<?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-5867989801526816118</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:30:52.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the nick of time</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aretreta.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867989801526816118/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aretreta.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>areta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133242331074456161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bxcHrQj55Y0/Sgq16oDDD2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/kUbbwOz3b60/S220/Photo+0122.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867989801526816118.post-8800618999351283580</id><published>2009-05-13T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T05:09:24.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been soooo long since my last post here, isn't it? well i got a new blog now, katareta.tumblr.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i don't have anything to write here. my brain has messed up with all those math questions... so i guess i'm gonna go now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867989801526816118-8800618999351283580?l=aretreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aretreta.blogspot.com/feeds/8800618999351283580/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5867989801526816118&amp;postID=8800618999351283580' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867989801526816118/posts/default/8800618999351283580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867989801526816118/posts/default/8800618999351283580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aretreta.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-again-its-been-soooo-long-since.html' title=''/><author><name>areta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133242331074456161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bxcHrQj55Y0/Sgq16oDDD2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/kUbbwOz3b60/S220/Photo+0122.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867989801526816118.post-3810199268085098066</id><published>2009-03-11T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T07:24:55.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm... berat</title><content type='html'>hahaha. you know what? well i wrote here, my last post, that i like sensual. ini band ya, bukan bokepan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah, they performed in bandung a few days ago. the location is not too far from my house. seems perfect, eh? yes. but my mum didn't allow me to watch them!&lt;br /&gt;terimakasih bunda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i go back to my normal life. pretending to study(!) but actually I'm playing the sims (and listening to jack johnson). yes, school is kinda sucks. but we're gonna have some football match, liga TB, so i hope that it will make school much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found David cook's CD which contains the songs he sang at american idol. well well dasar CD bajakan, Little Sparrow changes into Let Go.&lt;br /&gt;Ada miripnya?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867989801526816118-3810199268085098066?l=aretreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aretreta.blogspot.com/feeds/3810199268085098066/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5867989801526816118&amp;postID=3810199268085098066' title='2 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867989801526816118/posts/default/3810199268085098066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867989801526816118/posts/default/3810199268085098066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aretreta.blogspot.com/2009/03/hmm-berat.html' title='hmm... berat'/><author><name>areta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133242331074456161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bxcHrQj55Y0/Sgq16oDDD2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/kUbbwOz3b60/S220/Photo+0122.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867989801526816118.post-5878165677035416950</id><published>2009-03-08T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T07:16:54.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>java jazz</title><content type='html'>well, it has been a busy (and tiring) week so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was boring, as usual, but guess what? at friday, i went home earlier to go to jakarta. to watch Java jazz Festival!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jakarta macet, seperti biasa. bayangkan, masuk pondok gede timur jam 1, sampe di hotel nikko jam 3 lebih. busyet. di jalan tol mau turun di semanggi gak bisa, jadi muter2. tapinya ya sama aja.&lt;br /&gt;so at 6 oompje, irfan, ardra, and me went to JHCC. Oom Rully dropped us there since Oompje thought it was too crowded to park the car. it was hard to get in. uhh...the crowd was getting bigger and bigger every year.&lt;br /&gt;so we went to assembly hall 3 to watch ivan lins. it was nice though. there were some problem on the sound system but ivan lins could entertain us without singing.&lt;br /&gt;it were sooo full of people when we went to have dinner. man, i was full already to see people there! so we bought some food and went to plenary hall to eat, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;and after that we watched david garfield. boy, it was soo nice to lying there. the hall is very big and there were screens everywhere so we could watch everywhere we want. when the show was over, we walked to assembly 1. i didn't know who was playing there since i waited for matt bianco.&lt;br /&gt;it was sensual, and you know, they are sensual! they made us compete by singing loud, but anyway, they do know how to entertain us. i like the bassist though, hahahaha. he was great, but yes, they all great.&lt;br /&gt;and we watched dewa budjana and afte that we went home. jeez, i have fun there!&lt;br /&gt;tami, taun depan gw mau nonton 3 hari, tam!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867989801526816118-5878165677035416950?l=aretreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aretreta.blogspot.com/feeds/5878165677035416950/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5867989801526816118&amp;postID=5878165677035416950' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867989801526816118/posts/default/5878165677035416950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867989801526816118/posts/default/5878165677035416950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aretreta.blogspot.com/2009/03/java-jazz.html' title='java jazz'/><author><name>areta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133242331074456161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bxcHrQj55Y0/Sgq16oDDD2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/kUbbwOz3b60/S220/Photo+0122.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867989801526816118.post-1557326793173568877</id><published>2009-02-13T08:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T08:47:16.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>idol, idol</title><content type='html'>it's been a loooong time since the last time i wrote here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh, it is, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched 'the boy in the striped pajamas' last week, and it is one of my favorit movie now. well most of my favorite movies and books told by kid with their innocence, just like to kill a mockingbird (yea, i know i wrote this book in like, every post) or because of winn-dixie or the boy in the stripe pajamas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i follow american idol season 8 and the contestants was awesome! well nobody looks like the davids from season 7, but their voices are good. i like Tatiana even though she's annoying, well she's a joker! hahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867989801526816118-1557326793173568877?l=aretreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aretreta.blogspot.com/feeds/1557326793173568877/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5867989801526816118&amp;postID=1557326793173568877' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867989801526816118/posts/default/1557326793173568877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867989801526816118/posts/default/1557326793173568877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aretreta.blogspot.com/2009/02/idol-idol.html' title='idol, idol'/><author><name>areta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133242331074456161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bxcHrQj55Y0/Sgq16oDDD2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/kUbbwOz3b60/S220/Photo+0122.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867989801526816118.post-1759468672762267182</id><published>2009-01-25T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T23:33:27.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good luck, kara!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hari kamis kemarin salah satu teman saya pergi. Kara harus pindah ke Montreal, Kanada. Si pemain saxophone yang manis, baik, suka mengenalkan kami sama mainan yang bodor2 kayak twister, tapi juga jarang mandi, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan saya nggak bisa ketemu dia kemaren—hari terakhirnya untuk kumpul2 dengan kami—karena adek saya sakit. Jadi saya hanya nitip kado perpisahan sama surat (semua ngasih surat untuk dia, satu-satu) aja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadi saya kirim SMS untuk minta maaf karena nggak bisa ketemu kemaren…dan akhirnya jadi SMS-an panjang. Yang paling kerasa ‘oh-dia-betulan-akan-pergi’ adalah waktu Kara bilang,’ ntar kapan2 kita kumpul2 lagi ya!’&lt;br /&gt;Kapan-kapannya nggak tahu kapan, hehehe. Dia nggak tahu kapan balik lagi ke Indonesia karena bapak-ibunya nggak pulang tahun depan; dia pengen pulang tahun depan tapi betul-betul harus nabung dulu.&lt;br /&gt;Katanya, dia nggak nangis karena kayak belum sadar mau pisah. Saya juga baru ngeh tadi. Biasanya Kara maen sama kami di sekolah, malah saya tau dia dari kelas 1 SMP, tapi saya baru temenan beneran sama dia sejak kelas 1 SMA dan nggak selalu kumpul2 tiap kali ketemu. Dan gobloknya, saya baru tau bener dia 4 hari yang lalu. Hari minggu kemaren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Saya mengakhiri SMS saya dengan ‘dadah!’ dan dia juga sama. Kata yang sama yang kami ucapkan waktu berpisah setelah istirahat usai untuk ketemu lagi di istirahat kedua atau malah waktu lagi pindah kelas. Kata yang sama yang kami ucapkan tiap pulang sekolah—dan keesokannya kita bertemu lagi. Tapi perpisahan yang ini beda; kami nggak tahu lagi kapan ketemunya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sekarang memang ada YM buat berkomunikasi, ada facebook untuk melihat seperti apa orang ini sekarang, tapi tetep buat saya kehadiran seseorang nggak bisa digantikan dengan media itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, kara, selamat jalan—dan ayo kumpul2 lagi secepetnya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867989801526816118-1759468672762267182?l=aretreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aretreta.blogspot.com/feeds/1759468672762267182/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5867989801526816118&amp;postID=1759468672762267182' title='2 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867989801526816118/posts/default/1759468672762267182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867989801526816118/posts/default/1759468672762267182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aretreta.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-luck-kara.html' title='Good luck, kara!'/><author><name>areta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133242331074456161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bxcHrQj55Y0/Sgq16oDDD2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/kUbbwOz3b60/S220/Photo+0122.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867989801526816118.post-8687974842815127197</id><published>2009-01-25T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T23:28:53.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bali-part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3rd day: we went to Tanjung Benoa to play some water sports. I just join a tour to see sea turtles and other animals. It was the first time I held a snake, and it was…err…creepy. Hahahaha. I tried to not get wet but my friends pull me to the ocean. Oh, I had to take a shower. After that we went to dreamland—it is a land we dreamed of. Literally. But the service was miserable. Frankly, in many paces in Bali, local tourists always treated badly.&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner in jimbaran—we wanted to se the sunset there, but with many clouds we couldn’t se the sun. hmm…&lt;br /&gt;At night many of us took a walk at kuta. I went to starbucks with the boys and intan, nabila, and audra, but we didn’t drink any coffee there. Jeez, buat apa jauh-jauh ke bali buat minum kopi doang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th day: went to tirta empul. It was not bad, but it wasn’t great either.&lt;br /&gt;We had lunch in a restaurant at kintamani. It was raining so we couldn’t see danau batur. Anyway, the meal was awesome. I become a pancake addict here. The banana pancakes were yummy!&lt;br /&gt;I get tattooed at sukawati. Buy many things here.&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner at denpasar. It was fun, with the singing contest and keyboard player that looks like ruhut sitompul. But this session took to much time; we arrived to hotel at 10 pm. And with the rain, we couldn’t go anywhere. Well we spent the night at derry’s room, watching dvd and joking all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th day: it’s waterbom time! We walked there and arriving exhausted. I tried every slide, from boomerang to smash down. It was ironic; the ratio between Indonesian and expatriate there was contrast. Without us there, maybe just 2 indonesian families came.&lt;br /&gt;And you know what? We had dinner at Pizza Hut again. Just three of us: dewi, intan, and I. the guy that stole our heart was there. Tapi dasar gila, kita nggak bisa jaim terus2an, jadi mulailah kita ngegaring sampe PH mau tutup. Dan cowok itu lirik2 sambil senyum2.  dadah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th day: last day in Bali. Wanna cry. We left bali in 5 pm and arrived at java at the same hour. East java was raining; there was flood all over the way. We had dinner at RM pantai papin again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th day: we were the first bus that arrived at jayakarta hotel at yogya. After take a bath, we went to malioboro.&lt;br /&gt;At 1 am we arrived at bandung. tired but happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malika, ayo kita backpacking ke Bali tahun depan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867989801526816118-8687974842815127197?l=aretreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aretreta.blogspot.com/feeds/8687974842815127197/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5867989801526816118&amp;postID=8687974842815127197' title='1 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867989801526816118/posts/default/8687974842815127197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867989801526816118/posts/default/8687974842815127197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aretreta.blogspot.com/2009/01/bali-part-2.html' title='Bali-part 2'/><author><name>areta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133242331074456161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bxcHrQj55Y0/Sgq16oDDD2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/kUbbwOz3b60/S220/Photo+0122.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867989801526816118.post-5458587313035842548</id><published>2009-01-17T05:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T06:13:46.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bali-1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hola everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I return home this early morning from Bali! This whole vacation just felt like dream. A week passed quickly that I think this is just my imagination. Now I go back to the normal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna write some news from my trip in a few posts. A week of this trip is just too long to be written in a page—every minute is fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st day: woke up late, go to school in a hurry although I knew that we would go in an hour. Play Archuleta’s CD in bus, but some boys wanted to watch one missed call so we watch it. It wasn’t scary or fun, frankly. But you know what? People in my bus are very, very funny. I couldn’t sleep that day—we chatted since 3 am.&lt;br /&gt;The bus driver was driving us crazy, literally. He stopped by a police at night.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I love the scenery at night. The moon was full, and it shone above the rice fields we passed. And the other thing I love is PLTU Paiton at night. It has many lights and it was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day: we arrived at RM Pantai Papin at Situbondo. Brushed my teeth and washed my face quickly. The food wasn’t taste good, but we’re so hungry so we ate ‘em. Behind the restaurant is a beach that quite good.&lt;br /&gt;At 11 we arrived in the harbor. Woohoo! Bali, here we come!&lt;br /&gt;1 pm—WITA—we arrived in Gilimanuk. Feel so glad. We had our lunch at Pulukan. After that: first stop, Tanah Lot. We didn’t get the sunset there, but it was okay. We just take some pictures—well, a lot of pictures. And after that, finally we went to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;We stay in a hotel called Wina at Kuta. I thought it located in front of the beach, but I was wrong. Our buses park in the parking central, so we get there by a shuttle bus. And you know what? It wasn’t a bus. It was a Mitsubishi elf without window. The driver plays some reggae songs and the wind blew in my face. Woo, this is the real Kuta! Many tourists looked at us since krisna and I yelled all the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;After put our bags and suitcases, we walked to pizza hut. you know what? we met a man who steals dewi's heart, hahaha. well, he's kinda cute. For the sake of this blog, i wont write his name here..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;..to be continued. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867989801526816118-5458587313035842548?l=aretreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aretreta.blogspot.com/feeds/5458587313035842548/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5867989801526816118&amp;postID=5458587313035842548' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867989801526816118/posts/default/5458587313035842548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867989801526816118/posts/default/5458587313035842548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aretreta.blogspot.com/2009/01/bali-1.html' title='Bali-1'/><author><name>areta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133242331074456161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bxcHrQj55Y0/Sgq16oDDD2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/kUbbwOz3b60/S220/Photo+0122.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867989801526816118.post-1979543772511443259</id><published>2008-12-23T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T08:04:30.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>to kill a mockingbird</title><content type='html'>jadi hari....apa ya? sabtu? saya ke gramedia sama si adek. udah niaat banget pengen baca buku bagus, bukan teenlit picisan yang cuma ngejual mimpi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harapan saya jatuh ke the secret life of bees--belom nonton filmnya karena nanti kalo ngebandingin sama buku suka kecewa. jadi beli itu.&lt;br /&gt;tau the da peci code? nah saya beli buku yang keduanya, judulnya rosid &amp;amp; delia atau apa gitu.&lt;br /&gt;sisa duit tinggal dikit. ya udah bolehin si adek beli buku teenlit gitu, judulnya circa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh taunya malah bikin kecewa. saya banyak berharap sama buku pertama karena judulnya juga beda. yaah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya adalah pecinta berat to kill a mockingbird. saya kira the secret life of bees bakal sebagus itu--atau bahkan lebih keren. buku itu udah jadi daily bible saya dan saya gak pernah bosen bacanya. kepolosan Scout dan Jem Finch betul-betul tergambar di sana. untung yang edisi bahasa indonesianya terjemahannya gak jelek--kebayang kalo ancur mah.&lt;br /&gt;nah, ternyata the secret life of bees gak sepolos itu; menurut saya (opini pribadi lho) ceritanya masih terlalu...ummm...ngawang. kayak May yang 'hatinya terletak di luar tubuhnya' dan kegilaan lily waktu 'menculik' Rosaleen dari rumah sakit.&lt;br /&gt;oh mungkin untuk beberapa orang to kill a mockingbird juga ngawang (atau malah membosankan) tapi buat saya itu adalah novel terhebat. kritis tanpa perlu memaki dengan kepolosan seorang bocah tanpa ibu. pokoknya saya sarankan dengan sangat untuk baca buku ini--dan kalo ada yang punya, pinjem dong filmnya. taun 1962 tuh keluarnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote favorit saya (yang kayaknya udah nggak berlaku jaman sekarang) adalah:&lt;br /&gt;tetapi, aku menyukai kaum lelaki. ada sesuatu dalam diri mereka, sebanyak apa pun mereka menyumpah dan minum dan berjudi dan mengunyah tembakau; seberapa pun tak menyenangkannya mereka, ada sesuatu tentang mereka yang kusukai secara naluriah...mereka tidak--&lt;br /&gt;"munafik, Mrs. Perkins, munafik sejak lahir," Mrs. Merriweather berkata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baca sendiri deh...gak bisa mengungkapkan dalam kata2...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867989801526816118-1979543772511443259?l=aretreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aretreta.blogspot.com/feeds/1979543772511443259/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5867989801526816118&amp;postID=1979543772511443259' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867989801526816118/posts/default/1979543772511443259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867989801526816118/posts/default/1979543772511443259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aretreta.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-kill-mockingbird.html' title='to kill a mockingbird'/><author><name>areta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133242331074456161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bxcHrQj55Y0/Sgq16oDDD2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/kUbbwOz3b60/S220/Photo+0122.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867989801526816118.post-1120896928156619034</id><published>2008-12-12T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T08:03:54.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeez, can't I be happy anymore?</title><content type='html'>my live is changing--it is more heavy than it was before. I dont smile and laugh a lot; i'm sure there is a day without laugh at all. Some people say that," you're grow now." Maybe they want me to be more mature, but i dont want to. that's sucks. and it was very annoying when you cant laugh. that's why i was in the bad mood some weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;i'll write when i'm in the good mood--as soon as possible. now gotta get some good sleep (hey, it's funny to gabl!). bye, folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867989801526816118-1120896928156619034?l=aretreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aretreta.blogspot.com/feeds/1120896928156619034/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5867989801526816118&amp;postID=1120896928156619034' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867989801526816118/posts/default/1120896928156619034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867989801526816118/posts/default/1120896928156619034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aretreta.blogspot.com/2008/12/jeez-cant-i-be-happy-anymore.html' title='Jeez, can&apos;t I be happy anymore?'/><author><name>areta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133242331074456161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bxcHrQj55Y0/Sgq16oDDD2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/kUbbwOz3b60/S220/Photo+0122.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867989801526816118.post-4435033346318971375</id><published>2008-11-30T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T20:01:54.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jangan, Nyoman!</title><content type='html'>my math teacher was furious on Friday. when he screamed," JANGAN..."&lt;br /&gt;nyoman came to his desk.  "Saya, Pak?"  he asked  politely. even my teacher started to hide his smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867989801526816118-4435033346318971375?l=aretreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aretreta.blogspot.com/feeds/4435033346318971375/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5867989801526816118&amp;postID=4435033346318971375' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867989801526816118/posts/default/4435033346318971375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867989801526816118/posts/default/4435033346318971375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aretreta.blogspot.com/2008/11/jangan-nyoman.html' title='Jangan, Nyoman!'/><author><name>areta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133242331074456161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bxcHrQj55Y0/Sgq16oDDD2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/kUbbwOz3b60/S220/Photo+0122.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867989801526816118.post-2985077422728957499</id><published>2008-11-27T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T05:20:59.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Laugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Found these quotes from many places:&lt;br /&gt;-          Punklink—a green angkot, with a picture of a confused man&lt;br /&gt;-          Motipà motor tiger parung. Oookaaay…&lt;br /&gt;-          Vamilie ride—maybe he wants to write family ride. Well the last word is correct.&lt;br /&gt;-          Punk53rut—panglima ti garut.&lt;br /&gt;-          Tak seburuk yang kau duga—with picture of monkeys. Wow…so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;-          Disini tersedia minuman segar ‘dingin-takdingin’&lt;br /&gt;Spraite, pocariswet, maizone, beng-beng, top delfi. Pesanan anda merupakan perhatian kami…terimakasih semoga lekas sembuh!!!—found this in a poliklinik.well, as long as I know, using a lot of exclamation mark smeans shouting and beng2 and top delfi are food, not drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For they who use this quotes no hard feeling. It just so funny that I wrote it here. More quotes, visit www.nindyhampirmampus.wordpress.com . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunts and uncle came yesterday and I spent 3 full hours of non-stop laughing. Literally. Tante Joyce and Lily are funny and they always have new silly stories.&lt;br /&gt;They went to Ciwalk yesterday and went home by a taxi—they are Jakartans and they don’t really know about Bandung’s streets. And as usual, they chatted with the driver. It’s easier to understand the funny part in Indonesian, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Jadi selama perjalanan pulang itu si tante2 ini berusaha ngajak ngobrol supirnya, yang mukanya lempeng tanpa ekspresi. Tante lily:tumben panas ya, pak? Biasanya di Bandung ujan gak?&lt;br /&gt;Supir: biasanya gini terus kok bu…emang mau kemarau…&lt;br /&gt;Halah.&lt;br /&gt;5 menit kemudian.&lt;br /&gt;Tante joyce: jadi putra-putri di Jakarta, pak?&lt;br /&gt;Supir: yang di Jakarta sih cabang *dengan muka lempeng*&lt;br /&gt;Tante lily (bisik): tuh kan! Emang bolot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousins, irfan and idham—Tante joyce’s son—are funny too. One day Idham watched CNN where one of our leaders met other country’s leader. Idham—a critic 9 years-old boy—said,” ih, Pak ***** itu sih badannya gede tapi pongo, ya. Coba yang dari Taiwan itu. Biar kecil tapi kepalanya isi, gitu. Nggak kaya si bapak itu, kosong.”&lt;br /&gt;Irfan, who is older 5 years just mumbles," iya, kayak kamu kan, Dham."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and the fought begin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867989801526816118-2985077422728957499?l=aretreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aretreta.blogspot.com/feeds/2985077422728957499/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5867989801526816118&amp;postID=2985077422728957499' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867989801526816118/posts/default/2985077422728957499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867989801526816118/posts/default/2985077422728957499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aretreta.blogspot.com/2008/11/love-laugh.html' title='Love Laugh'/><author><name>areta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133242331074456161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bxcHrQj55Y0/Sgq16oDDD2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/kUbbwOz3b60/S220/Photo+0122.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867989801526816118.post-1423866488764769143</id><published>2008-11-22T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T07:19:57.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello!</title><content type='html'>Hi, everyone! I made this blog a few weeks ago, but i have no time to post some news, so...well, you know. anyway, i have another blogs: aretachul.wordpress.com and my0rdinarylife.wordpress.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in january 10th, 2009, me and my schoolmate are gonna go to Bali. Yaay! No schoolwork for a week! The wrong thing is: we got a end year exam in just..18 days? nooo. that's horrible. uuh, gotta study harder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5867989801526816118-1423866488764769143?l=aretreta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aretreta.blogspot.com/feeds/1423866488764769143/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5867989801526816118&amp;postID=1423866488764769143' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867989801526816118/posts/default/1423866488764769143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5867989801526816118/posts/default/1423866488764769143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aretreta.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello.html' title='Hello!'/><author><name>areta!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16133242331074456161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bxcHrQj55Y0/Sgq16oDDD2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/kUbbwOz3b60/S220/Photo+0122.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
