<?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-38914111</id><updated>2012-01-13T19:55:47.543+07:00</updated><category term='Quote'/><category term='Recipe of The Day'/><category term='Letter'/><category term='Gossips'/><category term='Daily Life'/><category term='Lesson'/><category term='poem'/><category term='Joke Of The Day'/><category term='comic'/><category term='Restaurant Review'/><category term='annoucement'/><category term='Daily Thought'/><category term='Business Wisdom'/><category term='pregnancy'/><category term='Issues'/><title type='text'>chit-chat</title><subtitle type='html'>one little thought of the day - one little joke of the day - one little gossip of the day - recipe of the day - review of the day - little lesson of the day - just simply chit-chat about anything..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>PetiteNat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18402752954638528058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THzxdQVsKoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_0RXAqBA04E/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38914111-4836485381315428582?l=natpetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/feeds/4836485381315428582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38914111&amp;postID=4836485381315428582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/4836485381315428582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/4836485381315428582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/2010/09/baby-jaman-sekarang.html' title='Baby jaman sekarang..'/><author><name>PetiteNat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18402752954638528058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THzxdQVsKoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_0RXAqBA04E/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/TJr113foPEI/AAAAAAAAAK4/knX3lMUW2NQ/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FbWF0dCBuYXRlIGJiLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-794782' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38914111.post-7252372207762968475</id><published>2010-09-20T13:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T13:47:38.326+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>When έ curiosity begins..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/TJr3jhUbB3I/AAAAAAAAALA/WuueLdpnBWo/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FbWF0dCBidWthIGJhanUuanBn%3F%3D-734535"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519996482907473778" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/TJr3jhUbB3I/AAAAAAAAALA/WuueLdpnBWo/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FbWF0dCBidWthIGJhanUuanBn%3F%3D-734535" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38914111-7252372207762968475?l=natpetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/feeds/7252372207762968475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38914111&amp;postID=7252372207762968475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38914111.post-2204079504572758281</id><published>2010-09-15T13:39:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T14:00:47.444+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comic'/><title type='text'>matthew and his new toy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/TJr6irxpi4I/AAAAAAAAALI/KsgzZvRIjPQ/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FbWF0dCBuIG5ldyB0b3kuanBn%3F%3D-798442"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519999767069428610" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/TJr6irxpi4I/AAAAAAAAALI/KsgzZvRIjPQ/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FbWF0dCBuIG5ldyB0b3kuanBn%3F%3D-798442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38914111-2204079504572758281?l=natpetite.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THzxdQVsKoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_0RXAqBA04E/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/TJr6irxpi4I/AAAAAAAAALI/KsgzZvRIjPQ/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FbWF0dCBuIG5ldyB0b3kuanBn%3F%3D-798442' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38914111.post-210384711232689821</id><published>2010-09-13T13:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T14:02:00.149+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>My big fat tummy..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/TJr7IpHZVmI/AAAAAAAAALQ/yj0wx8V4mL4/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FcGhvdG8uSlBH%3F%3D-750296"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520000419190363746" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/TJr7IpHZVmI/AAAAAAAAALQ/yj0wx8V4mL4/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FcGhvdG8uSlBH%3F%3D-750296" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Week 30 of my pregnancy.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38914111-210384711232689821?l=natpetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/feeds/210384711232689821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38914111&amp;postID=210384711232689821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/210384711232689821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/210384711232689821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-big-fat-tummy.html' title='My big fat tummy..'/><author><name>PetiteNat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18402752954638528058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THzxdQVsKoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_0RXAqBA04E/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/TJr7IpHZVmI/AAAAAAAAALQ/yj0wx8V4mL4/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FcGhvdG8uSlBH%3F%3D-750296' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38914111.post-6721654211103398007</id><published>2010-09-06T09:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T09:34:00.643+07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd comic..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/TIRTGe_P7YI/AAAAAAAAAKo/qg9m931OzTI/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FY29taWMzLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-740645"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/TIRTGe_P7YI/AAAAAAAAAKo/qg9m931OzTI/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FY29taWMzLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-740645"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513623214670998914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/TIRTG_cxpAI/AAAAAAAAAKw/rwMcmdgcvQc/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FY29taWM0LmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-742773"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/TIRTG_cxpAI/AAAAAAAAAKw/rwMcmdgcvQc/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FY29taWM0LmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-742773"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513623223384777730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38914111-6721654211103398007?l=natpetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/feeds/6721654211103398007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38914111&amp;postID=6721654211103398007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/6721654211103398007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/6721654211103398007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/2010/09/2nd-comic.html' title='2nd comic..'/><author><name>PetiteNat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18402752954638528058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THzxdQVsKoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_0RXAqBA04E/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/TIRTGe_P7YI/AAAAAAAAAKo/qg9m931OzTI/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FY29taWMzLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-740645' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38914111.post-6388572973980009572</id><published>2010-09-06T09:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T09:21:14.577+07:00</updated><title type='text'>◦mătthέw◦ n ◦ņăŧħάή ◦</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/TIRQGk8WAII/AAAAAAAAAKg/gSvXSwvCEKo/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FU3RyaXBEZXNpZ25lciBzdHJpcC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-774581"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/TIRQGk8WAII/AAAAAAAAAKg/gSvXSwvCEKo/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FU3RyaXBEZXNpZ25lciBzdHJpcC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-774581"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513619917734543490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Something that I made when I have nothing to do..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry&amp;#174;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38914111-6388572973980009572?l=natpetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/feeds/6388572973980009572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38914111&amp;postID=6388572973980009572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/6388572973980009572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/6388572973980009572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/2010/09/matthw-n-na.html' title='◦mătthέw◦ n ◦ņăŧħάή ◦'/><author><name>PetiteNat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18402752954638528058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THzxdQVsKoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_0RXAqBA04E/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/TIRQGk8WAII/AAAAAAAAAKg/gSvXSwvCEKo/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FU3RyaXBEZXNpZ25lciBzdHJpcC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-774581' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38914111.post-4825978506110860677</id><published>2010-08-06T15:31:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T15:58:36.659+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Aldo &amp; Alice wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Getting ready to the Church..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THy-L5lPIPI/AAAAAAAAAII/GFzBTx8Hv9A/s1600/photo+1-767278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THy-L5lPIPI/AAAAAAAAAII/GFzBTx8Hv9A/s320/photo+1-767278.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511489155639484658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;@ the reception..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THy-LiWRHTI/AAAAAAAAAIA/pp_WkBYpigI/s320/photo+4-766123.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511489149402684722" /&gt;   &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THy-MPBZ7xI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/AL-aUbYjiSY/s320/photo+3-768631.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511489161394777874" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THy-MUKgM-I/AAAAAAAAAIY/r8BpfbhCqN8/s320/photo+2-769745.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511489162775114722" /&gt; 6,5 months pregnant..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;cheers..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38914111-4825978506110860677?l=natpetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/feeds/4825978506110860677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38914111&amp;postID=4825978506110860677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/4825978506110860677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/4825978506110860677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/2010/08/aldo-alice-wedding.html' title='Aldo &amp; Alice wedding'/><author><name>PetiteNat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18402752954638528058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THzxdQVsKoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_0RXAqBA04E/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THy-L5lPIPI/AAAAAAAAAII/GFzBTx8Hv9A/s72-c/photo+1-767278.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38914111.post-7223785834138826810</id><published>2010-05-26T20:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T10:11:29.325+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Superbaby..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THz99P7qCoI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Tj2qds6NBp8/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FYmFieSBzdXBlcjIuanBn%3F%3D-792361"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THz99P7qCoI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Tj2qds6NBp8/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FYmFieSBzdXBlcjIuanBn%3F%3D-792361" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511559272685243010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My 3 months old nephew, Matthew Vincent Hon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38914111-7223785834138826810?l=natpetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/feeds/7223785834138826810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38914111&amp;postID=7223785834138826810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38914111.post-1702695028178674417</id><published>2010-05-23T16:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T16:11:20.165+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>My first 4D ultrasound..</title><content type='html'>The miracle of life!&lt;p&gt;Week 13 of my pregnancy..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;her length is 7,9 cm, and yet we can see her eyes, hands, legs and all her body details! wow!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Thanks God for this miracle.. And yes we're having a girl!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;It's a girl! Like her daddy wants ;p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THzGWrkkZTI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Tj9NRK4yuew/s1600/photo+1-758944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THzGWrkkZTI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Tj9NRK4yuew/s320/photo+1-758944.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511498136950170930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THzGXn7qaXI/AAAAAAAAAJA/CjEXqB0bAGo/s1600/photo+2-762300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THzGXn7qaXI/AAAAAAAAAJA/CjEXqB0bAGo/s320/photo+2-762300.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511498153153161586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THzGYKRQ1PI/AAAAAAAAAJI/8YM4oDxf4GE/s320/photo+3-763977.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511498162370565362" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;cheers..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38914111-1702695028178674417?l=natpetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/feeds/1702695028178674417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38914111&amp;postID=1702695028178674417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/1702695028178674417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/1702695028178674417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-first-4d-ultrasound.html' title='My first 4D ultrasound..'/><author><name>PetiteNat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18402752954638528058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THzxdQVsKoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_0RXAqBA04E/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THzGWrkkZTI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Tj9NRK4yuew/s72-c/photo+1-758944.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38914111.post-3221288840264638986</id><published>2010-05-01T15:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T15:49:41.299+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>In memoriam..</title><content type='html'>Our beloved angel,&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Adeline Singgih&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;It's been 2 years since you left us, but you always live in our heart.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Love you forever, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;mommy &amp;amp; daddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THzBaWwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAIg/bIhGVFzglus/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAxMzgtMjAxMDA4MTMtMTUwNC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-793355"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THzBaWwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAIg/bIhGVFzglus/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAxMzgtMjAxMDA4MTMtMTUwNC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-793355" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511492702525525490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cheers..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38914111-3221288840264638986?l=natpetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/feeds/3221288840264638986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38914111&amp;postID=3221288840264638986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/3221288840264638986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/3221288840264638986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/2010/08/in-memoriam.html' title='In memoriam..'/><author><name>PetiteNat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18402752954638528058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THzxdQVsKoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_0RXAqBA04E/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THzBaWwxDfI/AAAAAAAAAIg/bIhGVFzglus/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAxMzgtMjAxMDA4MTMtMTUwNC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-793355' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38914111.post-109139466031443341</id><published>2010-04-24T15:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T15:54:59.685+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>My first baby bump!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THzDJb3pFvI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Rcd4SkgSqso/s1600/photo-737688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THzDJb3pFvI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Rcd4SkgSqso/s320/photo-737688.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511494610862020338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38914111-109139466031443341?l=natpetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/feeds/109139466031443341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38914111&amp;postID=109139466031443341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/109139466031443341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/109139466031443341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-first-baby-bump.html' title='My first baby bump!'/><author><name>PetiteNat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18402752954638528058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THzxdQVsKoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_0RXAqBA04E/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THzDJb3pFvI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Rcd4SkgSqso/s72-c/photo-737688.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38914111.post-1749288707670970092</id><published>2010-04-21T20:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T10:10:01.919+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoucement'/><title type='text'>matthew announcement..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THz_0bVbY8I/AAAAAAAAAKY/s02WlbZBjiI/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FbWF0dCBhbm5vdW5jZW1lbnQ3LmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-769306"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THz_0bVbY8I/AAAAAAAAAKY/s02WlbZBjiI/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FbWF0dCBhbm5vdW5jZW1lbnQ3LmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-769306" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511561320150557634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;cheers..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38914111-1749288707670970092?l=natpetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/feeds/1749288707670970092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38914111&amp;postID=1749288707670970092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/1749288707670970092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/1749288707670970092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/2010/08/matthew-announcement.html' title='matthew announcement..'/><author><name>PetiteNat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18402752954638528058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THzxdQVsKoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_0RXAqBA04E/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THz_0bVbY8I/AAAAAAAAAKY/s02WlbZBjiI/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FbWF0dCBhbm5vdW5jZW1lbnQ3LmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-769306' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38914111.post-3800301008760258070</id><published>2010-04-08T15:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T16:00:26.289+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>First ultrasound..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Are we having twins?? Omg.. Can't wait for the next usg!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THzEBn8pjtI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fO0jnqKVsno/s1600/photo-762549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THzEBn8pjtI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fO0jnqKVsno/s320/photo-762549.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511495576176922322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;cheers..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38914111-3800301008760258070?l=natpetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/feeds/3800301008760258070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38914111&amp;postID=3800301008760258070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/3800301008760258070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/3800301008760258070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/2010/08/first-ultrasound.html' title='First ultrasound..'/><author><name>PetiteNat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18402752954638528058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THzxdQVsKoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_0RXAqBA04E/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THzEBn8pjtI/AAAAAAAAAIw/fO0jnqKVsno/s72-c/photo-762549.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38914111.post-440307439223390743</id><published>2010-03-19T09:26:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T15:27:38.403+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Finally!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote type="cite"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;After 1,5 years of trying, expecting, and hoping.. After peeing so many time on these sticks.. Finally I got positive result!! Meaning: I'm pregnant!!! Yay \(^.^)/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;wish me luck!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THy8t2FhDaI/AAAAAAAAAHY/fLIC5uMLQa4/s1600/photo-791570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THy8t2FhDaI/AAAAAAAAAHY/fLIC5uMLQa4/s320/photo-791570.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511487539793431970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38914111-440307439223390743?l=natpetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/feeds/440307439223390743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38914111&amp;postID=440307439223390743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/440307439223390743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/440307439223390743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/2010/08/finally.html' title='Finally!!'/><author><name>PetiteNat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18402752954638528058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THzxdQVsKoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_0RXAqBA04E/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THy8t2FhDaI/AAAAAAAAAHY/fLIC5uMLQa4/s72-c/photo-791570.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38914111.post-7545292447066835600</id><published>2010-01-14T19:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T19:06:58.420+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>My brother graduation's day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;Finally after 4 years study @ shanghai!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THzvxYv02nI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ESGk3T2o2Bk/s320/photo+1-760834.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511543675730319986" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THzvw5ZSBwI/AAAAAAAAAJg/XdwcbGp6VNs/s1600/photo+2-759722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THzvw5ZSBwI/AAAAAAAAAJg/XdwcbGp6VNs/s320/photo+2-759722.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511543667314263810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THzvwpmvB3I/AAAAAAAAAJY/froHCRoon9c/s320/photo+3-758362.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511543663075723122" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;cheers..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38914111-7545292447066835600?l=natpetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/feeds/7545292447066835600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38914111&amp;postID=7545292447066835600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/7545292447066835600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/7545292447066835600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-brother-graduations-day.html' title='My brother graduation&apos;s day!'/><author><name>PetiteNat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18402752954638528058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THzxdQVsKoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_0RXAqBA04E/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THzvxYv02nI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ESGk3T2o2Bk/s72-c/photo+1-760834.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38914111.post-8154003148794849054</id><published>2009-01-07T14:48:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T14:55:49.183+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing tomatoes Italian way</title><content type='html'>An old Italian man lived alone in the country. He wanted to dig his tomato garden but it was very hard work as the ground was hard. His only son, Vincent, who used to help him, was in prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Vincent,&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling pretty badly because it looks like I won’t be able to plant my tomato garden this year.&lt;br /&gt;I’m just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. I know if you were here my troubles would be over. I know you would be happy to dig the plot for me.&lt;br /&gt;Love, Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later he received a letter from his son:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dad,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t dig up that garden. That’s where I buried the bodies.&lt;br /&gt;Love, Vinnie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 4 a.m. the next morning, FBI agents and local police arrived and dug up the entire area without finding any bodies. They apologized to the old man and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That same day the old man received another letter from his son:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dad,&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and plant the tomatoes now.&lt;br /&gt;That’s the best I could do under the circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;Love you, Vinnie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cheers..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38914111-8154003148794849054?l=natpetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/feeds/8154003148794849054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38914111&amp;postID=8154003148794849054&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/8154003148794849054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/8154003148794849054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/2009/01/growing-tomatoes-italian-way.html' title='Growing tomatoes Italian way'/><author><name>PetiteNat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18402752954638528058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THzxdQVsKoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_0RXAqBA04E/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38914111.post-6153405848126295291</id><published>2008-12-01T13:52:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T14:11:36.879+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Business Wisdom'/><title type='text'>Menjalankan Kehidupan Dengan Benar-Benar Hidup</title><content type='html'>cerita berikut ini sangat inspiratif.. dikutip dari website Bpk Tanadi Santoso yg terkenal dengan Business Wisdomnya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika kita masih kecil, kita selalu berharap, "Kalau saja nanti saya SMP/SMA waduh saya bisa naik sepeda/sepeda motor sendiri. Sekolah alangkah nikmatnya." Ketika sudah SMP/SMA kita berpikir, "Kalau aku jadi mahasiswa, pasti keren. Bisa pacaran." Maka kita mengharap dan mengharap dan mengharap jadi mahasiswa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ketika kita diterima di universitas, kita senang. Begitu jadi mahasiswa kita berpikir, "Kapan ya kita lulus. Setelah diwisuda aku bisa bekerja." Maka kita terus berpikir seperti itu. Terus mengharapkan wisuda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah lulus kuliah diterima bekerja. "Asyik, sekarang aku masuk di perusahaan besar. Kapan ya saya bisa jadi direktur ?" Dalam perjalanan kerja, dia menikah dan lalu menjadi direktur. Dan setelah jadi direktur berharap, "Sekarang aku sudah jadi direktur, kapan ya anakku sudah bisa sekolah ?" Dan ketika anaknya sudah sekolah kita berharap, "Anakku sudah sekolah, kapan ya anakku bisa bekerja dan kawin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanpa terasa waktu berjalan. Tiba-tiba kita sudah sampai pada ujung kehidupan. Kita sudah menjadi tua renta dan pensiun. Dan kita tiba-tiba sadar, karena kita belum pernah benar-benar hidup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalam kehidupan kita, ada kata hidup dalam kata kehidupan itu. Maka kita sebenarnya bukan berkeinginan untuk mencapai titik ujung kehidupan. Karena di titik ujung yang paling sana adalah kuburan. Sedang di titik ujung sebelah sini adalah kelahiran. Dari saat kita lahir sampai kita meninggal ada kehidupan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kata kunci untuk kehidupan adalah menjadi hidup. Kita hidup maka kita merasakan saat ini. Kita menikmati menjadi seorang mahasiswa. Kita menikmati menjadi seorang karyawan, seorang ayah dan lainnya. Kita menikmati kehidupan hari-hari ini. Kita tidak pernah mengharapkan, "Besok saya ujian, lulus, jadi kerja, menikah, punya anak dan kaya raya." Tidak. Tapi kita menjalani kehidupan yang sudah ada dengan benar-benar hidup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-- cheers..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38914111-6153405848126295291?l=natpetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/feeds/6153405848126295291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38914111&amp;postID=6153405848126295291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/6153405848126295291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/6153405848126295291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/2008/12/menjalankan-kehidupan-dengan-benar.html' title='Menjalankan Kehidupan Dengan Benar-Benar Hidup'/><author><name>PetiteNat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18402752954638528058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THzxdQVsKoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_0RXAqBA04E/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38914111.post-9144154468998419704</id><published>2008-10-27T20:37:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T21:44:13.232+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson'/><title type='text'>Everything happens for a reason..</title><content type='html'>We often hear this phrase "Everything happens for a reason". Does it always true? me myself believe that everything happens for a reason.. for a higher purpose. I believe that everything contains a gift or a lesson, though I may not always be able to see it in the moment, but i'm sure that one day when i found out the reason then i'll be very grateful of what happened in the past and probably regret why did i complain, blaming and feel guilty so much that time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I did some job hunting and found one job that challange me, that attract me. It was a math tutor but this math academy has a unique way of teaching math to children. I am so interested, i thought maybe i could use some changes in my careers, or maybe i could be a great teacher since i love children, or maybe there's a piece missing in my life because of my loss recently so i thought maybe this job will fullfil me or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First i was hesitated, what if i couldn't be a good teacher? and many other what if.. so i didn't apply for that job.. then few days later i still saw that job advertising... and the week after that... and even the week after the long lebaran holiday.. then i began to think what if this is the right job for me? what if this is meant to be? so i applied for that job, and i got a call for interview..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i met this lovely lady, Widya, she was the one who interviewed me, i dont know why but i feel like i already like her. We had a small talk, but unfortunately the salary didn't suit me. So i have to let it go, eventhough i really like the job. A few days later, I got a call from her again, it was a surprise, we met and we talked. She offer me a freelance job, and gave me the sample. It was nice talking to her, she's nice and stuff. Then she recomend me to read "Happy for No Reason - 7 Steps to being happy from the inside out by Marci Shimoff &amp;amp; Carol Kline". I was very attracted to the book after i read the title (eventhough i haven't see the book). I went to the bookstore the next day and bought the book straight away and start reading..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this book very inspiring, and i believe that i can be happy for no reason.. i want to be happy for no reason.. i began to think about all my past experiences, all my bad habbits with fullon complaining, blaming and feel guilty.. i just want to be happy! So far I've learned that to be happy we have to be less complaining, less blaming, focus on the solutions, make peace with yourself, and be more grateful for everything u have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very worth it reading this book.. so probably you should read it too.. i recomend this book.. probably after i read this book and practicing the theories to my life, i can be happy, all that mental block that block my happiness will go away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I submit the samples, hoping that it'll suit the academy, then few days later, she called me and they accept my sample, it was really surprising seeing that i didn't think it was good enough, so I met her again today, we had talk, i feel like we are very similar in someway, i feel like i knew her for years already.. and she said that probably we met for a reason.. who knows? then it hit me.. yeah probably i met her for a reason.. maybe i can finally make inner peace of myself.. maybe i can be a better person.. maybe i can be happy from the inside out! who knows, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what exactly is the reason for all of this yet, but from what i know so far, i got a good friend that i can talk to, and also i found this really amazing book that could change my life. Hope it could change your life too when u read it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38914111-9144154468998419704?l=natpetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/feeds/9144154468998419704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38914111&amp;postID=9144154468998419704&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/9144154468998419704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/9144154468998419704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/2008/10/everything-happens-for-reason.html' title='Everything happens for a reason..'/><author><name>PetiteNat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18402752954638528058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THzxdQVsKoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_0RXAqBA04E/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38914111.post-4155483799981633247</id><published>2008-09-27T11:03:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T11:09:12.310+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke Of The Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson'/><title type='text'>WIFE VS. HUSBAND</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WIFE VS. HUSBAND&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple drove down a country road for several miles, not saying a word.An earlier discussion had led to an argument andneither of them wanted to concede their position.As they passed a barnyard of mules, goats, and pigs,the husband asked sarcastically, 'Relatives of yours?''Yep,' the wife replied, 'in-laws.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W O R D S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A husband read an article to his wife about how many words women use a day...30,000 to a man's 15,000.The wife replied, 'The reason has to be because we have to repeat everything to men...The husband then turned to his wife and asked, 'What?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CREATION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man said to his wife one day, 'I don't know how you can beso stupid and so beautiful all at the same time.' The wife responded, 'Allow me to explain.God made me beautiful so you would be attracted to me;God made me stupid so I would be attracted to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHO DOES WHAT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man and his wife were having an argument about whoshould brew the coffee each morning.The wife said, 'You should do it, because you get up first,and then we don't have to wait as long to get our coffee.'The husband said, ' You are in charge of cooking around here andyou should do it, because that is your job, and I can just wait for my coffee.'Wife replies, 'No, you should do it, and besides, it is in the Biblethat the man should do the coffee.'Husband replies, 'I can't believe that, show me.'So she fetched the Bible, and opened the New Testamentand showed him at the top of several pages, that it indeed says........ .'HEBREWS'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Silent Treatment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man and his wife were having some problems at home and were giving eachother the silent treatment. Suddenly, the man realized that the next day,he would need his wife to wake him at 5:00 AM for an early morning business flight..Not wanting to be the first to break the silence (and LOSE), he wrote on a piece of paper,'Please wake me at 5:00 AM.' He left it where he knew she would find it.The next morning, the man woke up, only to discover it was 9:00 AMand he had missed his flight. Furious, he was about to go andsee why his wife hadn't wakened him, when he noticed a piece of paper bythe bed. The paper said, 'It is 5:00 AM. Wake up.'Men are not equipped for this kind of contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;moral of the story: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;God may have created man before woman, but there is always a rough draft before the masterpiece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cheers...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38914111-4155483799981633247?l=natpetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/feeds/4155483799981633247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38914111&amp;postID=4155483799981633247&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/4155483799981633247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/4155483799981633247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/2008/09/wife-vs-husband.html' title='WIFE VS. HUSBAND'/><author><name>PetiteNat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18402752954638528058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THzxdQVsKoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_0RXAqBA04E/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38914111.post-3484655152206410995</id><published>2008-09-20T09:04:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T10:17:56.850+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson'/><title type='text'>Apa kata dunia?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Apa kata dunia bila melihat sisa-sisa sampah hotel dan restaurant yang banyak baketerinya di daur ulang dgn cara di formalin, diberi pewarna dan digoreng lalu dijual di pasar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Apa kata dunia bila melihat daging-daging gelondongan yg di suntik dengan air supaya keliatan lebih berat dan lebih gemuk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Apa kata dunia bila melihat sapi yang sudah mati lalu dipotong2 lalu dijual ke pasar tanpa memikirkan bakteri-bakteri yang mungkin bisa berakibat fatal bila orang mengkonsumsinya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Apa kata dunia bila melihat ayam jg disuntik dengan air supaya lebih gemuk atau melihat ayam-ayam yang sudah telah menjadi bangkai, keluar belatungnya dan penuh dengan lalat tapi masih dijual?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Apa kata dunia bila melihat tahu yang diformalin lalu dikonsumsi oleh manusia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Apa kata dunia bila melihat pedagang gorengan memasukkan plastik ke dalam minyaknya sebelum menggoreng tahu/tempe/singkong supaya gurih terus sepanjang hari tanpa memikirkan dampak efek samping kimianya bila dikonsumsi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Apa kata dunia bila melihat makanan yang telah kadarluarsa dihancurkan kecil-kecil lalu dibuat makanan baru dan dipasarkan untuk dikonsumsi anak kecil?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Apa kata dunia bila melihat makanan yang telah kadarluarsa masih dijual di pasaran dengan harga yang murah? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Apa kata dunia bila mereka tahu semua ini tapi tetap membelinya tanpa memikirkan efek samping yang akan mereka dapatkan bila mengkonsumsinya, karena mereka tak mampu untuk membeli makanan yang masih layak dimakan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;siapakah yg bertanggung jawab atas semua ini? apakah hati nurani orang sudah terlalu dikonsumsi untuk kepentingan pribadi semata? atau hidup di indonesia begitu susah sampai orang tega menjual dan membeli makanan seperti itu demi bertahan hidup? demi sesuap nasi untuk keluarganya? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hmm.... semua ini membuat kita berpikir betapa beruntungnya kita dan betapa kita harus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;bersyukur atas apa yang kita miliki sekarang sehingga kita tak perlu mengkonsumsi makanan-makanan tersebut.. bersyukur karena kita masih mampu untuk makan makanan yang layak.. seberapa susahnya kita, kita masih jauh lebih beruntung daripada mereka... so live your life gracefully everyday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cheers..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38914111-3484655152206410995?l=natpetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/feeds/3484655152206410995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38914111&amp;postID=3484655152206410995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/3484655152206410995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/3484655152206410995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/2008/09/apa-kata-dunia.html' title='Apa kata dunia?'/><author><name>PetiteNat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18402752954638528058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THzxdQVsKoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_0RXAqBA04E/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38914111.post-712367546606980263</id><published>2008-09-18T16:45:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T14:09:11.353+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Same mistake - James blunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been listening to this song over and over again.. love it.. (and so many thanks to Mr. E!) here are the lyrics..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Saw the world turning in my sheets and once again I cannot sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Walk out the door and up the street; look at the stars beneath my feet.&lt;br /&gt;Remember rights that I did wrong, so here I go.&lt;br /&gt;Hello, hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no place I cannot go.&lt;br /&gt;My mind is muddy but my heart is heavy.&lt;br /&gt;Does it show?&lt;br /&gt;I lose the track that loses me, so here I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I sent some men to fight, and one came back at dead of night.&lt;br /&gt;Said he'd seen my enemy.&lt;br /&gt;Said he looked just like me,&lt;br /&gt;So I set out to cut myself and here I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ref. I'm not calling for a second chance,I'm screaming at the top of my voice.&lt;br /&gt;Give me reason but don't give me choice.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'll just make the same mistake again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe someday we will meet, and maybe talk and not just speak.&lt;br /&gt;Don't buy the promises 'cause, there are no promises I keep.&lt;br /&gt;And my reflection troubles me, so here I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ref.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw the world turning in my sheets and once again I cannot sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Walk out the door and up the street; look at the stars.&lt;br /&gt;Look at the stars fall down.And wonder where did I go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;cheers..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38914111-712367546606980263?l=natpetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/feeds/712367546606980263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38914111&amp;postID=712367546606980263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/712367546606980263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/712367546606980263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/2008/09/same-mistake-james-blunt.html' title='Same mistake - James blunt'/><author><name>PetiteNat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18402752954638528058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THzxdQVsKoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_0RXAqBA04E/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38914111.post-3871289625673564053</id><published>2008-09-18T16:16:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T16:25:38.358+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson'/><title type='text'>Quote of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"A couple of hundred years ago, Benjamin Franklin shared with the world the secret of his success. Never leave that till tomorrow, he said, which you can do today. This is the man who discovered electricity. You think more people would listen to what he had to say. I don't know why we put things off, but if I had to guess, I'd have to say it has a lot to do with fear. Fear of failure, fear of rejection, sometimes the fear is just of making a decision, because what if you're wrong? What if you're making a mistake you can't undo? The early bird catches the worm. A stitch in time saves nine. He who hesitates is lost. We can't pretend we hadn't been told. We've all heard the proverbs, heard the philosophers, heard our grandparents warning us about wasted time, heard the damn poets urging us to seize the day. Still sometimes we have to see for ourselves. We have to make our own mistakes. We have to learn our own lessons. We have to sweep today's possibility under tomorrow's rug until we can't anymore. Until we finally understand for ourselves what Benjamin Franklin really meant. That knowing is better than wondering, that waking is better than sleeping, and even the biggest failure, even the worst, beat the hell out of never trying. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;- Meredith Grey&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38914111-3871289625673564053?l=natpetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/feeds/3871289625673564053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38914111&amp;postID=3871289625673564053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/3871289625673564053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/3871289625673564053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/2008/09/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the day'/><author><name>PetiteNat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18402752954638528058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THzxdQVsKoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_0RXAqBA04E/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38914111.post-3288727296573355897</id><published>2008-08-25T16:22:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T16:35:03.646+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson'/><title type='text'>A Small Story..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A blind boy sat on the steps of a building with a hat by his feet. He held up a sign which said: "I am blind, please help." There were only a few coins in the hat.&lt;br /&gt;A man was walking by. He took a few coins from his pocket and dropped them into the hat. He then took the sign, turned it around, and wrote some words. He put the sign back so that everyone who walked by would see the new words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon the hat began to fill up. A lot more people were giving money to the blind boy. That afternoon the man who had changed the sign came to see how things were. The boy recognized his footsteps and asked, "Were you the one who changed my sign this morning? What did you write?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man said, "I only wrote the truth. I said what you said but in a different way." What he had written was: "Today is a beautiful day and I cannot see it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think the first sign and the second sign were saying the same thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course both signs told people the boy was blind. But the first sign simply said the boy was blind. The second sign told people they were so lucky that they were not blind. Should we be surprised that the second sign was more effective?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Moral of the Story: Be thankful for what you have. Be creative. Be innovative. Think differently and positively. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Invite others towards good with wisdom. Live life with no excuse and love with no regrets. When life gives you a 100 reasons to cry, show life that you have 1000 reasons to smile. Face your past without regret. Handle your present with confidence. Prepare for the future without fear. Keep the faith and drop the fear.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Great men say, "Life has to be an incessant process of repair and reconstruction, of discarding evil and developing goodness…. In the journey of life, if you want to travel without fear, you must have the ticket of a good conscience." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The most beautiful thing is to see a person smiling… And even more beautiful is, knowing that you are the reason behind it!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- cheers..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38914111-3288727296573355897?l=natpetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/feeds/3288727296573355897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38914111&amp;postID=3288727296573355897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/3288727296573355897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/3288727296573355897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/2008/08/small-story.html' title='A Small Story..'/><author><name>PetiteNat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18402752954638528058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THzxdQVsKoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_0RXAqBA04E/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38914111.post-1810683746396569187</id><published>2008-06-16T09:50:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T09:54:21.632+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letter'/><title type='text'>Love Letter from the sea..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Our little angel in heaven, adeline,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have no idea how wonderful &amp;amp; beautiful your mother is (outside &amp;amp; inside). but you could feel her in you. that's why you're in heaven now. you're chosen to be there to represent your parents love to God. wish you get use to your wings now....fly...fly...fly...in our hearts forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Aunty Fanny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38914111-1810683746396569187?l=natpetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/feeds/1810683746396569187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38914111&amp;postID=1810683746396569187&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/1810683746396569187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/1810683746396569187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/2008/06/love-letter-from-sea.html' title='Love Letter from the sea..'/><author><name>PetiteNat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18402752954638528058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THzxdQVsKoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_0RXAqBA04E/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38914111.post-857231890516157695</id><published>2008-05-29T09:13:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T09:18:35.447+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Thought'/><title type='text'>Love Letter from heaven..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dear Mommy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I just wanted to let you know that I made it home. The journey wasn't an easy one, but it didn't take too long. Everything is so pretty here, so white, so fresh and new. I wish that you could close your eyes and that you could see it too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Please try not to be sad for me... Try to understand. God is taking care of me... I'm in the shelter of His hands. Here there is no sadness, no sorrow, and no pain. Here there is no crying, and I'll never hurt again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here it is so peaceful when all the angels sing, I really have to go now-I've just got to try my wings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Your Little Angel Adeline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38914111-857231890516157695?l=natpetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/feeds/857231890516157695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38914111&amp;postID=857231890516157695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/857231890516157695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/857231890516157695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/2008/05/love-letter-from-heaven.html' title='Love Letter from heaven..'/><author><name>PetiteNat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18402752954638528058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THzxdQVsKoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_0RXAqBA04E/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38914111.post-4277467951497794660</id><published>2008-05-25T11:59:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T14:28:21.394+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Thought'/><title type='text'>Takdir itu kejam..?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Film yg lagunya berlirik "takdir memang kejam..." kembali menguak pikiranku akhir2 ini, apa benar takdir itu kejam?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tanggal 1 Mei 2008 kemarin, tepat pada hari kenaikan Yesus Kristus ke surga, aku kehilangan satu-satunya buah hatiku, putriku yg cantik, Adeline Singgih. Kejadian ini benar-benar seperti mimpi, terjadi begitu cepat membuatku shock dan tidak percaya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Banyak orang termasuk suami, orang tua, saudara2, dan teman2 yang memberi support padaku, menemaniku di rumah sakit. Telpon tak henti2nya berbunyi dari kerabat2 yang ingin mengucapkan belasungkawa dan dukungan. Hal ini membuatku semakin sedih dan teriris, karena menyadarkanku bahwa ini semua bukanlah mimpi semata melainkan kenyataan yg harus aku hadapi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kehilangan seseorang yg pernah tumbuh berkembang dalam rahimku begitu lama sangatlah menyedihkan, semua terasa hampa, tendangan-tendangan kecil itu sudah tidak ada lagi. Bila sebelumnya masih tidak percaya bahwa ada seseorang yg sedang hidup di diriku, masih tidak yakin akan bisa tidaknya menjadi ibu yg baik, dan masih ada sedikit keinginan untuk bersenang2 mengingat menjadi seorang ibu menjadi tidak bebas, sekarang dengan kehilangan ini membuatku ingin menjadi ibu, dan membuatku tak ingin apapun lagi kecuali Adelineku. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Beberapa hari yang lalu, ada berita bahwa ada orang yang menemukan seorang bayi di tempat pembuangan sampah di Bali. Mengapa orang tuanya begitu kejam? Mengapa mrk tega membuang darah dagingnya di tempat sampah sampai kepala dan tangan nya dicabik2 oleh anjing? Apa yang bayi itu perbuat sehingga mereka tidak menginginkannya? Apa dosa bayi itu? Bukankah dia berhak untuk hidup? Pertanyaan2 ini mengiang2 di kepalaku. Bukankah takdir itu kejam?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mungkin bila dilihat dari apa yg terjadi pdku, dan dunia akhir2 ini orang bilang takdir itu kejam, namun aku percaya bahwa takdir itu bukan kejam, tetapi takdir itu membuat kita lebih tegar dalam menghadapi hidup di dunia ini, takdir membuat kita lebih menghargai hidup, takdir membuat kita menysukuri apa yang kita miliki, dan takdir membawa kita untuk lebih dekat dengan Tuhan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pastor yang mendoakan Adeline pernah berkata, bahwa ini sudah rencana Tuhan membawa Adeline tepat pada hari kenaikan Yesus Kristus ke surga, sehingga Adeline diangkat bersama-sama denganNya dan dijadikan malaikat kecilNya. Karena bayi yang meninggal didalam rahim masih suci dan akan menjadi malaikat kecil yang akan selalu mendoakan keluarganya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kehilangan Adeline benar2 pengalaman yang membentuk hidupku, dan aku merasa ada bagian dari diriku yang telah mati bersamanya, membuatku bertekad untuk menjadi orang yang lebih baik. Meskipun aku belum pernah menggendongnya, tapi aku bersyukur telah 8bulan "menggendongnya" didalam rahimku, bersyukur telah merasakan tendangan2 kecilnya dan bersyukur telah memilikinya meski dalam waktu yang singkat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sekarang, Adelineku sudah menjadi malaikat kecil di surga, yang dipangku oleh Yesus, mendoakan orang tuanya dari atas sana, dan kelak akan menjaga adik-adiknya. Aku menjadi lega karena Adeline sudah menemukan kebahagiaan sejati, dan tinggal menunggu waktu untuk berkumpul bersama papa mamanya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pengalaman pahit ini membuatku sadar bahwa banyak orang yg begitu mencintaiku, memperhatikanku. Mama Papaku yang begitu peduli dan perhatian, suamiku yang begitu menjagaku dan menghiburku, serta kakak dan adikku yang menguatkanku, saudara2 dan teman2 yang selalu ada disisiku ketika aku membutuhkan mereka. Meskipun aku tahu merekapun ikut sedih atas kematian Adeline, Papa Mama yang sudah tidak sabar untuk menggendong cucu pertamanya, Suamiku yang sangat tidak sabar untuk bertemu dgn putri pertamanya, dan kakak adik dan saudara2 lainnya yang tidak sabar untuk melihat keponakannya, tapi mereka menyembunyikannya, malah menghiburku dan tersenyum didepanku meskipun di dalam hatinya menangis, semua ini mereka lakukan untuk membuatku tegar, dan kuat. Hal ini membuatku terenyuh dan bertekad untuk menghadapi hidup ini dengan berpikiran positive dan mengambil hikmah atas kejadian2 di hidup ini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aku percaya Tuhan pasti punya rencana atas apa yang terjadi di hidup ini, dan aku tahu pasti, semua kan jadi indah pada waktunya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38914111-4277467951497794660?l=natpetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/feeds/4277467951497794660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38914111&amp;postID=4277467951497794660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/4277467951497794660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/4277467951497794660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/2008/05/takdir-itu-kejam.html' title='Takdir itu kejam..?'/><author><name>PetiteNat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18402752954638528058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THzxdQVsKoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_0RXAqBA04E/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38914111.post-1420962527444987966</id><published>2008-05-25T11:30:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T11:42:26.196+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson'/><title type='text'>What Makes a Mother?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I thought of you and closed my eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And prayed to God today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I asked "What makes a Mother?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I know I heard Him say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"A Mother has a baby" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This we know is true &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"But God can you be a Mother, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When your baby's not with you?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Yes, you can," &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;He replied With confidence in His voice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"I give many women babies, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When they leave is not their choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Some I send for a lifetime, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And others for the day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And some I send to feel your womb, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But there's no need to stay." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"I just don't understand this God &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I want my baby to be here." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;He took a deep breath and cleared His throat, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And then I saw the tear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"I wish I could show you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What your child is doing today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you could see your child's smile, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;With all the other children and say... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;'We go to Earth to learn our lessons, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Of love and life and fear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My Mommy loved me oh so much, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I got to come straight here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel so lucky to have a Mom, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Who had so much love for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I learned my lessons very quickly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My Mommy set me free. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I miss my Mommy so much, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But I visit her every day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When she goes to sleep, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;On her pillow's where I lay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I stroke her hair and kiss her cheek, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And whisper in her ear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mommy don't be sad today, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm your baby and I'm here.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"So you see my dear sweet ones, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;your children are okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Your babies are born here in My home, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And this is where they'll stay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;They'll wait for you with Me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Until your lesson's through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And on the day that you come home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;they'll be at the gates for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So now you see what makes a Mother, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's the feeling in your heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;it's the love you had so much of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Right from the very start &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Though some on earth may not realize, you are a Mother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Until their time is done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;They'll be up here with Me one day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;and know that you are the best one!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;     - author unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38914111-1420962527444987966?l=natpetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/feeds/1420962527444987966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38914111&amp;postID=1420962527444987966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/1420962527444987966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/1420962527444987966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-makes-mother.html' title='What Makes a Mother?'/><author><name>PetiteNat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18402752954638528058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THzxdQVsKoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_0RXAqBA04E/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38914111.post-2603161891063770872</id><published>2008-01-08T18:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T18:13:35.750+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quote'/><title type='text'>Quote of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Be grateful for what you have now. As you begin to think about all the things in your life you are grateful for, you will be amazed at the never ending thoughts that come back to you of more things to be grateful for. You have to make a start, and then the law of attraction will receive those grateful thoughts and give you more just like them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Rhonda Byrne quotes" href="http://www.woopidoo.com/business_quotes/authors/rhonda-byrne/index.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rhonda Byrne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38914111-2603161891063770872?l=natpetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/feeds/2603161891063770872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38914111&amp;postID=2603161891063770872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/2603161891063770872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/2603161891063770872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/2008/01/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the day'/><author><name>PetiteNat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18402752954638528058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THzxdQVsKoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_0RXAqBA04E/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38914111.post-717611463131518513</id><published>2008-01-05T11:36:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T12:17:58.056+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year..</title><content type='html'>Hm.. it's been a while since Iwrote a blog... but I try to start again seeing that I have nothing to do at home anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008.. a brand new year... begin with disaster everywhere especially in Java, Indonesia. Similar as the previous years, in 2005 there was a big tsunami in Aceh, 2007 began with the missing plane Adam Air, this year begin with big floods everywhere in Indonesia. I started to wonder maybe this country is cursed seeing that so many corruptions, bombings, or killing during the wars ages ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sort of depressing, but I believe that as long as we still have faith that God will take care our lives then we have nothing to worry about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. when i think back to the previous year, 2007, so many things happened in my life.. bad things and good things... It started with the day I've lost my uncle in January, then the day I've lost my grandpa in February, then the day I've lost my other uncle, then the day I've lost my little 15 years old cousin, and also the day I've lost my father in Law in August. What a tragic year i suppose? but I believe that God has good plans for us for this lost..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, many good things also happened in my life and my family during 2007 apart from those tragic lost I've mentioned above, I've got married in June with the man I love, with the honeymoon, the new life and stuff, then three months later i've got pregnant :) the happiest time in my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure that this year will be a better year for me and my family. My sister is getting married in August, and my lil cousin is also getting married in June, and also my baby is due in June! there's a possibility that my other lil cousin getting married at the end of the year too.. Hm.. what an exciting year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new year resolutions.. hm.. become a good loving mother, and of course become a better person!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38914111-717611463131518513?l=natpetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/feeds/717611463131518513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38914111&amp;postID=717611463131518513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/717611463131518513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/717611463131518513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year..'/><author><name>PetiteNat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18402752954638528058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THzxdQVsKoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_0RXAqBA04E/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38914111.post-2135608117790111376</id><published>2007-05-26T21:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T21:46:54.450+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke Of The Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson'/><title type='text'>'HOW TO GET A DAY OFF WORK'</title><content type='html'>I urgently needed a day off, but I knew my boss would not let me take leave. I thought maybe, if I acted crazy, he would tell me to take a few days off. So, I hung upside down from the ceiling and made funny noises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Maori co-worker asked what I was doing. I told him I was pretending to be a light bulb so that the boss would think I was crazy and allow me a few days off work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon enough, my boss entered the office.  "What are you doing"? he exclaimed. I told him I was a light bulb. He said "you are clearly stressed out. Go home and recuperate for a couple of days". I jumped down from the ceiling and walked out of the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my Maori co-worker followed me, the boss asked him "and where do you think you're going?" He said "I'm going home bro , I can't work in the dark".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38914111-2135608117790111376?l=natpetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/feeds/2135608117790111376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38914111&amp;postID=2135608117790111376&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/2135608117790111376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/2135608117790111376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/2007/05/how-to-get-day-off-work.html' title='&apos;HOW TO GET A DAY OFF WORK&apos;'/><author><name>PetiteNat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18402752954638528058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THzxdQVsKoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_0RXAqBA04E/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38914111.post-8771513306694047124</id><published>2007-05-03T12:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T12:11:34.289+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke Of The Day'/><title type='text'>Why British think 80% of M'sians coming to UK to study law?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;UK Immigration Officer: Purpose of visit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Visitor: I'm here to study law, sir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Officer: You know, you must have a lot of lawyers in Malaysia .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Visitor: Why do you say that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Officer: Well, i've been here for a good twenty years, and I'd say 80% of Malaysians I see here say they're here to read law.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Visitor: Oh, really? That's really something i never knew. Hard to believe in fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Officer: Just you watch, then. You just stand here until the next Malaysian comes along, and I'll bet he's here to read law.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Visitor waits for 5 mins, Ah Chong from Malaysia comes to immigration counter*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Officer: Mr. Ah Chong, purpose of visit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ah Chong: Study lorr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cheers..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38914111-8771513306694047124?l=natpetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/feeds/8771513306694047124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38914111&amp;postID=8771513306694047124&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/8771513306694047124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/8771513306694047124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/2007/05/why-british-think-80-of-msians-coming.html' title='Why British think 80% of M&apos;sians coming to UK to study law?'/><author><name>PetiteNat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18402752954638528058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THzxdQVsKoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_0RXAqBA04E/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38914111.post-6618727785338759652</id><published>2007-04-25T12:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T12:21:28.574+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson'/><title type='text'>Human Resource Lingo</title><content type='html'>"COMPETITIVE SALARY" = We remain competitive by paying less than our competitors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"JOIN OUR FAST-PACED COMPANY" = We have no time to train you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"CASUAL WORK ATMOSPHERE" = We don't pay enough to expect that you'll dress up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"MUST BE DEADLINE-ORIENTED" = You'll be six months behind schedule on your first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SOME OVERTIME REQUIRED" = Some time each night and some time each weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"DUTIES WILL VARY" = Anyone in the office can boss you around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"MUST HAVE AN EYE FOR DETAIL" = We have no quality control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO PHONE CALLS PLEASE" = We've filled the job; our call for resumes is just a legal formality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SEEKING CANDIDATES WITH A WIDE VARIETY OF EXPERIENCE" = You'll need it to replace three people who just left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"PROBLEM-SOLVING SKILLS A MUST" = You're walking into a company in perpetual chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"REQUIRES TEAM LEADERSHIP SKILLS" = You'll have the responsibilities of a manager, without the pay or respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"GOOD COMMUNICATION SKILLS" = Management communicates, you listen, figure out what they want and do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheeers...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38914111-6618727785338759652?l=natpetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/feeds/6618727785338759652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38914111&amp;postID=6618727785338759652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/6618727785338759652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/6618727785338759652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/2007/04/human-resource-lingo.html' title='Human Resource Lingo'/><author><name>PetiteNat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18402752954638528058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THzxdQVsKoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_0RXAqBA04E/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38914111.post-8202701934696520744</id><published>2007-04-25T11:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T12:15:22.869+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke Of The Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lesson'/><title type='text'>A lesson for today..</title><content type='html'>The organs of the body were having a meeting, trying to decide who was in charge. Each organ took a turn to speak up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brain - I should be in charge because I run all body functions.&lt;br /&gt;Blood - I should be in charge because I circulate oxygen for the brain.&lt;br /&gt;Stomach - I should be in charge because I process food to the brain.&lt;br /&gt;Legs - I should be in charge because I take the brain where it wants to go.&lt;br /&gt;Eyes - I should be in charge because I let the brain see where it's going.&lt;br /&gt;@$$hole - I should be in charge because I get rid of your waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the other parts laughed so hard and this made the @$$hole very mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 - Brain got a terrible headache and cried out for relief&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 - Stomach got bloated and began to ache terribly&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 - Legs got cramps and became unstable&lt;br /&gt;Day 4 - Eyes became watery and vision became blurred&lt;br /&gt;Day 5 - Blood became toxic and poisoned the body&lt;br /&gt;Day 6 - The other organs agreed to let the @$$hole be in charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;MORAL OF THE STORY: "NO MATTER WHO YOU ARE, OR HOW IMPORTANT YOU THINK YOU ARE, YOU WILL FIND THAT IT IS ALWAYS THE @$$HOLE THAT IS IN CHARGE"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38914111-8202701934696520744?l=natpetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/feeds/8202701934696520744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38914111&amp;postID=8202701934696520744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/8202701934696520744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/8202701934696520744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/2007/04/lesson-for-today.html' title='A lesson for today..'/><author><name>PetiteNat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18402752954638528058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THzxdQVsKoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_0RXAqBA04E/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38914111.post-8250646541368042518</id><published>2007-04-25T11:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T11:19:46.123+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke Of The Day'/><title type='text'>Two Italian Men and a Lady..</title><content type='html'>A bus stops and two Italian men get on. They sit down and engage in an animated conversation. The lady sitting behind them ignores them at first, but her attention is galvanized when she hears one of the men say the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Emma come first. Den I come. Den two asses come together. I come once-a-more. Two asses, they come together again. I come again and pee twice. Then I come one lasta time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You foul-mouthed sex obsessed swine," retorted the lady indignantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In this Country, we don't speak aloud in public places about our sex lives...... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, coola down lady," said the man. "Who talkin' abouta sexa? I'm a justa tellin' my frienda how to spella 'Mississippi'."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38914111-8250646541368042518?l=natpetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/feeds/8250646541368042518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38914111&amp;postID=8250646541368042518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/8250646541368042518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/8250646541368042518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/2007/04/two-italian-men-and-lady.html' title='Two Italian Men and a Lady..'/><author><name>PetiteNat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18402752954638528058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THzxdQVsKoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_0RXAqBA04E/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38914111.post-6750677231885715665</id><published>2007-04-18T10:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T14:25:17.552+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke Of The Day'/><title type='text'>Understanding Engineers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two engineering students were walking across campus when one said, "Where did you get such a great bike?"&lt;br /&gt;The second engineer replied, "Well, I was walking along yesterday minding my own business when a beautiful woman rode up on this bike. She threw the bike to the ground, took off all her clothes and said, "Take what you want."&lt;br /&gt;The second engineer nodded approvingly, "Good choice. The clothes probably wouldn't have fit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Take Two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;An architect, an artist and an engineer were discussing whether it was better to spend time with the wife or a mistress. The architect said he enjoyed time with his wife, building a solid foundation for an enduring relationship. The artist said he enjoyed time with his mistress, because the passion and mystery he found there. The engineer said, "I like both." Both? "Yeah. If you have a wife and a mistress, they will each assume you are spending time with the other woman, and you can go to the garage and get some work done."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Take Three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;To the optimist, the glass is half full.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;To the pessimist, the glass is half empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;To the engineer, the glass is twice as big as it needs to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take Four&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Three engineering students were gathered together discussing the possible designers of the human body.The first one said, "It was a mechanical engineer." Just look at all the joints."Another said, "No, it was an electrical engineer. The nervous system has many thousands of electrical connections."The last one said, "Actually it was a civil engineer. Who else would run a toxic waste pipeline through a recreational area?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Take Five&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;An engineer was crossing a road one day when a frog called out to him and said, "If you kiss me, I'll turn into a beautiful princess." He bent over, picked up the frog and put it in his pocket.&lt;br /&gt;The frog spoke up again and said, "If you kiss me and turn me back into a beautiful princess, I will stay with you for one week." The engineer took the frog out of his pocket, smiled at it and returned it to the pocket. The frog then cried out, "If you kiss me and turn me back into a princess, I'll stay with you and do ANYTHING you want."Again the engineer took the frog out, smiled at it and put it back into his pocket. Finally, the frog asked, "What is the matter? I've told you I'm a beautiful princess, and that I'll stay with you for a week and do anything you want. Why won't you kiss me?" The engineer said, "Look, I'm an engineer. I don't have time for a girlfriend, but a talking frog, now that's cool."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;cheers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38914111-6750677231885715665?l=natpetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/feeds/6750677231885715665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38914111&amp;postID=6750677231885715665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/6750677231885715665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/6750677231885715665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/2007/04/understanding-engineers.html' title='Understanding Engineers'/><author><name>PetiteNat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18402752954638528058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THzxdQVsKoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_0RXAqBA04E/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38914111.post-2227617005614224897</id><published>2007-04-17T13:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T14:29:13.005+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Restaurant Review'/><title type='text'>Sapu Lidi Restaurant</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Category : Cafe &amp; Restaurants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cuisine : Sundanese&lt;br /&gt;Location : Jl. Sersan Bajuri - Lembang Bandung&lt;br /&gt;telp. 022-2786915&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Resto yg mempunyai konsep unik "makan ditengah sawah" ini sangat susah dicari di Jakarta. Apalagi didukung dengan udara pegunungan yg sejuk segar, dan pondok'an2 yg mirip bgt ama pondokan di tengah2 sawah dan juga tanaman2 padinya. Jadi bener2 kerasa makan di tengah sawah deh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Untuk makanan yg ditawarkan adalah makanan2 sunda, seperti nasi timbel, bermacam2 ikan goreng dan bakar, Bermacam2 pepes dan oncom serta makanan2 sunda lainnya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/RiRtWCSGeqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/LDMK9GERAgQ/s1600-h/nasi+timbel_kc.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054284907153881762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="176" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/RiRtWCSGeqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/LDMK9GERAgQ/s320/nasi+timbel_kc.jpg" width="253" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nasi timbelnya terdiri dari ayam goreng, tempe bacem, tahu goreng, bawal, sayur asem, lalapan dan nasi.&lt;br /&gt;Sayur asem dan sambelnya bener2 bikin lidah bergoyang.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Selain nasi timbel, menu unggulannya adalah sate, terdapat bermacam2 sate yg benar2 menggugah selera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/RiRobySGeoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GjJGaA3O2I4/s1600-h/ikan.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054279508379990658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" height="151" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/RiRobySGeoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GjJGaA3O2I4/s320/ikan.jpg" width="280" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Menu lain yg patut untuk dicoba adalah ikan goreng ala sapu lidi (lupa namanya). Ikannya di bumbuin dengan bumbu yg ada lombok2nya gitu lalu digoreng. Jadi rasanya asin2 pedas.. pokok enak deh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/RiSDNSSGezI/AAAAAAAAABk/s2j8QCsCwYA/s1600-h/sapu+lidi.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054308946085837618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/RiSDNSSGezI/AAAAAAAAABk/s2j8QCsCwYA/s200/sapu+lidi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Selain Restaurant, Sapu Lidi ini mempunyai fasilitas resort juga. Dengan view ala desa dan danau, resort ini nuansanya mirip dengan kampung sampireun. Kamar yg disediakan berbentuk bungalow2 floating dan juga ada sampannya. Untuk kamar yg termurah berkisar seharga satu jutaan per malam. Tp menurutku worth it bgt mengingat suasana yg sangat berbeda dgn Jakarta, dan udara yg segar alami, bener2 relax deh.. dijamin stress2 pada ilang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, Highly recommended for those who like Sundanese Food while enjoying a great village view and fresh air..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Price : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/RiR5XySGexI/AAAAAAAAABU/Mci5oBnHfag/s1600-h/2price.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054298131358186258" style="WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 18px" height="31" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/RiR5XySGexI/AAAAAAAAABU/Mci5oBnHfag/s200/2price.jpg" width="189" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (main course Rp.30,000-60,000)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Service : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/RiR0oSSGewI/AAAAAAAAABM/LRvMT4PAt4o/s1600-h/4king.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054292917267888898" style="WIDTH: 117px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 19px" height="41" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/RiR0oSSGewI/AAAAAAAAABM/LRvMT4PAt4o/s200/4king.jpg" width="193" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Overall :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/RiRxXCSGevI/AAAAAAAAABE/Pqyx0SYJ3AA/s1600-h/five+stars.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054289322380262130" style="WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 22px" height="37" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/RiRxXCSGevI/AAAAAAAAABE/Pqyx0SYJ3AA/s200/five+stars.jpg" width="192" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38914111-2227617005614224897?l=natpetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/feeds/2227617005614224897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38914111&amp;postID=2227617005614224897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/2227617005614224897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/2227617005614224897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/2007/04/sapu-lidi-restaurant.html' title='Sapu Lidi Restaurant'/><author><name>PetiteNat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18402752954638528058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THzxdQVsKoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_0RXAqBA04E/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/RiRtWCSGeqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/LDMK9GERAgQ/s72-c/nasi+timbel_kc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38914111.post-8771798119503708498</id><published>2007-04-17T12:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T12:52:53.370+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke Of The Day'/><title type='text'>Blonde and Irish..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two bored casino dealers are waiting at the craps table. An attractive blonde from Dublin arrived and bet twenty-thousand dollars on a single roll of the dice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "I hope you don't mind, but I feel much luckier when I'm completely nude."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, she stripped from the neck down, rolled the dice and yelled, "Come on, baby, Mama needs new clothes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the dice came to a stop, she jumped up and down and squealed "YES! YES! I WON, I WON!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hugged each of the dealers and then picked up her winnings and her clothes and quickly departed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The dealers stared at each other dumbfounded.  Finally, one of them asked, "What did she roll?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other answered, "I don't know - I thought you were watching."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Moral of the story : Not all Irish are stupid and not all blondes are dumb, but all men are men!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38914111-8771798119503708498?l=natpetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/feeds/8771798119503708498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38914111&amp;postID=8771798119503708498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/8771798119503708498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/8771798119503708498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/2007/04/blonde-and-irish.html' title='Blonde and Irish..'/><author><name>PetiteNat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18402752954638528058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THzxdQVsKoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_0RXAqBA04E/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38914111.post-117669763245977911</id><published>2007-04-16T11:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T12:56:11.393+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipe of The Day'/><title type='text'>Ikan/Udang Goreng Kuning ala Mama..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ikan/Udang Goreng&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahan:&lt;br /&gt;· ikan/udang&lt;br /&gt;· bw putih, kunir, garam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cara:&lt;br /&gt;· ikan diiris2/ udang di lepas kulitnya.&lt;br /&gt;· bw putih, kunir, dan garam diuleg lalu beri air sedikit&lt;br /&gt;· bubuhkan bumbu pada ikan/udang, diamkan sejenak&lt;br /&gt;· goreng ikan/udang dengan api agak besar dan sajikan dengan sambal terasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sambal terasi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahan:&lt;br /&gt;· 3 lombok besar&lt;br /&gt;· 1 lombok kecil (tergantung selera)&lt;br /&gt;· tomat/ranti&lt;br /&gt;· terasi, gula, garam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cara&lt;br /&gt;· goreng semua bahan lalu di uleg sampai halus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Resep ala mama ini sangat sederhana dan gampang bgt untuk dipraktekkan.. Makan ikan/udang langsung sehabis di goreng dengan nasi yg hangat.. apalagi kalo sambelnya dipedesin... di jamin top cer de....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38914111-117669763245977911?l=natpetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/feeds/117669763245977911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38914111&amp;postID=117669763245977911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/117669763245977911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/117669763245977911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/2007/04/recipe-of-day-ala-mama.html' title='Ikan/Udang Goreng Kuning ala Mama..'/><author><name>PetiteNat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18402752954638528058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THzxdQVsKoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_0RXAqBA04E/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38914111.post-117669634831864399</id><published>2007-04-16T10:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T12:57:21.878+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke Of The Day'/><title type='text'>IT GUYS..</title><content type='html'>Two IT guys were chatting in a pub after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guess what, mate," says the first IT guy, "yesterday, I met this gorgeous blonde girl in a bar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What did you do?" says the other IT guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I invited her over to my place, we had a couple of drinks, we got into the mood and then she suddenly asked me to take all her clothes off."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're kidding me!" says the second IT guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I took her miniskirt off, and then I lifted her and put her on my desk next to my new laptop."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really? You got a new laptop?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Moral of the joke : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;For good girls: Dating with nerd IT guy is safer.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;no need to worry that you might get raped or anything.. BUT you need to bring some new high-tech stuffs..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;For wild girls: Dating with nerd IT guy is very not recommended.. you won't impressed him much unless you bring some new high-tech stuffs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;em&gt;cheers...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38914111-117669634831864399?l=natpetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/feeds/117669634831864399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38914111&amp;postID=117669634831864399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/117669634831864399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/117669634831864399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/2007/04/joke-of-day_16.html' title='IT GUYS..'/><author><name>PetiteNat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18402752954638528058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THzxdQVsKoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_0RXAqBA04E/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38914111.post-117634475702394779</id><published>2007-04-12T09:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T12:58:20.451+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke Of The Day'/><title type='text'>what if..</title><content type='html'>An 18 year old girl tells her Mum that she has missed her period for 2 months. Very worried, the mother goes to the drugstore and buys a pregnancy kit. The test result shows that the girl is pregnant. Shouting, cursing, crying, the mother says "who was the pig that did this to you? I want to know!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl picks up the phone and makes a call. Half an hour later a Mercedes stops in front of their house, a mature and distinguished man with gray hair and impeccably dressed in an Armani suit steps out of the Mercedes and enters the house. He sits in the living room with the father, mother and the girl, and tells them: "Good morning, your daughter has informed me of the situation. I can't marry her because of my personal family situation but I'll take charge. I will pay all costs and provide for your daughter for the rest of her life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Additionally, if a girl is born I will bequeath her 2 retail stores, a townhouse, a beachfront villa and a $2,000,000 bank account. If a boy is born, my legacy will be a couple of factories and a $4,000,000 bank account. If twins, they will receive a factory and $2,000,000 each."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“However, if there is a miscarriage, what do you suggest I do?" At this point, the father, who had remained silent, places a hand firmly on the man's shoulder and tells him, "You root her again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;moral of the story : whenever you have a very great opportunity, do anything to get it.. and also &lt;strong&gt;bad&lt;/strong&gt; things will turn to be a &lt;strong&gt;great&lt;/strong&gt; things whenever money is involved!! :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;cheers...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38914111-117634475702394779?l=natpetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/feeds/117634475702394779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38914111&amp;postID=117634475702394779&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/117634475702394779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/117634475702394779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/2007/04/joke-of-day.html' title='what if..'/><author><name>PetiteNat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18402752954638528058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THzxdQVsKoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_0RXAqBA04E/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38914111.post-117627982965844732</id><published>2007-04-11T14:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T13:04:51.379+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joke Of The Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gossips'/><title type='text'>Kembali ke Lap....top!!</title><content type='html'>Prase "kembali ke lap..top" by Tukul Arwana di acara Empat Mata skrg lagi booming bgt.. dimana2 pada ngomongin itu.. Dengan gaya monyetnya ketika mengenalkan diri dan juga phrase2 laennya seperti "tak sobek-sobek mulutmu" ato "PUAS? PUAS? PUAS?" Tukul menjadi artis yg sangat digemari baik dikalangan anak2 sampe yg tua2. Acara Empat Mata itu sendiri yang dari 1x seminggu jadi 3x seminggu sekarang jadi 5x seminggu! sampe2 adeku yg lg di luar negri aja bela2in liat Empat Mata di uTube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denger2 juga si Tukul jadi melejit bgt.. menurut yg tertulis di koran Bisnis Indonesia, Tukul yg per episode dibayar 3,5 juta naik menjadi 7 juta dan konon kabarnya sekarang jadi 20 juta per episode!!! belum lagi mulai banyak iklan-iklan yang make Tukul.. Terus bagi yang mau nanggap Tukul juga bisa tuh.. di charge sekitar 30juta/ 2 jem.. Selain itu dia skrg juga lagi bikin klip utk lagunya.. Tukul jadi penyanyi!! emang dia tidak menyia2kan kesempatan yah.. mumpung lagi tenar semua aja dikerjain hehe.. mendadak kaya nih...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banyak yg bilang "Tukul, tampang desa, tapi rejeki kota!". Memang sih sering kali pertanyaan2 dia byk yg cerdas.. mungkin memang disitulah letak kepinteran dia utk menarik perhatian pemirsa. Dia membawa kekurangannya untuk menjadi terkenal (i.e. kekampungannya yg dianggap lucu dan cocok dgn selera penonton dan wajahnya yg, maaf, tidak cakep seperti bintang2 lainnya).. memang sih dijaman yg lagi stress gara2 bencana yg tak henti2nya.. belum lagi ekonomi yg tidak pula membaik, Tukul bisa menghibur orang2 dengan guyonannya yg fresh dan orisinil, sehingga mrk bisa "melupakan" ke-stress-annya itu barang sejenak dan ketawa ngikik2.. Sampe2 di koran Bisnis Indonesia itu dibilang kalo pamor SBY-JK kalah jauh sama Tukul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahkan anggota DPR pun semua pada minta anggaran buat laptop! Alhasil byk humor2 yg ditujukan kepada mrk seperti ini nih:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anggota DPR: "Mbak saya ingin daftar account di &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://yahoo.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;yahoo.com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;kok nggak bisaya?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Customer Service: "Nggak bisa kenapa Pak?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anggota DPR: "Ada tulisan, paswort is nat long inof, suld bi mor den 8karakter"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;CS: "Itu maksudnya, password Bapak harusnya minimal 8 huruf." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anggota DPR: "Oooo...oke deh.., saya coba dulu." &lt;tunggu&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anggota DPR: "Mbak, password minimal delapan huruf itu delapannya pakaiangka 8 atau ejaan delapan?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;CS: "Maksudnya?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anggota DPR: "Saya sudah tulis di kolom password "minimal 8 huruf", tapibingung mau tulis delapannya, pakai angka delapan atau ejaan huruf'delapan'."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;CS: "Ketik ini aja Pak: "C", lalu spasi, lalu "D". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anggota DPR: "Apa tuh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;CS: "CAPE' DEH !!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;******&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anggota DPR: "Mbak, kalau muter film di laptop, gimana caranya ya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;CS: "Ada DVD playernya kan Pak?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anggota DPR: "Sebelah mana tuh Mbak?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;CS: "Disamping kanan, pak. kalau di tekan tombolnya nanti, piringan discnyakeluar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anggota DPR: "Ooooo.... yang keluar itu, piringan disc ya? Wah, udah patahtuh kemarin."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;CS: "Kok bisa patah?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anggota DPR: "Saya kira tempat buat naruh gelas minuman."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Hahaha.. yah meski sedikit jayus ya lumayan la paling gak bisa membuat kita ketawa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namun banyak pula yg tidak suka dengan acara Empat Mata, seperti KPI (Komisi Penyiaran Indonesia). Mrk berkata bahwa "seringkali terdapat muatan pembicaraan tentang seks secara eksplisit dan vulgar (termasuk memperlihatkan alat bantu seks). Cara berpakaian para bintang tamu sering menonjolkan sensualitas. Pembawa acaranya pun terkadang melontarkan hal-hal yang tidak pantas (cabul) dan berkonotasi seks." (dikutip dari website KPI).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contohnya di salah satu episode Tukul berkata, "Oke pemirsa tidak perlu berpanjang-panjang. Karena kalau terlalu panjang kasihan ibunya; kalau terlalu lebar kasihan bapaknya." ahahaha... kalo yang ini sebenarnya kan tergantung gimana cara mikir kita kan... kalo pikirannya picik ya dianggap berkontasi seks. ya nggak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yang penting penonton terhibur dan bisa ketawa ketiwi deh... emang itu yg dicari2 kan? daripada nonton berita yg membuat orang stress atau nonton gossip2 artis yang tak henti2nya kan mending ketawa ketiwi bareng Tukul!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38914111-117627982965844732?l=natpetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/feeds/117627982965844732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38914111&amp;postID=117627982965844732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/117627982965844732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/117627982965844732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/2007/04/kembali-ke-laptop.html' title='Kembali ke Lap....top!!'/><author><name>PetiteNat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18402752954638528058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THzxdQVsKoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_0RXAqBA04E/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38914111.post-117619323889813912</id><published>2007-04-10T14:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T13:03:58.825+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Issues'/><title type='text'>another summer day..</title><content type='html'>it's been a while since i blog.. hm.. today is just another summer day in my office, well yeah Jakarta is always hot.. lucky we got very cold air condition here. I can't imagine to live without one.. meebe we'll get used to it some day, and maybe at that time women will all be skinny.. cos it's like sauna rite.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so hot outside and yet it's fullon cloudy, wierd huh? it's seem that world has gone crazy, maybe earth is really angry.. when u think about it, flood, flight accident, tsunamy, earthquake, mud flood, typoon, thunderstorm and heavy rain have come and go so often.. scary huh?&lt;br /&gt;hm.. probably it's nearly end of the world, a friend told me that someone has been given some "seeing" from God, that it's nearly end of the world and earth is angry, start from lapindo mud flood that will never stop till 30 years time or meebe more, can't imagine when it reach Surabaya, flights accident, it's already 3 planes since january 2007 even garuda!! not mentioning some nearly accident planes, ship accident, tsunami, earthquake, and more and more disaster coming.. and she said that a big flood will hit Jakarta soon... OH NOT AGAIN!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is it human error?? or the earth is really angry??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so depressing to think about it, eh?.. ah well.. meebe it's time to reflect to ourself and be good, so nothing bad is gonna happen to us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm talking about flood, duku palembang (one kind of fruit) is everywhere at this time of the year and so cheap.. it's only Rp 5000/kg for the medium size and Rp 6000 for big size!! it's sweet, addictive and u just cant stop! you can get it everywhere on the street, they sell it on the pickup car.. and i'm eating one rite now hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38914111-117619323889813912?l=natpetite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/feeds/117619323889813912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38914111&amp;postID=117619323889813912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/117619323889813912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38914111/posts/default/117619323889813912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natpetite.blogspot.com/2007/04/another-summer-day.html' title='another summer day..'/><author><name>PetiteNat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18402752954638528058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZuZxHYj5lDE/THzxdQVsKoI/AAAAAAAAAJw/_0RXAqBA04E/S220/me2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
