tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35640332192183206512024-03-05T07:41:09.740-08:00HopeThousands of hopes. Thousands of flickering candlelight.Kania Putri Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18022034218564225500noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564033219218320651.post-24028421533660196402012-11-06T06:22:00.000-08:002012-11-06T06:22:09.241-08:00HEYHOHEYHOHey peeps!<br />
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Just wanted to tell you all that I'm moving all activity to my other blog: kaniaputrip.blogspot.com<br />
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It's called Piceous of which the title is later explained on its first post :3<br />
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I just don't really like the layout of this website; too dark and too forlorn. However, you may still visit this site since I'm not reposting all the posts here :) *krik krik* -_-<br />
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xoxoKania Putri Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18022034218564225500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564033219218320651.post-6300450769316496072012-02-09T05:34:00.000-08:002012-02-09T05:34:31.999-08:00Smile smile smile!Hi! It's been ages since I've posted! Not surprising really, because I don't often get a lot of time. When I do, I nearly always waste it on non-productive things like lying on my bed, or surfing the internet, reading online comic and all that useless waste. Bleh. Nowadays, reading books is like a really long tiring marathon. It's nice and interesting, you know it, but when you do have the time to read it, you'll go 'Oh maybe later.' and it goes on and on. I feel really ashamed of myself as reading is one of my daily staples of life, and how can I survive without reading a single book in a week?<br />
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It's torture. Homeworks are killing us, teachers seem to be threatening us with quizzes, hissing and biting like snakes, spikes and thorns appear, making scars and make us bleed tears... But that is life. I suppose I have to drag myself to the positive side now.<br />
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Grraaah. There. Yay I'm happy! Did you know the muscle to smile is a lot lesser than the muscles it takes to frown? So smile, and be happy! Even though there's nothing to be happy about, just smile! It's infectious, you know, smiles. Yes you, dear, you, smile. Now! Even if you can't stop what you're doing now, pause, and smile for a little while. Because all the little things have to be appreciated. Because that is what we live for. :)<br />
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That is all for now! I have to be careful in what I say, since this certainly isn't a personal diary, but a public blog everyone can see :) Sharing for all you beautiful people out there! Smile and find someone to laugh with ! Loveyou!Kania Putri Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18022034218564225500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564033219218320651.post-84186000934005568432011-11-27T04:12:00.001-08:002011-11-27T04:12:57.780-08:00Weird Day<br />
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ever starts from when I visited my cousin’s new house. After visiting her
house, me and my cousin drove off to Amplas to watch Breaking Dawn. Now it’s
starting. The weirdness.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">We entered
the 21 cinema to buy the tickets. Like you can guess, it’s awfully crowded. So
many people of various shapes and sizes. Cousin Icha had her phone literally
glued to her ear as she chatted with Kak Nazar, a senior from her school. We
were actually standing in different lines in case one should be the first
faster. I was kind of alone, with my cousin beside me in another line,
constantly talking forever to her phone. It was noisy, and I tried not to look
like a fool, pretending to be cool as I typed vigorously on my red Vivaz. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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reached the end of the line and ordered tickets for 2:15 PM. About two and
quarter hours more to go. Just great. We sat on a bench, and I kind of looked
stupid. Sitting there while my cousin droned endlessly about who knows what and
what knows who. Of course, the only source of entertainment was my phone so I
ended up typing more notes. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">After ten
minutes, she finally closed her phone and rolling my eyes, we got up and
started to stroll aimlessly between the throngs of crowd. I got my hair done
yesterday, so I was constantly swishing it here and – Oops. My bad. I’m sorry.
It’s rare that my hair looks actually fine, instead of the familiar frizzes and
annoying curls. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Anyway, throughout
the wondering about, we bought some cupcakes (Yes, and they looked uber cute)
(Oh and I think it’ll work for a cool birthday present 8D ) and a Gogirl magazine.
Too bad they didn’t have TeenVogue. Else I would have bought that, no matter
what the price. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">I actually
wanted to buy a new pair of shoes to replace my boring red unfashionable ones,
but unfortunately I had not enough money with me and my cousin said that there
was no Mandiri bank here that I could extract my money from. (Which is untrue
due to the fact that after the trip my aunt said there was.) And so there goes
away my chance. Bye-bye Converse.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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wondering, we settled on a bench and I opened my Gogirl. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Oh, what is
that you say? This is crap? Well I guess so, since all this is unimportant. Let
me get straight to the point. What made today weird was what my cousin said to
me. And her constant chatting with her senior got me thinking. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Plus, the
movie was part of it as well.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Ah, the
movie. I’m saving it for a review, which you’ll find above this post. Read it
already? Oh good. Rate it if you have enough time. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Thank you.
^_^<o:p></o:p></span></div>Kania Putri Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18022034218564225500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564033219218320651.post-70268592270574925482011-11-09T04:35:00.000-08:002011-11-09T04:35:17.791-08:00Book Review: The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern<br />
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for letting me borrow it and immersing myself deep within Mr. Morgenstern’s
world.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Designer Notes Bold"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">I assure you, this book is like no other. I’d have to
rate it 5 stars, because of all the fantasies. It’s like stepping into Dreamland,
only a million times better. This book will encourage you to let go of all
senses and delve deep into Celia Bowen and Marco Alisdair’s imaginative world. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Designer Notes Bold"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Next thing is that The Night Circus is the first ever
romance-genred book that I love. I don’t remember telling you this, so I’ll
tell you now: I’m not the person who’s into romance so much, and I prefer
fantasy out of all genres, but this book really beats it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Designer Notes Bold"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Celia and Bowen got me pumping every now and then, and I
found myself jumping with joy whenever I notice that they’re in the same
chapters. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Designer Notes Bold"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Celia Bowen. Daughter of a famous illusionist and
magician, known as the Propietor. Almost certainly, this six-year-old girl was
immediately tutored by her father. The same goes with the nine-year-old Marco
Alisdair, except that he was tutored by a certain man wearing a grey suit and
goes by the name Mr. A. H. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Designer Notes Bold"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">This two lovers get entwined in a game raging between
their two tutors; an invisible game with vague rules that they’re supposed to
win, with one of them supposed to be dead in order for the game to end. And how is it supposed to end when they get tangled in the threads of innocent, deep, magical love?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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together, and it’s an extremely enchanting light read. I recommend for those
who loves romance, and definitely for those Harry Potter fanatic fans. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Designer Notes Bold"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">It’s magical, beautiful, haunting, fantastical, awesome,
enchanting, wonderful, breath-taking, amazing, extraordinary and an absolute
masterpiece. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Designer Notes Bold"; font-size: 16.0pt; line-height: 115%;">5 stars, Mr. Morgenstern. Five stars. <o:p></o:p></span></div>Kania Putri Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18022034218564225500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564033219218320651.post-71118909287388483362011-09-11T02:05:00.000-07:002011-09-11T02:05:10.555-07:00The Things That Keep Us Here - Book Review<img src="http://covers.powells.com/9781409117339.jpg" /> The book cover I have. Actually, I loved the cover; it emphasizes the gloom and darkness and the bald trees speak it all.<br />
<img src="http://brimbanklibraries.files.wordpress.com/2011/05/things-that-keep-us-here.jpg?w=97&h=150" /> The newest cover of the book <i>The Things That Keep Us Here</i>. You can find a bigger version in the www.carlabuckley.com website. Or, even better, BUY YOUR OWN!! XD<br />
<img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEMpy0B3_K5fz79eZhkycHJEb7l5X9rOr-eKW2ADWiM3Y_eS_1tCdhBuNuWfYhQ39gGU7mrkY3GcUU6F_d_orrwy3mco0DoPZ_XHTHjgfvgid6O2vUAJzxq-9yyibTuG_vECBL15ZF8o4/s1600/things.jpg" />Yay! Big! This the cover I loved the most and I wished I have this version. The picture is beautifully spoken and the quotes accompanies it very nicely. It spices the things up even before you leafed the pages! Sometimes, quotes like this work better rather than a description which is usually behind the book. But, that is my POV, anyway. Okay, enough talking, let me get reviewing.<br />
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"Truthfully, this book has all the genres you need to have. Suspense, thriller, non-fiction (though the only thing fictional are the characters, that does not stop you from reading it!), literature, romance and family problems. If there was such a genre, I'd add in <span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: red;">togetherness</span>.<br />
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Overall, it is scary. The fact that you're trapped in a house with an invisible lethal monster out on the loose isn't at all comforting. Especially when the power is turned off and you're on your own.<br />
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Anyway, the book starts off with Ann Brooks, an ordinary housewife, driving home from her father-in-law's funeral and at the end of the prologue, realized that her marriage has dissolved and lied askew among the word 'divorce'.<br />
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In this story, they are told that they are in Phase Four. After a few pages, Phase Five had started and schools and universities are shut down. Ann Brooks fought her way in the supermarket with Libby, her best friend. When the power turned off, they were forced to do what their ancestors did. Hand-wash clothes, hand-wash the dishes, eat with the candlelight, and the freezing cold. With the rationed foods they had and the disease out there, they have to work together, and keep together. For nothing is all safe out there, even the people they know, the people they love.<br />
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Ann Brooks faces several impossible decisions that will lead to life or death. Even opening the door to her best friend has become a dilemma to this normal housewife. Should she open the door and risk it all...?"<br />
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Well. Very exciting, don't you think?? This story is based on science and... I know, I know, for some, science is pretty boring compared to chic lit (which I must strongly disagree), but I assure you, I guarantee that this kind of science will make you drool for more, make you shiver in disgust and in fear. This is a page-turning book, a book that you will never put it down until you've finished it. (Unless your mother gets really angry about having to call you several times, you'll have to forcefully put the book down.) So you'll need time to read this book for it's a 400 page book. I finished it in three days, maybe one if I had the time, but I was quite busy. Anyway, I was really really sad when it was over. Not sad because of the ending, of course! Sad because the story was over. But I suppose a sequel will ruin it (But definitely not HP, Septimus Heap and other series I love), and besides the epilogue was a relieving finish.<br />
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But keep an eye out if Carla Buckley decides to write a book again.<br />
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Ten stars for this. Strongly recommended for those who adores science and family dilemmas.<br />
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Happy Eid/IdulFitri/Aidilfitri for you all! So where did you go for Eid? Balik kampung? XDD<br />
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I did, alright. Since I lived in Yogyakarta, I had to go to Jakarta alone by train. It was a very first experience for me to travel on a public transport with no one familiar around, though, <em>alhamdullilah, </em>I arrived safely at my destination.<br />
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Yup, I'm visiting my parents in Jakarta. They were thrilled to see me, as do I, but sorry to say, my little brother acts as if I'm a stranger or something. I thought it was rather rude since we haven't met for nearly a month, but Mum stepped up and said defiantly: "He's just shy. You know kids like him. Whenever they meet someone they haven't met for a long time, they go shy and quiet."<br />
I understood that feeling, though I don't feel at all shy meeting him. For goodness' sake, he's still the same annoying loving little brother. <br />
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Well, anyway, enough about him. I called up my two best friends in Jakarta and arranged a break fast together in Margo City tomorrow. It was a wonderful day. We got to chat EVERYTHING, starting from comparing schools, friends, lives and stuff. I missed them both so much. <br />
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Fast forwarding. We already have a plan to visit my third home, in Kuala Lumpur, though we don't live there anymore. But we love KL as 8 years of living has developed a passion for everything in there. <br />
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It was fabulous. It's already the fourth day here, and I'm really enjoying it. I regretted, though, not bringing my laptop with me. I can't do reviews on my books. Speaking of books, I bought lots here. My current favourites are: The Lottery and Little Darlings. I can't wait to review them. 5 STARS!! *0*<br />
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'nough said. Missing my laptop. See you on the next post and stay tuned!<br />
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Kania Putri Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18022034218564225500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564033219218320651.post-37069479963167092602011-07-16T20:41:00.000-07:002011-07-16T20:41:48.731-07:00Time is irreversible.<i>What do you know about time?</i><br />
<i>That it's forever changing,</i><br />
<i>Eternally moving,</i><br />
<i>Never stopping?</i><br />
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<i>Sometimes, we heed to its call.</i><br />
<i>Other times we wish</i><br />
<i>To delve in the past</i><br />
<i>To taste its luxurious waters</i><br />
<i>And not to ever see </i><br />
<i>The present again.</i><br />
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<i>But there are some</i><br />
<i>Whose past are dirty</i><br />
<i>Dark and unforgivable.</i><br />
<i>Whose touch is cold</i><br />
<i>Compared to the warming rain</i><br />
<i>Drowning the sky </i><br />
<i>Mixing in with the tears.</i><br />
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<i>The present.</i><br />
<i>Where what you think and feel</i><br />
<i>Exists now and then.</i><br />
<i>Your feats and motives</i><br />
<i>Whatever they are, they're here.</i><br />
<i>A second ago, they are the past.</i><br />
<i>This very moment</i><br />
<i>Is your present.</i><br />
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<i>Do you wish to trek down </i><br />
<i>The lane of memories</i><br />
<i>Where candies and laughter remain</i><br />
<i>Where you were once a child</i><br />
<i>Forever submerged under its </i><br />
<i>Sweet waters?</i><br />
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<i>Or the unseen path of future?</i><br />
<i>Lit by stranded hopes of light</i><br />
<i>Expectations and wishes hovering by</i><br />
<i>Where only you can decide what's best</i><br />
<i>For you and that ethereal route?</i><br />
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<i>Let not the past steal you</i><br />
<i>From the present ray of light</i><br />
<i>Let not it change you </i><br />
<i>To be a greedy child in perpetuity of the previous</i><br />
<i>Let not it devour you</i><br />
<i>To be something no more of an empty shell</i><br />
<i>Lest you seek sugared memories now and then</i><br />
<i>A victim of the precedent you must not be.</i><br />
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<i>Hopes grow </i><br />
<i>Hopes die</i><br />
<i>The field of future is enlarging every time</i><br />
<i>It needs not only promises and surmises</i><br />
<i>Achievement is required, as well as</i><br />
<i>Supporting family and friends</i><br />
<i>For who else is there besides them?</i><br />
<i>To accompany you through the unbelievable,</i><br />
<i>Love and friendship is demanded.</i><br />
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<i>Yes, the time is ever-changing</i><br />
<i>And every hour, every minute, every second</i><br />
<i>Is ticking</i><br />
<i>Do what you must need</i><br />
<i>Do what you must try</i><br />
<i>Because time is irreversible.</i><br />
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Alright, so it was a long...poem? Story? Whatever it was, I hope you sought for meaning. I learned from it as well, for it applies the same for everyone, including me. I owe so much to Leonnie Lim-senpai (Check out her facebook account here: http://www.facebook.com/leonnie.lim) Her notes are just so very impressive. I admire her writing skills.<br />
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Of course, this kind of note requires experience and understanding. So this was written from my point of view, but I sincerely hope that you all could comprehend what I was trying to say.<br />
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Soo... Let's get back to the topic in hand. (Not that it was out of topic, but.. Grrrr.)<br />
I'm A SENIOR HIGH SCHOOLER! Exciting it may be, but as I stated earlier, my future, in my POV is blurry. So I'll take my words and work my way up to the top! <br />
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:DD Well, I guess I lost some of the words I wanted to write just now due to the poem/story/whateveritwas,<br />
so I have to end this now. Bye, everyone~ I hope you enjoyed this post. ^_^<br />
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I jumped out from the car and made my way to the first stall. My eyes darted here and there, not really landing on to a specific thing, just amazed and awed by the things they were selling and the number of people shopping in the Fest. As I passed the stall, I turned my head and I squealed. Guess why I squealed? AN EXTREMELY CUTE RITSU PLUSHIE!! I rushed over and touched it fondly. The seller said something about the only plushie available in the stall now, so with one movement from my begging eyes, my Mom bought it for me. I mean, I have money, but in that way, I wouldn't have to spend ALL of my money.<br />
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Let's see, I'll just summarize of the things I bought.<br />
1. The Ritsu plushie<br />
2. An unknown anime-themed fan<br />
3. A really cute PUREZENTO pencil case<br />
4. A ''-------" PUREZENTO keychain<br />
5. An onigiri handbag with different expressions<br />
6. A Ciel keychain<br />
7. A Kuroshitsuji flash phone strap<br />
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Nice collection, am satisfied, but I still regretted not buying my Mugi nendo. And the Azusa figma. I bet it's original, because the price was sky-rocketing. As expected.<br />
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Anyway, my first ever JFest was amazing. I did not get the okonomiyaki, though I loved the mochis. I'll definitely attend another one soon!!Kania Putri Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18022034218564225500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564033219218320651.post-46449970655995351922011-03-07T04:58:00.001-08:002011-03-07T04:58:33.780-08:00This Is My Story: Mounting the Peak<div class="uiHeader uiHeaderBottomBorder mbm"><div class="clearfix uiHeaderTop"><div class="uiHeaderActions rfloat"><a class="uiButton" href="http://www.facebook.com/editnote.php?draft&note_id=10150107462847850&id=1264663195" role="button"><i class="mrs img sp_92gwsv sx_57b486"></i><span class="uiButtonText">Edit</span></a></div><div><h2 class="uiHeaderTitle">This is My Story: Mounting the Peak</h2></div></div><div class="clearfix"><div class="mbs mbs uiHeaderSubTitle lfloat fsm fwn fcg">by <a href="http://www.facebook.com/kppreading"><span style="color: #3b5998;">Kania Puspaningrum</span></a> on Monday, 07 March 2011 at 19:11</div><div class="uiHeaderSubActions rfloat"></div></div></div><div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"><div>Is this a dream? I hope not. Because all those resistance I had tried so hard to obliterate, those little problems that somehow gave birth to bigger ones, have wasted my energy, my time, the painful lies I had to make, the frowns, and the tears. But it was worth it. I deserved it. Even now I could see the glint of gold in front of me, tantalizing me with its glory of possessing it, and tempting me as a child would feel when given the sweetest piece of Wonka chocolate ever. The man stepped on the stage, and I held my breath, waiting for me to announce my name, and also for the surge of exuberance and excitement of being given an Oscar trophy. But it did not. Not even when the audience clapped politely as the man handed to a dumbstruck me.<br />
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I clasped the cup nervously; suddenly at a loss of words. Feelings got better of me. Tears leaked out and my eyes sparkled like glass. My mouth opened, and out came a flurry of words.My brain refused to recite the words I had painstakingly memorized for this grand day. But the words that came out surprised me not, nor did I stop.<br />
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"It was truly a very great honour to be bestowed such a gift, and I thank God for giving me this golden chance I very much treasure. This I will never forget but when I arrived here, I had a funny feeling. I realised now that it was because of the beautiiful echoes bouncing in my head. The echoes of precious of words given by family and friends. I would have never reached the peak if my family had not, provided me with the necessities to survive, if my friends had not lent a hand whenever I encountered a precarious ledge of rocks and snow.<br />
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"Since my first week studying in English First, I knew where to go. I am extremely thankful of when they have done. I will not forget those soothing words. I cannot express my thank you enough. But i want you to know..."<br />
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I took a deep breath, and stared at the camera steadily.<br />
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"...I hold this trophy in the honour of my beloved family and friends. This is my wish. To be able to share happiness, and to lend a hand when needed."<br />
I stepped off the podium, feeling strangely ampty after the spontanious speech. The audience clapped loudly, some even standing, but I did not notice.I was too relieved to do so.<br />
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'I want to win because submitting this, I think, are one of my paths leading up to the peak. Writing this had been a joy, and I wish to achieve the best. Thank you for guiding me, English First.' <a href="http://www.englishfirst.co.id/" onmousedown="UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this), "a66fd", event, bagof(null));" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"><span style="color: #3b5998;">www.englishfirst.co.id</span></a><br />
</div></div>Kania Putri Phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18022034218564225500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564033219218320651.post-72986855395376179532010-08-15T00:44:00.000-07:002010-08-15T00:44:20.196-07:00Introduction!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Hiya, everyone! Since this is my first ever blog I created, I appreciate all comments. :D Such a boring day today... My mouth's dry and I simply can't take my eyes off the clock. The earth's spinning reaaaaalllly slow now.... > < </span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><br />
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