&gt;dan dengan segala sesuatu yang bikin stres ini lah kita bisa menghargai waktu dengan sebaik2nya.&lt;br /&gt;Mau tidur? tar dulu, delapan chapter masih belum tersentuh buat bahan kuis.&lt;br /&gt;Mau nonton pelem? woy! kerjain tugas dulu neng!&lt;br /&gt;Yah begitulah.  Waktu jadi sangat berharga..&lt;br /&gt;3. Masuk sekolah bikin kita belajar , yang dengan kata lain : MIKIR.&lt;br /&gt;Entah kenapa otak jadi agak tumpul. G megang math satu tahun aja dah bikin bego, apalagi liburan nonton pelem mulu. Hampir semua pelem di \\punyadafi ama \\fareast abis ditonton. Buset dah&lt;br /&gt;4. Kalo masuk skul banyak Challenge, yang membuat kita lebih bergairah.&lt;br /&gt;Contohnya? oh banyak! Mulai dari tutor yang ngajak berantem sampe temen project yang kadang bikin keki. Menghadapi masalah akan mengasah intuisi kita.&lt;br /&gt;5. Kuliah dan exam justru merupakan sumber inspirasi ngeblog. Buktinya? Produktivitas ngeblog kala exam justru meningkat, dibandingkan liburan yang bsa dibilang stagnant (pengalaman pribadi sih, entah buat yg lain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku&lt;br /&gt;yang lagi bosen nggak ada kerjaan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Never feel proud of WHAT you've done
feel proud of HOW you've done&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554751002029389172-5438723488786461102?l=gitaarimanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gitaarimanda.blogspot.com/2007/05/liburan-enak-nggak-sih.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gita Arimanda)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554751002029389172.post-3659205851573229455</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 May 2007 01:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-03T18:45:17.627-07:00</atom:updated><title>A Tribute to Reza Arba Da Silva</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jRFe7bbE_FE/RjqJR5iVYJI/AAAAAAAAAIA/gSLsVo63gWo/s1600-h/P7170008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jRFe7bbE_FE/RjqJR5iVYJI/AAAAAAAAAIA/gSLsVo63gWo/s320/P7170008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060508071899783314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi rajiun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berita sore itu bagaikan petir di siang bolong. Reza telah berpulang ke Rahmatullah. I could hardly believe my eyes when seeing those online messages...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;boed_rs&lt;/span&gt; : Reza Arba da Silva meninggal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;shinogaara&lt;/span&gt; : Reza Arba Da Silva, XII IPA 7, telah berpulang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;my_truefaith&lt;/span&gt; : Gitaa....Reza meninggal....huhuhu...aku nggak percaya....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;arif_top_banget&lt;/span&gt;: iya Reza meninggal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penyebabnya? sakit. Sakit apa aku kurang tahu. Ada yang bilang leukimia, ada yang bilang gangguan peredaran darah, ada yang bilang keracunan.... I'm still waiting for confirmation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shocking, yes it was. Half recalling the memory of him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a joyful boy, cheerful, the one who always created smiles on our faces. I wan't given chance to know him better as we were in different class. Yet, I know how much his peers love him. He was the key of joy in XII IPA 7. Without him, the class would never be that fun. Without him, it would have never been the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now God has taken him back to His side, in a very, very young age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's studying in UNDIP, electronics major. Yes, he's smart. He is just a first year undergrad. He had just begun his life, the way to his future. God really has a plan, doesn't He? And this is one of His plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my high school yearbook out of the shelf. Recalling the memories as I went through the pages. And there it is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reza Arba Da Silva&lt;br /&gt;Born 8 Desember 1988&lt;br /&gt;... Jabatannya jadi Menteri Penghangat Kelas memang berjalan dengan baik. Kadang waktu kelas lagi suntuk dengerin guru, ni cowok sering nyeletuk sembarangan bikin sekelas tertawa...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat jalan Reza. We wil always remember you in our heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Never feel proud of WHAT you've done
feel proud of HOW you've done&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554751002029389172-3659205851573229455?l=gitaarimanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gitaarimanda.blogspot.com/2007/05/tribute-to-reza-arba-da-silva.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gita Arimanda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jRFe7bbE_FE/RjqJR5iVYJI/AAAAAAAAAIA/gSLsVo63gWo/s72-c/P7170008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554751002029389172.post-2887492965923635413</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Apr 2007 17:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-24T10:38:56.995-07:00</atom:updated><title>Kopi Jumbo Kantin A</title><description>Hari ini aku pulang sambil sempoyongan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kok? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mabok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hah??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukan.&lt;br /&gt;Bukan karna abis dugem. Yang jelas aku mabok karna minum segelas kopi kantin A ukuran jumbo. "Coffee with milk" judulnya. Kopi ini, walo nggak tahu ada merknya ato nggak, sudah terbukti dapat membangunkan orang yang mau pingsan sekalipun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NESCAFE?&lt;br /&gt;Dari segi kualitas? lewat.&lt;br /&gt;Harga? kalah!&lt;br /&gt;Dengan harga 60 sen kamu bisa dapet satu setengah kali volume kopi Nescafe kalengan seharga satu dolar yang biasa kamu beli dari vending machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo kamu belum berani merasakan efek &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dahsyatnya&lt;/span&gt;, kamu bisa beli kopi ukuran reguler yang harganya 35 sen.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi ya berarti kamu rugi 10 sen karna dengan harga jumbo kamu bisa dapet volume kopi sekitar dua kali lebih banyak.&lt;br /&gt;Cost benefit principle coy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo menurutku kopi ini kopi paling "nendang" se NTU.&lt;br /&gt;Sehebat apa tendangannya? Yoko geri kali yeee..&lt;br /&gt;Buset dah.  Sampe2 dia jadi primadona tutor Econs  "kesayanganku".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recommended buat kamu2 yang lagi kiasu :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*nggak penting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Never feel proud of WHAT you've done
feel proud of HOW you've done&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554751002029389172-2887492965923635413?l=gitaarimanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gitaarimanda.blogspot.com/2007/04/kopi-jumbo-kantin.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gita Arimanda)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6554751002029389172.post-777280735581778865</guid><pubDate>Fri, 20 Apr 2007 10:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-20T03:59:44.313-07:00</atom:updated><title>Orang Aneh</title><description>F**** namanya. OS. Kalo nggak MAE ya MSE. Final year. Aneh.&lt;br /&gt;Why? Weishenme? Kenapa? Gini ceritanya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pada suatu hari aku belajar di can A, extend abis lib tutup, sendirian. Ada anak muka Indo lewat senyum sama aku. Aku kontan bales lah, kupikir sama2 anak indo. Dia nanya, "Boleh duduk sini tak?" Setengah bengong "kenapa pake bahasa melayu?" plus "ni anak siapa sih?", aku otomatis ngangguk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia duduk di depanku pas (menyebalkan). Nanya2 nggak jelas : Namaku siapa, major apa, hol berapa, dari mana, de el el. Habis itu bertingkah aneh, seperti : main2in penggarisku, dan ketika penggaris itu "loncat" ke mukaku dia bilang "seperti katak ya" sambil ketawa. Sumprit aneh!&lt;br /&gt;Habis itu nanya aku dah makan apa belom, mau dibeliin McD katanya. Untung aku nggak matre :9 (padahal lagi laper2nya tuh) dan bilang aku harus pulang (whatsoever!!!) Tanpa ba bi bu langsung kututup chapter 13 "Principle of Economics"ku, masukin lect notes dan ngacir tanpa dengerin respon dia apa. Pulang pun setengah lari, kayak dikejar pocong gitu lo. Sedikit2 nengok ke belakang, takut diikutin, soalnya tadi aku bilang kalo aku hol 8 (mene ketehe kalo dia orang aneh, kupikir kan anak indo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan kemaren, waktu aku belajar di lab MSE, sempet ke can A setelah sholat di north. Waktu itu sekitar jam 12 malam. Again, aku sendirian. Malem2 gitu lagi pengen minum kopi, jadinya beli di vending machine depan McD. Pas nyari duit receh di dompet tau2 ada orang nyerobot antrian, main masukin koin aja si dianya teh. Anjrotoo, ternyata si F****!! "pura2 nggak kenal...pura2 nggak kenal..... " batinku. Aku nggak ngeliatin dia sdikitpun. Ternyata si dianya teh emang sengaja. "Hey!" katanya ke aku. Aku pasang tampang bego culun plus innocent, pura2 nggak kenal. "Sorry?". Dan entah habis itu dia ngomong apa nggak begitu jelas. "sorry I don't understand what you're talking about", kataku sambil ngambil kopi dan ngabur secepat yang aku bisa. Lagi2 aku nggak berhenti2nya nengok ke belakang, takut kalo diikutin. Dan alhamdulillah orangnya masih waras untuk nggak ngikutin aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besoknya, sepulang dari lib, aku liat dia duduk di kursi paling ujung deket McD di can A. Ni orang kok di situ mulu ya. Untung kalo baru pulang lib gtu banyak temennya. Aku jalan ma Harsa waktu itu, nggak nengok ke arah dia sdikitpun. Takut bo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan tadi aku ke SRC bareng ama Rohani, OS anak business second year. Aku tanyain aja tuh si F**** ke dia. "He's sick" kata Rohani. "WHAT???!!" gile aje! Ternyata F**** sempet depresi dulu, sampe sekarang belum lulus2. Aku jadi kasian. Dan Rohani ketawa pas aku bilang si F**** flirting2 ga jelas gitu ke aku. Mampus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F**** telah mengubah segalanya (he?)&lt;br /&gt;Mulai saat itu aku nggak berani lagi ngiasu di Can A malem2 sendirian.&lt;br /&gt;Tobat deh, ampun....nggak mau ketemu orangnya lagi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sekali ada yang naksir kok nggak jelas ( :p )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Never feel proud of WHAT you've done
feel proud of HOW you've done&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6554751002029389172-777280735581778865?l=gitaarimanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gitaarimanda.blogspot.com/2007/04/orang-aneh.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Gita Arimanda)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>13</thr:total></item></channel></rss>