<?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-4689624655157950047</id><updated>2012-01-10T13:10:28.414+07:00</updated><category term='My Favorite'/><category term='Recipe'/><category term='activites'/><category term='My Vacation'/><category term='Places'/><category term='Petz'/><category term='my hobbies'/><category term='My fun celebration'/><title type='text'>Patricia's Story</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4689624655157950047/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriciasstory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8VvwmKbo8dw/Twlf7B75_dI/AAAAAAAAAqM/ki_11OGgHeg/s220/IMG_9105ps.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689624655157950047.post-5091549786689691307</id><published>2012-01-10T12:56:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T13:10:28.524+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Picture on Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thesamperuru/6664612045/" title="IMG_9938xmas by The Samperuru, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7162/6664612045_27d4a90c5a.jpg" width="354" height="500" alt="IMG_9938xmas"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thesamperuru/6671606101/" title="xmas 2008 by The Samperuru, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7011/6671606101_dd95408960.jpg" width="355" height="500" alt="xmas 2008"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4689624655157950047-5091549786689691307?l=patriciasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5091549786689691307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4689624655157950047&amp;postID=5091549786689691307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4689624655157950047/posts/default/5091549786689691307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4689624655157950047/posts/default/5091549786689691307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriciasstory.blogspot.com/2012/01/family-picture-on-christmas-2011.html' title='Family Picture on Christmas'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8VvwmKbo8dw/Twlf7B75_dI/AAAAAAAAAqM/ki_11OGgHeg/s220/IMG_9105ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689624655157950047.post-3818084435145906138</id><published>2011-12-31T11:50:00.025+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T17:50:50.319+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Christmas Holiday 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xRD1YF0FtCE/TwbJQx_JWhI/AAAAAAAAAoU/K4Y4gikEYdk/s1600/IMG_9343ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 417px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 276px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694460068989852178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xRD1YF0FtCE/TwbJQx_JWhI/AAAAAAAAAoU/K4Y4gikEYdk/s400/IMG_9343ps.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Finally, after all hard work at school is off. Celebrating christmas and new year at the end of a year. Closing a year always has to be fun and enjoyable not for me only, but for everyone. My big family from my dad and I went to Cikole, Bandung after christmas for a little trip with nature. After all of those crazy days in the capital city, finally!; a trip with nature. To be honest, I prefer nature than the city. Ok, let's starts the story...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The holiday was starting from 27-29 December 2011 in Cikole, Lembang; and 29-30 December 2011 in Bandung city. In Cikole, we stayed with the big family from my father's side (let's just call them the family from Jatiwaringin). Then, at Bandung city, only me and my family stayed because Jatiwaringin wanted to go back home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Tuesday, 27 December 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My family and I left home at 7:20 am from Jakarta. We had to leave early so we can avoid traffic jam. We stop by in km. 72 to rest and take more gasoline. Then we continued our trip. When we arrived at Cikole, jatiwaringin family was still stopby somewhere for lunch. We arrived at Cikole at 11:20 am. When we arrived at Cikole, in our cottage, we unpacked our things. Then we had lunch in Cikole, but in the side of the street. For lunch, I had bakso and mie (meatballs with noodles). After lunch, we waited for jatiwaringin to arrive at the cottage. When jatiwaringin arrived at Cikole, I played with my cousins in the playground. Everyone calm down and did snacking. In the afternoon, the whole family had a walk around the green cold Cikole forest. We observe the came ground and the outbound that we'll do the next day. We went back to the cottage. Everyone took a shower and comes the fun part. My dad and cousins set up a fire camp for the night. My dinner was rice, vegetables, tempe, and tofu. We all had dinner in front of the fire camp. Not so soon later, it started raining. I watched my cousins play cards. I like to see the looser gets painted in their face (for the consequences). I prepare to sleep, and slept...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday, 28 December 2011&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694450253123640706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m1neUlmf7Pg/TwbAVbCRXYI/AAAAAAAAAnk/hoBLBHAkMbc/s400/IMG_9414ps.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We got ready for going to hiking. The breakfast was fried rice. It wasn't good... :( Ok, the family and I prepared for hiking. We left the cottage. By car, we went up the forest until the end. Ther&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7yTok7Y2gmE/TwbDs3mXtNI/AAAAAAAAAnw/OYMjBAlBa8E/s1600/IMG_9346ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 408px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 283px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694453954463118546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7yTok7Y2gmE/TwbDs3mXtNI/AAAAAAAAAnw/OYMjBAlBa8E/s400/IMG_9346ps.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e, we started our hiking. Our destination was Kawah Domas (a.k.a Domas Crater). It was 1.2 km away from where we parked our car. It took about 30 minutes to reach there. The track and soil in that forest was not too slippery.. When we arrive in the crater, it smelled like rotten durian... The water there was hot. Between 50-100 oC (you get it?). We boiled eggs there. I used the water to wash my skin to make it better. We went back to Cikole. When we arrive back to the parking place, we bought fruits and left. When we arrive back at Cikole, we had lunch. I had mie ayam (chicken noodle) and sweet tea. After lunch and a little break, we went to do outbound. In the outbound, we had a trial to make sure we know how to do it and the safety. I went trying the Blue 2 circuit. It was normal. Then for the first time, I finally did the red circuit (2nd hardest). It was awesome... Then I did few more easy circuits and it started to rain... My cousins and I tried the black circuit (under the rain), but only a quater of it. The tarzan, (jumping from a tree to another) was crazy for me... Finally, we finished the outbound. I took a shower and had some rest. I had the same dinner like the night before that night. We also build a camp fire. We played fire crakers and threw some fire works. One failed though... It started to rain again. We entered the cottage. I watched my cousins playing cards and watched movies. And I slept...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 329px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694446694412631602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XUReSafl_u0/Twa9GRzcvjI/AAAAAAAAAnY/FpRltP01A8w/s400/ps3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday, 29 December 2011&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I woke up and ate fried noodles for breakfast. I didn't like the noodles. I prepared to go to Bandung. Jatiwaringin went back home straight. At Bandung, we went straight to CiWalk (Cihampelas Walk). We had lunch in The Kiosk. I had Nasi Begana, Orange Juice and Serabi. It was a good lunch. We bought few CD movies. I bought Spy Kids 4... Then, we went to Starbucks. I just drank normal milk with mamee. We went to our hotel which was located in Riau Street called Anggrek Hotel (anggrek: orchid). Our room was # 217. We rest. In the afternoon, we walk around Dago Street. We stopby at 'Episode' factory outlet. My mom and I went to Colombia Youghurt Restaurant. I had the original strawberry youghurt. We met my dad and brother in Warung Teteh and had Indomie with egg (noodles+eggs). My family ate roast corn. Then, we went to Riau Junction to the foodcourt-FoodLife. There, I ate beligian wafel. The flavours were blacky and mesh-mesh. I love the taste. We went back to the hotel after dinner and slept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday, 30 December 2011&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I woke up and went for breakfast. For breakfast I had koko krunch cereal, egg with sausage, and orange juice. We went back to the room, prepared to check out. We checkout and it was time to go to De' Ranch. There, I did triker. Then we waited for my brother riding the ATV. Finally, we rode the horse with a cowboy costume. It was time for lunch... We went to Baso Tahu in front of Cipaganti Mosque for lunch and finally went back to home sweet home... &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 329px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694457161954009362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mpOtxj_TaM4/TwbGnkbyoRI/AAAAAAAAAn8/lVrnhxinkJU/s400/ps2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So this was my christmas holiday 2011... Thx for reading...!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4689624655157950047-3818084435145906138?l=patriciasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3818084435145906138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4689624655157950047&amp;postID=3818084435145906138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4689624655157950047/posts/default/3818084435145906138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4689624655157950047/posts/default/3818084435145906138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriciasstory.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-christmas-holiday-2011.html' title='My Christmas Holiday 2011'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8VvwmKbo8dw/Twlf7B75_dI/AAAAAAAAAqM/ki_11OGgHeg/s220/IMG_9105ps.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xRD1YF0FtCE/TwbJQx_JWhI/AAAAAAAAAoU/K4Y4gikEYdk/s72-c/IMG_9343ps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689624655157950047.post-36009620864515871</id><published>2011-12-30T17:46:00.026+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T17:38:43.619+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Christmas 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5IJsKUnQ0fc/TwbL6o7epEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/yrTM37JGGdo/s1600/IMG_9160ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694462987136312386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5IJsKUnQ0fc/TwbL6o7epEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/yrTM37JGGdo/s400/IMG_9160ps.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d9B2KLmPJKw/TwbLsNEUqwI/AAAAAAAAApo/P1KWm6XhiII/s1600/IMG_9155ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694462739139046146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d9B2KLmPJKw/TwbLsNEUqwI/AAAAAAAAApo/P1KWm6XhiII/s400/IMG_9155ps.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Celebrating Christmas with family was fun. This year, I got presents from both my father's and mother's big family. Those gifts were good enough for me. At 24 December 2011, was Christmas Eve. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694461762743550578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iFNdbznC65M/TwbKzXtfwnI/AAAAAAAAApE/I2H1xSUpPNY/s400/IMG_9105ps.jpg" /&gt;My family and I worship at Church and went to my grandmother's house (fro&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y0c7fIVWg40/TwbKoxLRKlI/AAAAAAAAAo4/VKwEdlf4XWw/s1600/ps1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694461580600748626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y0c7fIVWg40/TwbKoxLRKlI/AAAAAAAAAo4/VKwEdlf4XWw/s400/ps1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;m my mom). We had dinner together with the family but my grandparents wasn't there. But still, I had fun on Christmas Eve. The next day was Christmas! My family and I went to the morning worship at church. Then, we went home to rest first before continuing the day. At noon time, we went to my grandmother's house again for christmas lunch. Not only that, but my bigger family was invited to the christmas lunch. I had lasagna and coconut water. After lunch, we went back home to rest because later we will celebrate christmas with my father's side family. At night, we went to Jatiwaringin (my oma's house). When we arrived there, lots of presents are under the christmas tree already. Before opening the presents, I had dinner which was bakso (meatballs). Later, we open the presents by Opa calling one by one the receiver of presents.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694460837744878722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UPugCCygVP8/TwbJ9h0oJII/AAAAAAAAAos/OrQKUTCV1VE/s400/IMG_9219ps.jpg" /&gt; I received 6-7 presents from Jatiwaringin family. I had lego, socks, notebook, watch, clock, and etc. That was a nice christmas.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694460476548505330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vw1XlUEwjkc/TwbJogQs3vI/AAAAAAAAAog/UqMYtd_PnIw/s400/ps2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A day that happens once a year has to be enjoyable...! Merry Christmas!&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/4689624655157950047-36009620864515871?l=patriciasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/36009620864515871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4689624655157950047&amp;postID=36009620864515871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4689624655157950047/posts/default/36009620864515871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4689624655157950047/posts/default/36009620864515871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriciasstory.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-christmas-2011.html' title='My Christmas 2011'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8VvwmKbo8dw/Twlf7B75_dI/AAAAAAAAAqM/ki_11OGgHeg/s220/IMG_9105ps.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5IJsKUnQ0fc/TwbL6o7epEI/AAAAAAAAAqA/yrTM37JGGdo/s72-c/IMG_9160ps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689624655157950047.post-1091100065435713842</id><published>2011-07-11T19:52:00.033+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T17:53:12.524+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Vacation'/><title type='text'>Camping at Situ Gunung</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I went to Situ Gunung at 10-11 July 2011. I went there together with my auntie, cousins and dad. My mom had to stay at home because my brother was sick. It would be more fun if she joined. Situ Gunung is located in Sukabumi, Indonesia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;10 July 2011 - Saturday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628785589257651298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qd16u1Xk2KM/Th12q7yKRGI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/uU0F7vsCkl4/s400/P1050116.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I left home around 7-7:15 am. We went straight to Situ Gunung. On the way, it was traffic because it was the last weekend of the week for most of the schools so lots of families are going out of the city. We had to past Ciawi, it was traffic. Then, to Cicurug. We went through a short cut to avoid traffic jam. Then, we went to Cibadak. It was traffic! We stop by at a supermarket to buy snacks. Then we continued our journey. At Cisaat, we had to find a left turn to go&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9ro6iuxT27c/Th14PiCnlYI/AAAAAAAAAmY/tt8V0KUi7Mw/s1600/P1050132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 284px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 221px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628787317514147202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9ro6iuxT27c/Th14PiCnlYI/AAAAAAAAAmY/tt8V0KUi7Mw/s400/P1050132.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to Situ Gunung. 6 kilometers away after the left turn is Situ Gunung. When we arrive there, I met my cousins and auntie. I was excited. I was happy to be with nature. There, we went to the camping ground. We ate lunch and unpack thin&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3F1nsZekrnI/Th14pd7217I/AAAAAAAAAmg/D6kHej80hjM/s1600/P1050128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 254px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628787763088644018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3F1nsZekrnI/Th14pd7217I/AAAAAAAAAmg/D6kHej80hjM/s400/P1050128.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;gs, build up a gazebo and tents. At the afternoon, we walk to a lake nearby. Situ gunung lake. There we did snacking. Then, we visit another camping ground. It was better than ours. There was an outbound and bigger tents. There were trampolines! I wished we would camp there. Then, we went back to our camping ground. At night, we had dinner. Then, we had camp fire. We bur&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rip2d5UV-xw/ThxJW41tItI/AAAAAAAAAlo/9mf9SvTQJTw/s1600/P1050132.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ned corn and marshmallows on sticks. The marshmallow was crunchy in the outside and gooey in the inside. Then, we slept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11 July 2011 - Sunday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 377px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 279px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628789758481475106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LVEStNCSbSs/Th16dnWlJiI/AAAAAAAAAmo/JxPKou7aYZU/s400/P1050152a.jpg" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_tT68dHhFU/Th18lvEBxQI/AAAAAAAAAmw/x6_34_GoH2o/s1600/P1050227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 302px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628792097013351682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q_tT68dHhFU/Th18lvEBxQI/AAAAAAAAAmw/x6_34_GoH2o/s400/P1050227.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;At 6:30 am, I woke up and felt cold... At 7 am, we had nasi uduk for breakfast. 8 am we walked to Situ Gunung &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0K-s_Ap_WqQ/Th10MyZnqaI/AAAAAAAAAlw/Fs2qTgTIL88/s1600/P1050152.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;waterfall. The waterfall was 2 km from the camping ground. It took about 1 hour for us to reach there. Finally, we are at Situ Gunung waterfall. It was tall, about 90 meters. But probably not as tall as Angel Falls in Venezuela. We had photo session first. I just hope my mom was there. Then, we started playing in the falls. It was cold, and full of rocks. Only me and my cousins played water. Later, we changed our clothes and went back to the camping ground. We took a shower and packed up. Then, we had lunch. After lunch, it was time to leave Situ Gunung. On the way back, the highway was a traffic. At home, we met my cousins and auntie for one more time. We played with Bombay, our dog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well, I think that's all... The End...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4689624655157950047-1091100065435713842?l=patriciasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1091100065435713842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4689624655157950047&amp;postID=1091100065435713842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4689624655157950047/posts/default/1091100065435713842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4689624655157950047/posts/default/1091100065435713842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriciasstory.blogspot.com/2011/07/camping-at-situ-gunung.html' title='Camping at Situ Gunung'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8VvwmKbo8dw/Twlf7B75_dI/AAAAAAAAAqM/ki_11OGgHeg/s220/IMG_9105ps.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qd16u1Xk2KM/Th12q7yKRGI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/uU0F7vsCkl4/s72-c/P1050116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689624655157950047.post-4473591127411650532</id><published>2011-07-06T15:54:00.045+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T16:41:14.621+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Vacation'/><title type='text'>At Bandung...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;From 29 June - 3 July 2011, my family and I went to Lembang and Bandung for vacation. Our purpose at lembang was to camp and do outbond. And at Bandung for my mom's colledge reunion. 2 1/2 days with nature. 2 1/2 days with the modern time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;At 29 June 2011-Wednesday:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We left Jakarta at the morning. We had breakfast at the car. When we arrived at Bandung, there was a traffic jam on the way to Lembang. We had lunch at McDonald's in Dago. My parents had batagor (a traditional food). After lunch, we went straight to Cikole, Lembang. Around afternoon, it was raining. We decided to snacking outside the villa (where we stayed). We had baso kampung (meatballs with soup)... At the night, we had ayam goreng Brebes (fried chicken special from Lembang). When we went back, my mom and I slept inside the villa and the boys slept in the tent outside the villa. I put my tooth under the pillow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;At 30 June 2011-Thursday: &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;When I woke up, I checked my tooth. The 'tooth fairy' gave me Rp 20.000,- I was happy! My brother had 3 tooth under his pillow and with those 3 teeth he got only Rp 3000,-. For breakfast we have fried rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="IMG_0722cikole by The Samperuru, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thesamperuru/5911460160/"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_0722cikole" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6009/5911460160_66396f8fb0.jpg" width="500" height="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate it in front of the villa. It was a yum! Then, it started to rain again. Later, the weather came back sunny, and we did outbound-Bandung Treetop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="@ Bandung Treetop Adventure Park by The Samperuru, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thesamperuru/5904644175/"&gt;&lt;img alt="@ Bandung Treetop Adventure Park" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6033/5904644175_d5ea2d0ae5.jpg" width="500" height="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="@ Bandung Treetop Adventure Park by The Samperuru, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thesamperuru/5908770108/"&gt;&lt;img alt="@ Bandung Treetop Adventure Park" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6050/5908770108_8eef20325c.jpg" width="500" height="284" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;At Bandung Treetop, I did the 3rd hardest circuit among 8 circuits which is Blue 2. Then 4th circuit Blue 1 and then Blue 2 again and this time with the whole family. After outbound, we went to de' Ranch. We had lunch which I had is siomay bandung (like dim sum) and we had a free cow milk. Then we rided a horse 1 lap. After the ride, we take pictures around the ranch. Then, my brother and I rode a unique threecicles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="deRanch3 by The Samperuru, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thesamperuru/5911417138/"&gt;&lt;img alt="deRanch3" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5277/5911417138_a6bba62ca8.jpg" width="500" height="374" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="IMG_0859ranch by The Samperuru, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thesamperuru/5911371732/"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_0859ranch" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6025/5911371732_66ac0cc977.jpg" width="500" height="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Last, we bought a fried spiraled potato. My flavour was cheese. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="IMG_0875potatoswirl by The Samperuru, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thesamperuru/5911370268/"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_0875potatoswirl" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6026/5911370268_14481eda2e.jpg" width="500" height="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then we went back to Cikole. At the afternoon, we went to Ciatar. Ciatar was a place for hot springs. That time it was raining so it was perfecto. But when we entered the pool, it wasn't perfecto anymore. I just knew that the water was salty. So it didn't become that fun. It burned my parents' eyes. Don't feel good in our skin. So we just swam there for a short time. Then, we got CFC for dinner. Then we went back to Cikole. Everyone slept inside the villa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;At 1 July 2011-Friday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;At the morning, by phone I wished my grandmother happy birthday. Then we had the same breakfast-fried rice outside the villa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Breakfast (day 3) by The Samperuru, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thesamperuru/5904641901/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Breakfast (day 3)" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5271/5904641901_485c9286f9.jpg" width="500" height="334" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then, we start packing for going to Bandung. On the way to Bandung, we stopby to Boscha. Then we went straight to Ciwalk, a mall at Bandung. We went to the Kiosk for lunch. I had nasi begana and orange juice. After lunch, we bought things in Yogya market. Then, we went to Anggrek, a hotel we'll stay. At the night, we went to Paris Van Java. There, we had dinner at Sagoo Kitchen. I just have sausage and french fries. We also get to visit some stores. We also bought mochi mochi chocolate flavour. Then we went back to the hotel... &amp;gt;_&amp;lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;At 2 July 2011:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;At the morning, we had breakfast at the hotel. I had cereal and siomay with 1/2 cooked fried egg. Then, we go to ITB (Insitut Teknologi Bandung), college of my parents-for my mom's reunion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Reuni1 by The Samperuru, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thesamperuru/5900256992/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Reuni1" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5074/5900256992_ae0641cae9.jpg" width="500" height="374" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While my mom had fun, my father, brother and I went to McD dago for lunch. Then, we visit outlet by outlet to find new bags for school. Few outlets later, we met my mom. At the afternoon, we had dinner and walk around in Braga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="braga1 by The Samperuru, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thesamperuru/5910900747/"&gt;&lt;img alt="braga1" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6043/5910900747_8ae2851ab7.jpg" width="500" height="374" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dinner was the Kiosk. My dessert was frosty jr. in wendy's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="IMG_1158wendys by The Samperuru, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thesamperuru/5911476114/"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1158wendys" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5319/5911476114_804c03b612.jpg" width="500" height="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went to the sports warehouse. I bought converse brown one star and a reebok bag. Later, we went back home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;At 3 July 2011:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;At morning, we went to church. Then, we visit Bawean Bakery. We bought cakes there and snacks. We went back to the hotel have breakfast. I had full cooked fried egg with sausages and potato balls. Then, we went to Riau Junction having Belgian Wafel. My flavour was Blacky: wafel with chocolate topping. We went back to our room and pack and sign out. Then, we go back to Jakarta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;What a nice holiday to spend with the family in another city. Do you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;BYE BANDUNG!!! ^.^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;HI JAKARTA!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4689624655157950047-4473591127411650532?l=patriciasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4473591127411650532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4689624655157950047&amp;postID=4473591127411650532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4689624655157950047/posts/default/4473591127411650532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4689624655157950047/posts/default/4473591127411650532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriciasstory.blogspot.com/2011/07/at-bandung.html' title='At Bandung...'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8VvwmKbo8dw/Twlf7B75_dI/AAAAAAAAAqM/ki_11OGgHeg/s220/IMG_9105ps.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6009/5911460160_66396f8fb0_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689624655157950047.post-5890402631517342037</id><published>2011-06-01T17:49:00.015+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T14:30:35.767+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Petz'/><title type='text'>Bombay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nv0CPssSJ3Y/TeYjri0kRnI/AAAAAAAAAgs/1R4OSLl5na8/s1600/bombay1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 363px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 251px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613213216552535666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nv0CPssSJ3Y/TeYjri0kRnI/AAAAAAAAAgs/1R4OSLl5na8/s400/bombay1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hello! I'm back readers. Now I wanna tell you about my first dog I had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It all start at 18 December 2010, I had a new dog. Its type was a labrador retriever. It is a male. It was 2 months when Bombay arrive at our house. Bombay was born at 18 October 2010. Bombay loves biting things. His old name was Igor. A russian name. But we just called it Bombay to remember the times at Mumbai (Bombay), India. Bombay had few sibilings. Bombay was the most active dog between all sibilings. My dad loves active, big dogs. Bombay is an 'active, big dog'. That's why my dad chose Bombay. Bombay is a different dog. My dad wants to buy a dog so we can get use to animals. Because all of use is affraid of animals except my dad. Huhhhh....!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;As my opinion, there are positive and negative thingz about Bombay. The positive thingz about Bombay are: he is playful, loyal. And when he is outside and I'm not there, he waits in front of the door. The negative thingz about Bombay are: he likes to bit loads of thingz, jealous to see other dogz that comes to our home. He may also hurt you. So becareful!!! My mom would not let Bombay enter our house. My mom only like toyz or small dogz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Bombay barks if something/someone annoys him. His bark is madnessly loud! Even I'm scared to annoy him. Or when my dad start annoy Bombay, and when I'm near, I get ready and closed my ears. There are 2 more dogs of my neighbors: Bono and another that I don't know the name. They are both small dogz. Bono likes to come to our yard when we're around. My mother prevers him than Bombay!!! Me too(only 60%). We can't see Bono's eyes. Bono barks rarely. Bono is like a doll. The other 'that I don't know the name' when ever he sees other people he barks, barks and barks. When these 2 dogz barks they are not as 'preety' as Bombay. So my dad call them 'cats'. Isn't it annoying? Oh right! Bark, bark, bark. But I'm not Bombay actually, I'm Patricia! SO SAD!!! Huh....!!!! Lalalalalala...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4689624655157950047-5890402631517342037?l=patriciasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5890402631517342037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4689624655157950047&amp;postID=5890402631517342037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4689624655157950047/posts/default/5890402631517342037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4689624655157950047/posts/default/5890402631517342037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriciasstory.blogspot.com/2011/06/bombay.html' title='Bombay'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8VvwmKbo8dw/Twlf7B75_dI/AAAAAAAAAqM/ki_11OGgHeg/s220/IMG_9105ps.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nv0CPssSJ3Y/TeYjri0kRnI/AAAAAAAAAgs/1R4OSLl5na8/s72-c/bombay1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689624655157950047.post-6180580377907583744</id><published>2010-12-07T09:09:00.010+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T09:36:22.552+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Race Asia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gT39C9CzJfY/TP2c6hF79HI/AAAAAAAAAfM/o1Y4YSAvVwE/s1600/img_1282734188.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Amazing Race Asia&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Season 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 339px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547758401446868194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gT39C9CzJfY/TP2Y33Ht9OI/AAAAAAAAAfE/hP1ZNAjg2co/s320/amazing%2Brace%2Blogo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hello. This is one of my favorite show. "Amazing Race Asia" is the name. It is in AXN, @ Jakarta, 8:00 pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Alan Wu is the host of this show. Here, in the 'Ride of a life time', there are 10 teams. Each has 2 people. These are the teams:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 334px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 223px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547763211790619666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gT39C9CzJfY/TP2dP3DClBI/AAAAAAAAAfU/BU_--nNgjg0/s320/the-amazing-race-asia-season-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sunaina and Dimple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Natasha and Hussein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Alan and Wendy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Richard and Richard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ethan and Khairie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Nadine and Yani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Jess and Lani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ivan and Hilda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Claire and Michelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sahil and Manas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4689624655157950047-6180580377907583744?l=patriciasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6180580377907583744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4689624655157950047&amp;postID=6180580377907583744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4689624655157950047/posts/default/6180580377907583744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4689624655157950047/posts/default/6180580377907583744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriciasstory.blogspot.com/2010/12/amazing-race-asia.html' title='Amazing Race Asia'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8VvwmKbo8dw/Twlf7B75_dI/AAAAAAAAAqM/ki_11OGgHeg/s220/IMG_9105ps.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gT39C9CzJfY/TP2Y33Ht9OI/AAAAAAAAAfE/hP1ZNAjg2co/s72-c/amazing%2Brace%2Blogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689624655157950047.post-8259258404584672406</id><published>2010-09-13T14:21:00.018+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T19:54:44.121+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Vacation'/><title type='text'>A holiday to Bandung</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hello readers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is the story when I went to Bandung for Ramadan. We went to Bandung from 12-13 September 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;@Sunday, 12 September 2010&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Cipularang, otw from Jakarta to Bandung by The Samperuru, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thesamperuru/4996005852/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Cipularang, otw from Jakarta to Bandung" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4131/4996005852_3c176771c8.jpg" width="500" height="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="UNO by The Samperuru, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thesamperuru/4995396247/"&gt;&lt;img alt="UNO" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4108/4995396247_b7df846ec3.jpg" width="500" height="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We left from Jakarta at 6 am. We went to the highway to go to Bandung. When we arrive, we tried to find chicken porridge.We finally found one in Cihampelas Street. It was yummy!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="enjoying Bubur Ayam Cihampelas, Bandung. by The Samperuru, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thesamperuru/4994883871/"&gt;&lt;img alt="enjoying Bubur Ayam Cihampelas, Bandung." src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4133/4994883871_4ac396bbca.jpg" width="500" height="340" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After that, my mother, brother and I went to a mall nearby called Cihampelas Walk; and in short is Ciwalk. My dad went to a reunion with his friends in a friend's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="ciwalk by The Samperuru, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thesamperuru/5001155050/"&gt;&lt;img alt="ciwalk" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4108/5001155050_0b48f75ce1.jpg" width="500" height="304" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We looked around Ciwalk. We ate J.Cool in J.CO. The J.Cool was very cold and it was a lot. My topping was chocolate chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="J-Cool @JCo, Ciwalk by The Samperuru, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thesamperuru/4995396953/"&gt;&lt;img alt="J-Cool @JCo, Ciwalk" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4110/4995396953_fb26acd8b9.jpg" width="333" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then we went to a supermarket called Yogya. We bought Pocari Sweat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After that, we had lunch in a restaurant called 'Pasar Tong Tong', means Barrel Market. I had a fried rice called 'Nasi Goreng Nyam Nyam'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="PasarTongtong by The Samperuru, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thesamperuru/4995986056/"&gt;&lt;img alt="PasarTongtong" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4112/4995986056_48c9777d9a_z.jpg" width="449" height="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;When we finished our lunch, we went to a sale and bought pants for home (pants for me and my mom). Then, we went to Rotiboy. Rotiboy was a bakery shop. Only my brother ate rotiboy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then we sat outdoor, under a shade. The clouds were grey. Not so long later, my mom told us that is was raining.So we pack our things quickly and went to a restaurant called 'Radja Ketchil', which mean Small King. The rain got bigger. There, my mom drank a indonesian coffee called Bandrek. And all of us ate Crackers Dab. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="radjaketjil by The Samperuru, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thesamperuru/5000529897/"&gt;&lt;img alt="radjaketjil" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4125/5000529897_161cd06563_z.jpg" width="492" height="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My dad is on the way to pick us up, but it was a big rain, so maybe it was a BIG traffic jame. We waited in a hotel's lobby. Later, my dad arrive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then we went to Braga City Walk. We had dinner in a restaurant called The Kiosk. There were people who were playing musid. After dinner, we went to a minimarket called Alfamart but there was no cup noodles-Popmie.So we went to Circle K.There, we found popmie. Then, we went to a warehouse. We bought an old navy t-shirt. Mine's was blue-white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After that we went to our hotel. It was called SanyRosa. Our room was #230. The room was good enough. When I took a shower, I had a good warm water. After that we ate Popmie, then milk. Then, I brushed my teeth and sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;@Monday,13 Sept 2010&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Good morning Bandung!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I woke up in the morning from my comfortable sleep. I drank milk and watch TV. Then, I make up my matress. After that, I took a nice, warm shower. Then, we went down for breakfast. I had chicken porridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="sanyrosa by The Samperuru, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thesamperuru/5000541477/"&gt;&lt;img alt="sanyrosa" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4146/5000541477_7cb6b38a8e.jpg" width="333" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Later, my brother and I went to a pond. I saw lots of big fishes.My brother scared the fishes, so I called him Mr.Grumpy. Later, we went back to our room. We got ready to go back to Jakarta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;When we were ready, we went to the car and went back to Jakarta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;BYE BANDUNG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;HI JAKARTA!!!!!!!&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/4689624655157950047-8259258404584672406?l=patriciasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8259258404584672406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4689624655157950047&amp;postID=8259258404584672406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4689624655157950047/posts/default/8259258404584672406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4689624655157950047/posts/default/8259258404584672406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriciasstory.blogspot.com/2010/09/holiday-to-bandung.html' title='A holiday to Bandung'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8VvwmKbo8dw/Twlf7B75_dI/AAAAAAAAAqM/ki_11OGgHeg/s220/IMG_9105ps.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4131/4996005852_3c176771c8_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689624655157950047.post-8784518857180704177</id><published>2010-08-11T15:46:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T18:56:53.028+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my hobbies'/><title type='text'>I like playing with cats in the market</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hello everyone.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm going to tell about me playing with a cat in the market I visited today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="pat &amp;amp; cat by The Samperuru, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thesamperuru/4881208572/"&gt;&lt;img alt="pat &amp;amp; cat" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4075/4881208572_6aa33200d0.jpg" width="500" height="373" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One of my favorite animal are pet cats. Pet cats are sometimes cute, sometimes funny, sometimes scared, and sometimes dangerous. But the one that I played today looks like a market cat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When I went to the market today, I wanted to buy a toy. After I bought it, I saw a cat in the market. The cat was in a small size. I think the cat was cute because of the size of the body. I picked one thin plant, and showed it to Meow. I called the cat Meow. When I move the plant a bit, Meow's head followed it by looking. When I move the plant a bit far from Meow, Meow chased the plant. It was cute. Soon, I tickled Meow's body with the point of the plant. Meow was laying down. But at the same time, Meow was chasing the plant. Not so long later, Meow started standing beside my shoe. Meow walked around me, when Meow runs in my knees, it tickled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Later, it was time to go home. I will miss Meow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Date written: 11 August, 2010-Wednesday 4-30 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4689624655157950047-8784518857180704177?l=patriciasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8784518857180704177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4689624655157950047&amp;postID=8784518857180704177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4689624655157950047/posts/default/8784518857180704177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4689624655157950047/posts/default/8784518857180704177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriciasstory.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-like-playing-with-cats-in-market.html' title='I like playing with cats in the market'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8VvwmKbo8dw/Twlf7B75_dI/AAAAAAAAAqM/ki_11OGgHeg/s220/IMG_9105ps.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4075/4881208572_6aa33200d0_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689624655157950047.post-5091296562456185380</id><published>2010-05-01T17:37:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T16:57:51.165+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='activites'/><title type='text'>The activites I did</title><content type='html'>Hello! I'm gonna tell the story I did this day.&lt;br /&gt;At the morning, I played water in my garden. I got very wet. I play with the hose. I also plant the grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Untitled by The Samperuru, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thesamperuru/4567145771/"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4065/4567145771_10af4fa6c5.jpg" width="334" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;At 10 AM, we went to CITOS. We went to J.CO. It was nice there. I have a yogurt called 'J.Cool'. My topping was chocolate chips. I also ate a donat. It was so yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Enjoying her J-Cool Yoghurt by The Samperuru, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thesamperuru/4567145991/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Enjoying her J-Cool Yoghurt" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4035/4567145991_120aa32bf1_m.jpg" width="160" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="donut : Black Jack from J-Co by The Samperuru, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thesamperuru/4567146469/"&gt;&lt;img alt="donut : Black Jack from J-Co" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3224/4567146469_19220ba7f0_m.jpg" width="156" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Untitled by The Samperuru, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thesamperuru/4567145533/"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4012/4567145533_828feaac3d_m.jpg" width="160" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The thing that I hate is somebody was smoking.&lt;br /&gt;My opinion: J.CO has to put signs 'No Smoking'. If not, they separate the area-non smoking area &amp;amp; smoking area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we went to Foodmart. There, I bought Momogi. It was a snack. We also bought other things. My brought really want to buy a Hot Wheel. So we bought 1 for him. We want to buy milk(1000ml), but there was not enough milk boxes. So we just bought some. We also want to buy Cimory Sausage but it was not on discount so we just decided not to buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to Enma's house/Poltangan to have lunch. For lunch, I had rice, fried chicken and vegetable. I watched 'High School Musical'. Enma gave me Naruto stickers. Uncle, auntie and Enpa was also there. Before I went home, Enpa gave me Rp 150.ooo for my birthday present. I was shock. I thank him. We went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home, I played water again. And I plant the grass. Papa arrived home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4689624655157950047-5091296562456185380?l=patriciasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5091296562456185380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4689624655157950047&amp;postID=5091296562456185380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4689624655157950047/posts/default/5091296562456185380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4689624655157950047/posts/default/5091296562456185380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriciasstory.blogspot.com/2010/05/activites-i-did.html' title='The activites I did'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8VvwmKbo8dw/Twlf7B75_dI/AAAAAAAAAqM/ki_11OGgHeg/s220/IMG_9105ps.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4065/4567145771_10af4fa6c5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689624655157950047.post-2297157606554960707</id><published>2010-01-09T16:09:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T13:43:06.680+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Vacation'/><title type='text'>My first time Hiking</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Trekking @Jayagiri trail by The Samperuru, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thesamperuru/4262667252/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Trekking @Jayagiri trail" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4034/4262667252_e917ea70f3.jpg" width="500" height="334" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After Christmas 2009, My family, my oma, my opa, my cousins and my aunties and uncles went to Lembang. At the 2nd day, we went hiking to a inactive volcano called Tangkuban Perahu (topled boat). It was 7 km and it took about 2-3 hours. While hiking, we went through a village. It was about 200-300 meters. And then, we went through a pine forest. Before, we were together. Then about a hour after, we were lost in 2 groups. The pine forest was so big, greeny and beautiful. But the group was sticky and slippery. My brother fell 3 times. After we went through the pine forest, there was a city bus stop where bus could go till there. We reached there. We went to Tangkuban Perahu with a mini van. We went meters up, it was getting colder and there were like fog and for me, it is like clouds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Family by The Samperuru, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thesamperuru/4262108231/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Family" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4006/4262108231_e2a0f35b89.jpg" width="500" height="334" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In Tangkuban Perahu, it was soo cold! It's 1260 meters above sea level. This is my 2nd time to Tangkuban Perahu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4689624655157950047-2297157606554960707?l=patriciasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2297157606554960707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4689624655157950047&amp;postID=2297157606554960707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4689624655157950047/posts/default/2297157606554960707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4689624655157950047/posts/default/2297157606554960707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriciasstory.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-first-time-hiking.html' title='My first time Hiking'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8VvwmKbo8dw/Twlf7B75_dI/AAAAAAAAAqM/ki_11OGgHeg/s220/IMG_9105ps.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4034/4262667252_e917ea70f3_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689624655157950047.post-5524739117675196708</id><published>2009-12-26T18:44:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T13:48:53.459+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My fun celebration'/><title type='text'>Christmas 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In Christmas this year, was a fun Christmas. We had lots of fun and lots of presents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;At Christmas eve, I opened my presents from my mom and dad and one of my aunties and one of my uncles. I celebrate Christmas eve at my house with my family and my cousin. It was fun but tiring. We slept at 12:00 midnight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;At Christmas day, we went to church in the morning. Then around lunch time, I had lunch in one of my grandmother's house. I had a present there. It was a comic bible. Then from there, we went straight to my oma and opa's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Opa . Oma . 11 Grandchildren by The Samperuru, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thesamperuru/4215668632/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Opa . Oma . 11 Grandchildren" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2705/4215668632_775d34bb7f.jpg" width="500" height="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;In there, was very, very fun. I had dinner. And my cousins came to celebrate too. One of my cousin, she was in Makasar, and she came here to celebrate Christmas. It's good to gather around together. When we open the presents, the way we did is first take pictures together, then open the presents by my opa calling to who from who. Then after the presents are finished. We started opening them. Each person got a cap with a name on them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4689624655157950047-5524739117675196708?l=patriciasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5524739117675196708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4689624655157950047&amp;postID=5524739117675196708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4689624655157950047/posts/default/5524739117675196708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4689624655157950047/posts/default/5524739117675196708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriciasstory.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-2009.html' title='Christmas 2009'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8VvwmKbo8dw/Twlf7B75_dI/AAAAAAAAAqM/ki_11OGgHeg/s220/IMG_9105ps.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2705/4215668632_775d34bb7f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689624655157950047.post-1357714958444583922</id><published>2009-05-15T20:04:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T13:14:06.798+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Places'/><title type='text'>Saifee Jubilee Street, Mumbai</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title=":D Happy Kids. by The Samperuru, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thesamperuru/3518623182/"&gt;&lt;img alt=":D Happy Kids." src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3660/3518623182_7980899167.jpg" width="500" height="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At May 10 2009, we went to Saifee Jubilee Street, Mumbai. We were walking there. My brother and I were complaining! So whenever we saw a spot that has good ice-cream, we will go there and make us happy! Here is a picture of me and the ice cream! Actually, I don't like walking too much. Especially, in down town! After we had ice-cream, before we go to Pizza Hut, we bought a bottle of cold bottle. My brother took some of it to his own bottle and put it inside his shirt! Well, that wasn't to &lt;strong&gt;funny!&lt;/strong&gt; It was weird! Well, see ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Beautiful Sunny Day by The Samperuru, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thesamperuru/3518577494/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Beautiful Sunny Day" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3606/3518577494_c9c6f92517_m.jpg" width="160" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Cooling his body :)) by The Samperuru, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thesamperuru/3518611270/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Cooling his body :))" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3628/3518611270_66ef6d64ae_m.jpg" width="160" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Traditional Snack by The Samperuru, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thesamperuru/3518561136/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Traditional Snack" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3584/3518561136_13cbdbf454_m.jpg" width="160" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Patricia with Connello by The Samperuru, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thesamperuru/3518611258/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Patricia with Connello" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3340/3518611258_95057ca50b_m.jpg" width="240" height="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Outside the Chor Bazzar by The Samperuru, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thesamperuru/3518577484/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Outside the Chor Bazzar" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3415/3518577484_767dc46c38_m.jpg" width="240" height="160" /&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/4689624655157950047-1357714958444583922?l=patriciasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1357714958444583922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4689624655157950047&amp;postID=1357714958444583922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4689624655157950047/posts/default/1357714958444583922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4689624655157950047/posts/default/1357714958444583922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriciasstory.blogspot.com/2009/05/saifee-jubilee-street-mumbai.html' title='Saifee Jubilee Street, Mumbai'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8VvwmKbo8dw/Twlf7B75_dI/AAAAAAAAAqM/ki_11OGgHeg/s220/IMG_9105ps.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3660/3518623182_7980899167_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689624655157950047.post-5362760198373163336</id><published>2009-05-04T19:04:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T13:06:13.132+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Favorite'/><title type='text'>My 9th Birthday at 4th May 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Patricia's 9th Bday by The Samperuru, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thesamperuru/3499583130/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Patricia's 9th Bday" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3343/3499583130_ac305daeca.jpg" width="347" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hi. My Birthday is on May 4th. I love my birthday. I get presents. My presents was a blue pencil case with a picture of Lilo and Stitch. And the other one was 12 colorful markers. Those markers had very special smell. In school, I brang brownies. It said HAPPY BIRTHDAY PATRICIA. Before we had Snack time, I hand out the brownies. After I hand them out, my classmates sang to me. I was a little bit shy though. After their down singing, they just suddenly started eating the brownies. Most people said, "It's yummy." I replied, "Thank you." Back home, my mom asked me, "Did the kids like the brownies?" "They LOVE it." I said back. So that's it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4689624655157950047-5362760198373163336?l=patriciasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5362760198373163336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4689624655157950047&amp;postID=5362760198373163336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4689624655157950047/posts/default/5362760198373163336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4689624655157950047/posts/default/5362760198373163336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriciasstory.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-9th-birthday-at-4th-may-2009.html' title='My 9th Birthday at 4th May 2009'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8VvwmKbo8dw/Twlf7B75_dI/AAAAAAAAAqM/ki_11OGgHeg/s220/IMG_9105ps.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3343/3499583130_ac305daeca_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689624655157950047.post-4521700750662528863</id><published>2008-11-01T22:00:00.039+07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T09:41:09.939+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Vacation'/><title type='text'>My Vacation to Delhi, Agra and Jaipur.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Sunday 26 Oct&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="@SpiceJet by patricia.samperuru, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/patriciasamperuru/2994321383/"&gt;&lt;img height="180" alt="@SpiceJet" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3154/2994321383_89d1b20642_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Our traveling began by flying to Delhi using Spice Jet airliner. When we arrived at Delhi, we went to the Presidential Palace. We took some pictures at the Presidential Palace. From there we went to Secretariat Buiding for a while then we went to the India Gate. I saw some writings around the India Gate. It is about Indian Army soldiers who fought in France, East Africa and other countries. Their names are written on the walls around the monument. Then we had dinner in McDonald, Khan Market. We stayed in the guest house in the Indonesian Embassy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Monday 27 Oct&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="RicksawRide1 by patricia.samperuru, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/patriciasamperuru/2995184966/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="RicksawRide1" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3227/2995184966_baebfa26d6_m.jpg" width="182" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;In the morning we went to Red Fort, but it was closed. So we went to Jama Masjid nearby. Jama Masjid is the largest mosque in India. It was built by Emperor Shah Jahan who also built Red Fort, Taj Mahal and Agra Fort. From there we took a Rhiksaw ride through out narrow busy alleys in Old Delhi. After that we went to Humayun tomb. Humayun is the great great grandfather of Shah Jahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="LodyGarden by patricia.samperuru, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/patriciasamperuru/2996181320/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="LodyGarden" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3023/2996181320_df85d0a7ee_m.jpg" width="187" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Then we went to Lodhi Garden. In Lodhi Garden we saw this big giant dog . It is a Big Dane breed type of dog. It played with my father and the dog touched my father's shoulder by standing up. Near by the entrance we saw a tall water fountain. It was a very, very tall water fountain. Then we had dinner at China Fare restaurant, Khan Market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tuesday 28 Oct&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="FamilyTogether by patricia.samperuru, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/patriciasamperuru/2995355580/"&gt;&lt;img height="202" alt="FamilyTogether" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3020/2995355580_f85fba1a1e_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Today was Diwali. We went to Red Fort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Kaka@RedFort by patricia.samperuru, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/patriciasamperuru/2994398833/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="Kaka@RedFort" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3212/2994398833_a91c4253ae_m.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;From Red Fort we went to Qutub Minar. Qutub Minar is the world's tallest standing minaret. It was built from 1193 to 1386.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Tower by patricia.samperuru, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/patriciasamperuru/2996221242/"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="Tower" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3181/2996221242_9043ce1cce.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;From there we went to Railroad Museum but it was closed so then we went to the Lotus Temple. Lotus Temple looks like the Opera House in Sidney. Lotus Temple is a worship house for Baha' i faith. From there we went to India Gate by a taxi. In India Gate I saw a boat ride at the nearby pool. We wanted to ride the boat but it was too late. My brother and I were sad. Then we went back home using an auto ricksaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Wednesday 29 Oct&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Kaka@TajMahal by patricia.samperuru, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/patriciasamperuru/2994450115/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="Kaka@TajMahal" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3180/2994450115_f3f83c2529_m.jpg" width="224" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We went to Agra. It took us 4 hours. When we arrived in Agra we went to Agra Fort. From Agra Fort we went to the Taj Mahal. Taj Mahal is very beautiful. We took some beautiful pictures. Some pictures look like I was pushing or I was hanging the Taj Mahal. It is just an optical illusion. Then we went back to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday 30 Oct&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad woke up very early in the morning. He was trying to get some beautiful pictures of Taj Mahal taken from behind it across the Yamuna river when the sun was about to rise. After having a break fast in the hotel, we continued our journey to Jaipur. It was a 5 hours ride. In Jaipur we went to Amber Fort but it was a little bit late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="DalMahal by patricia.samperuru, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/patriciasamperuru/2997224201/"&gt;&lt;img height="196" alt="DalMahal" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3047/2997224201_95cf01aab6_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Then we went to Jal Mahal, a palace which was built in the middle of a lake. Then we went back to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday 31 Oct&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="BigSunClock by patricia.samperuru, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/patriciasamperuru/2996265406/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="BigSunClock" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3055/2996265406_4fc79157ee_m.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We went to Jantar Mantar. There are several sun clocks. A sun clock is a clock shown by the sun. Then we went to Amber Fort on top of a hill. The fort is pretty big. In the end we watched a snake man blowing a flute and a cobra snake was dancing. Nearby there was a little girl dancing with a traditional music. Then we went to Delhi. We stayed in the Indonesian Embassy guest house again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Saturday 1 Nov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="MumbaiAirport by patricia.samperuru, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/patriciasamperuru/2995339152/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="MumbaiAirport" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3062/2995339152_8e58a63898_m.jpg" width="207" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Today was our last day in Delhi. We flew SpiceJet again back to Mumbai. We got home in the afternoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4689624655157950047-4521700750662528863?l=patriciasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4521700750662528863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4689624655157950047&amp;postID=4521700750662528863' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4689624655157950047/posts/default/4521700750662528863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4689624655157950047/posts/default/4521700750662528863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriciasstory.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-vacation-to-delhi-agra-and-jaipur.html' title='My Vacation to Delhi, Agra and Jaipur.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8VvwmKbo8dw/Twlf7B75_dI/AAAAAAAAAqM/ki_11OGgHeg/s220/IMG_9105ps.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3154/2994321383_89d1b20642_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689624655157950047.post-8570098199347010417</id><published>2008-10-22T10:39:00.011+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T19:52:57.700+07:00</updated><title type='text'>IPOD LOST !</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="ipodKakak by patricia.samperuru, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/patriciasamperuru/2963695270/"&gt;&lt;img alt="ipodKakak" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3208/2963695270_bf686116ce_m.jpg" width="173" height="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One night when my mother was cooking, she asked"Where is your iPod?" I answered "I don't know." So then she told me to find it. So then I went to find it. I can't. My father knows aalready. So the next evening I clean up my desk. After I clean up my desk I try to find but I cannot. After 2-3 weeks. Before I went to bed I started crying because of my iPod.&lt;br /&gt;So then my mom and dad came. The next few weeks my brother and I was watching TV. When we were watching, my brother was playing some sort of shooting game. He ducked under the sofa and say,"Oooooo.....iPod." When I heard it, I said in my heart,"No way, that's not where I put my iPod." The next day guess what I found it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4689624655157950047-8570098199347010417?l=patriciasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8570098199347010417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4689624655157950047&amp;postID=8570098199347010417' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4689624655157950047/posts/default/8570098199347010417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4689624655157950047/posts/default/8570098199347010417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriciasstory.blogspot.com/2008/10/ipod-lost.html' title='IPOD LOST !'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8VvwmKbo8dw/Twlf7B75_dI/AAAAAAAAAqM/ki_11OGgHeg/s220/IMG_9105ps.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3208/2963695270_bf686116ce_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689624655157950047.post-3176195183410885076</id><published>2008-05-17T20:05:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T20:20:13.124+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My fun celebration'/><title type='text'>My 8th Birthday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On my 8th Birthday, when I woke up my mum &amp;amp; dad said&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; "Happy Birthday Kaka ! "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I was so happy , then I got my birthday presents. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 iPod&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 Ben 10 omnitrix&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;a birthday card. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Then my mum gave out the birthday cake then we're a bit late for church. When we arrived at the church in down town, I prayed then I drew. After church, we went to Nariman Point &amp;amp; we watched a movie called Ironman.The name of the cinema is INOX. We had Popcorn &amp;amp; Pepsi. During the interfal, we had chocolate donut. It was so yummy. Me &amp;amp; my brother ate 1 piece each. After the movie was finish, we went to pick up my mother. She didn 't watch the movie, she took some pictures around the down town. After that we went to watch cricket. It was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mumbai Indians&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;VS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Delhi Daredevils.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; I had so much fun in my birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="My 8th Bday by patricia.samperuru, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/patriciasamperuru/2499556564/"&gt;&lt;img height="400" alt="My 8th Bday" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3095/2499556564_624a8eae5a_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now I'm going to tell about my birthday celebration. We invited about 20 - 30 people. They're Indonesian Families who stay in Powai, the area where we live. There're some kids came to my party. It's Padang Food Festival. You can read the story in &lt;a href="http://v-recipes.blogspot.com/2008/05/from-our-padang-food-festival.html#links"&gt;my mom's kitchen blog&lt;/a&gt;. My Mom and Dad were very busy to prepare the food. My Dad let us play his X-box 360 in the party. It's so much fun to play Ratatuille Game with my friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a lot of presents. The best one is Twister Game.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I will have more presents from my Grandparent, Aunties &amp;amp; Uncles when I come back to Jakarta next month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4689624655157950047-3176195183410885076?l=patriciasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3176195183410885076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4689624655157950047&amp;postID=3176195183410885076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4689624655157950047/posts/default/3176195183410885076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4689624655157950047/posts/default/3176195183410885076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriciasstory.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-8th-birthday.html' title='My 8th Birthday.'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8VvwmKbo8dw/Twlf7B75_dI/AAAAAAAAAqM/ki_11OGgHeg/s220/IMG_9105ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689624655157950047.post-4225623636020760242</id><published>2008-03-20T23:30:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T22:38:59.750+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Places'/><title type='text'>Crawford Market</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="IMG_2562a by patricia.samperuru, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24869576@N04/2347268715/"&gt;&lt;img height="275" alt="IMG_2562a" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3154/2347268715_b4225fd614_o.jpg" width="376" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Now I am having the &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spring Break&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I went to &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crawford Market&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on Wednesday 19 March 2008. It's an old building. There's a lot of shops selling&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Vegies , toys, snacks, fruits, napkins, cooking things &amp;amp; more&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ! There's also an animal market selling a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Cat, puppies, birds , mice , rooster &amp;amp; rabbits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I bought a &lt;strong&gt;tea pot set (Toys), Hair bands , hair clips , head bands, Biscuit Treat &amp;amp; an Apple Juice (Snacks).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="IMG_2983a by patricia.samperuru, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24869576@N04/2347268565/"&gt;&lt;img height="273" alt="IMG_2983a" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3117/2347268565_7f2f1b0a7a_o.jpg" width="376" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is me with my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;brother.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;That was my first time visiting Crawford Market.Why did I want to go there ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's because I wanted to see what it looks like. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mama&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;tells story about the place &amp;amp; may be I would like it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Down Town area&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. But my daddy , hasn't go there yet. One day, I would like to bring him there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="IMG_0948a by patricia.samperuru, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24869576@N04/2347268681/"&gt;&lt;img height="253" alt="IMG_0948a" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3209/2347268681_89026a3295_o.jpg" width="376" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This is me when I was choosing my hair clip. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I really love hair clips&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. My mum bought some for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to read my story in Crawford Market.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4689624655157950047-4225623636020760242?l=patriciasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4225623636020760242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4689624655157950047&amp;postID=4225623636020760242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4689624655157950047/posts/default/4225623636020760242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4689624655157950047/posts/default/4225623636020760242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriciasstory.blogspot.com/2008/03/crawford-market.html' title='Crawford Market'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8VvwmKbo8dw/Twlf7B75_dI/AAAAAAAAAqM/ki_11OGgHeg/s220/IMG_9105ps.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689624655157950047.post-211058243446017896</id><published>2008-03-17T10:52:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T15:22:53.987+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipe'/><title type='text'>(recipe) Pancake Bread</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gT39C9CzJfY/R93rSBJgbgI/AAAAAAAAABE/f56vQVKdn7Y/s1600-h/PatBreadPC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178553841324420610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gT39C9CzJfY/R93rSBJgbgI/AAAAAAAAABE/f56vQVKdn7Y/s400/PatBreadPC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is one of &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my favorite breakfast&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.I call it Pancakebread &amp;amp; Mama calls it Frech toast.&lt;br /&gt;This is how to make my Pancakebread.&lt;br /&gt;1.Cut out some slice of bread.&lt;br /&gt;2.Mix egg &amp;amp; milk, then put the slices of bread on to it.&lt;br /&gt;3.After that, put the slice of bread on to a pan with a little bit of margarine.&lt;br /&gt;4.Get the Pancake syrup &amp;amp; if you want to put some more things you can.&lt;br /&gt;5. Enjoy &amp;amp; have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yumm...yummy...&lt;/strong&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/4689624655157950047-211058243446017896?l=patriciasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/211058243446017896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4689624655157950047&amp;postID=211058243446017896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4689624655157950047/posts/default/211058243446017896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4689624655157950047/posts/default/211058243446017896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriciasstory.blogspot.com/2008/03/recipe-pancake-bread.html' title='(recipe) Pancake Bread'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8VvwmKbo8dw/Twlf7B75_dI/AAAAAAAAAqM/ki_11OGgHeg/s220/IMG_9105ps.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gT39C9CzJfY/R93rSBJgbgI/AAAAAAAAABE/f56vQVKdn7Y/s72-c/PatBreadPC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689624655157950047.post-4113405899659014927</id><published>2008-03-17T09:44:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T11:20:54.650+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Places'/><title type='text'>Palm Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gT39C9CzJfY/R93dIhJgbeI/AAAAAAAAAA0/nM1wddVlE1Y/s1600-h/IMG_0848p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178538284952874466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gT39C9CzJfY/R93dIhJgbeI/AAAAAAAAAA0/nM1wddVlE1Y/s400/IMG_0848p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today, we go to &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wesley Church&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It is an old building located at Colaba Area. It takes 1 hour driving from our apartment. Mama loves old building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gT39C9CzJfY/R93cPRJgbdI/AAAAAAAAAAs/u-MYja5D_Bs/s1600-h/IMG_0853p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178537301405363666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gT39C9CzJfY/R93cPRJgbdI/AAAAAAAAAAs/u-MYja5D_Bs/s400/IMG_0853p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next Sunday is &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Easter Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4689624655157950047-4113405899659014927?l=patriciasstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://patriciasstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4113405899659014927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4689624655157950047&amp;postID=4113405899659014927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4689624655157950047/posts/default/4113405899659014927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4689624655157950047/posts/default/4113405899659014927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://patriciasstory.blogspot.com/2008/03/palm-sunday.html' title='Palm Sunday'/><author><name>Patricia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8VvwmKbo8dw/Twlf7B75_dI/AAAAAAAAAqM/ki_11OGgHeg/s220/IMG_9105ps.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gT39C9CzJfY/R93dIhJgbeI/AAAAAAAAAA0/nM1wddVlE1Y/s72-c/IMG_0848p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
