<?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-332758664569941872</id><updated>2011-07-08T13:49:22.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hardiyana</title><subtitle type='html'>Non Existence is the Existence itself. The Unseen is The Seen. That's is everything and everyone all about...The One and The Only</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardiyana.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332758664569941872/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardiyana.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hardiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732859073082236707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HRy7S9qnUxM/Spc0N1-vA0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/R9ECdEIK1bo/S220/Blue+hills.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332758664569941872.post-1620235117596858929</id><published>2009-08-28T09:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T09:53:37.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oneness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HRy7S9qnUxM/Spc305U3x5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/SbOQuqs1JPc/s1600-h/One.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374826062171064210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HRy7S9qnUxM/Spc305U3x5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/SbOQuqs1JPc/s200/One.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Tell me about Oneness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;My life has been so blessing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I praise the Lord, for His greateness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;That has led me to this state&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Where I see nothing but HIM,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;feeling that I do not exist,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Even that I do not feel anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Complexion in Simplicity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Truth in Lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;All are supposed to be a remembrance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;to HIS Existence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I am so happy with HIS borrowed feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;BUt my place will be the feeling itself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;The mortal will be back to mortality...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Another awakening, August 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332758664569941872-1620235117596858929?l=hardiyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardiyana.blogspot.com/feeds/1620235117596858929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332758664569941872&amp;postID=1620235117596858929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332758664569941872/posts/default/1620235117596858929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332758664569941872/posts/default/1620235117596858929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardiyana.blogspot.com/2009/08/oneness.html' title='Oneness'/><author><name>Hardiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732859073082236707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HRy7S9qnUxM/Spc0N1-vA0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/R9ECdEIK1bo/S220/Blue+hills.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HRy7S9qnUxM/Spc305U3x5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/SbOQuqs1JPc/s72-c/One.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332758664569941872.post-6852478778399305858</id><published>2008-07-29T15:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T08:37:54.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The One from One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HRy7S9qnUxM/SI7YJsZf2fI/AAAAAAAAABg/kyjh9Z63584/s1600-h/allah_by_binmalieh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228353878472251890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HRy7S9qnUxM/SI7YJsZf2fI/AAAAAAAAABg/kyjh9Z63584/s200/allah_by_binmalieh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;My heart is full of happiness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I know and being known &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see and be seen &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To save and be saved &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey of the immortal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To the emptiness where I could only be...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hardy, July 2008&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/332758664569941872-6852478778399305858?l=hardiyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardiyana.blogspot.com/feeds/6852478778399305858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332758664569941872&amp;postID=6852478778399305858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332758664569941872/posts/default/6852478778399305858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332758664569941872/posts/default/6852478778399305858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardiyana.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-from-one.html' title='The One from One'/><author><name>Hardiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732859073082236707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HRy7S9qnUxM/Spc0N1-vA0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/R9ECdEIK1bo/S220/Blue+hills.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HRy7S9qnUxM/SI7YJsZf2fI/AAAAAAAAABg/kyjh9Z63584/s72-c/allah_by_binmalieh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332758664569941872.post-4435150730918242943</id><published>2008-07-29T15:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T18:27:46.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mathnawi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HRy7S9qnUxM/SI7YqFlS1TI/AAAAAAAAABo/JHHN6Qe80Uc/s1600-h/d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228354434988430642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HRy7S9qnUxM/SI7YqFlS1TI/AAAAAAAAABo/JHHN6Qe80Uc/s200/d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;The Jesus of your spirit is inside you now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Ask that one for help, but don’t ask for body-things… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Don’t ask Moses for provisions that you can get from Pharaoh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Don’t worry so much about livelihood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Your livelihood will turn out as it should.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Be constantly occupied instead with listening to God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Rumi, Mathnawi II:450-454&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332758664569941872-4435150730918242943?l=hardiyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardiyana.blogspot.com/feeds/4435150730918242943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332758664569941872&amp;postID=4435150730918242943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332758664569941872/posts/default/4435150730918242943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332758664569941872/posts/default/4435150730918242943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardiyana.blogspot.com/2008/07/mathnawi.html' title='Mathnawi'/><author><name>Hardiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732859073082236707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HRy7S9qnUxM/Spc0N1-vA0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/R9ECdEIK1bo/S220/Blue+hills.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HRy7S9qnUxM/SI7YqFlS1TI/AAAAAAAAABo/JHHN6Qe80Uc/s72-c/d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332758664569941872.post-5747743298150881569</id><published>2008-07-29T15:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T18:27:30.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Reach God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HRy7S9qnUxM/SI7ZcbU8ulI/AAAAAAAAABw/4gl3obJAPj4/s1600-h/v.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228355299818912338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HRy7S9qnUxM/SI7ZcbU8ulI/AAAAAAAAABw/4gl3obJAPj4/s200/v.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;For your sake, I hurry over land and water: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;For your sake, I cross the desert and split the mountain in two, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;And turn my face from all things, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Until the time I reach the place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Where I am alone with You.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;To Reach God -Al &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.poetseers.org/spiritual_and_devotional_poets/sufi/al_hallaj_poems/al_hallaj/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Hallaj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332758664569941872-5747743298150881569?l=hardiyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardiyana.blogspot.com/feeds/5747743298150881569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332758664569941872&amp;postID=5747743298150881569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332758664569941872/posts/default/5747743298150881569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332758664569941872/posts/default/5747743298150881569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardiyana.blogspot.com/2008/07/to-reach-god.html' title='To Reach God'/><author><name>Hardiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732859073082236707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HRy7S9qnUxM/Spc0N1-vA0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/R9ECdEIK1bo/S220/Blue+hills.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HRy7S9qnUxM/SI7ZcbU8ulI/AAAAAAAAABw/4gl3obJAPj4/s72-c/v.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332758664569941872.post-1411526802014390348</id><published>2008-07-29T15:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T18:27:07.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fountain of Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HRy7S9qnUxM/SI7aBt8q2VI/AAAAAAAAAB4/iF2EFgfMuHQ/s1600-h/V83892006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228355940472510802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="186" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HRy7S9qnUxM/SI7aBt8q2VI/AAAAAAAAAB4/iF2EFgfMuHQ/s200/V83892006.jpg" width="161" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;you mustn’t be afraid of death &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;you’re a deathless soul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;you can’t be kept in a dark grave &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;you’re filled with God’s glow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;be happy with your beloved &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;you can’t find any better &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;the world will shimmer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;because of the diamond you hold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;when your heart is immersed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;in this blissful love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;you can easily endure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;any bitter face around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;in the absence of malice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;there is nothing buthappiness and good times &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;don’t dwell in sorrow my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1889625035/greecethracemi0e/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rumi, Fountain of Fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“&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/332758664569941872-1411526802014390348?l=hardiyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardiyana.blogspot.com/feeds/1411526802014390348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332758664569941872&amp;postID=1411526802014390348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332758664569941872/posts/default/1411526802014390348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332758664569941872/posts/default/1411526802014390348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardiyana.blogspot.com/2008/07/fountain-of-fire.html' title='Fountain of Fire'/><author><name>Hardiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732859073082236707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HRy7S9qnUxM/Spc0N1-vA0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/R9ECdEIK1bo/S220/Blue+hills.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HRy7S9qnUxM/SI7aBt8q2VI/AAAAAAAAAB4/iF2EFgfMuHQ/s72-c/V83892006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332758664569941872.post-5386008476575752596</id><published>2008-07-29T15:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T17:50:11.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HRy7S9qnUxM/SI8yyOVhdJI/AAAAAAAAACA/sxBgzA8-Kks/s1600-h/sawah+membajak.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228453530823652498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HRy7S9qnUxM/SI8yyOVhdJI/AAAAAAAAACA/sxBgzA8-Kks/s200/sawah+membajak.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Born in a beautiful nature and environment, I enjoyed myself everytime I walked passing the rice fileds, the rivers and especially when I saw the twin Mountains of Merapi and Merbabu in the west. I felt great everytime I executed pencil, pens on any papers or other mediums. The same excitements when I did a little piece of works on woods, clay… Drawing, paintings, sculpting…those were really enjoyable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://hardiyana.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/sungai.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228453982387753154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HRy7S9qnUxM/SI8zMgiy0MI/AAAAAAAAACI/jSB4iyTkPiw/s200/Rama-sinta.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I never went for an official course paintings. I thought I was born to draw and paint. I was happy and excited each time to have pen, crayon, paint…or anything to execute. It symbolizes my spirit of preserving beauty, freedom, peace and love…anything we could do to make things and life better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I had official knowledge on art from references I read when I was in my college. But the real meaning of art in my life is when I feel excitement the same way as people feel on my presence.&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/332758664569941872-5386008476575752596?l=hardiyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardiyana.blogspot.com/feeds/5386008476575752596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332758664569941872&amp;postID=5386008476575752596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332758664569941872/posts/default/5386008476575752596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332758664569941872/posts/default/5386008476575752596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardiyana.blogspot.com/2008/07/on-art.html' title='On Art'/><author><name>Hardiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732859073082236707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HRy7S9qnUxM/Spc0N1-vA0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/R9ECdEIK1bo/S220/Blue+hills.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_HRy7S9qnUxM/SI8yyOVhdJI/AAAAAAAAACA/sxBgzA8-Kks/s72-c/sawah+membajak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332758664569941872.post-106997668587651336</id><published>2008-07-29T15:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T17:46:34.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Career</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HRy7S9qnUxM/SI8zvpJSz8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/2Ci2zrbjMIE/s1600-h/wayang.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228454585992138690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HRy7S9qnUxM/SI8zvpJSz8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/2Ci2zrbjMIE/s200/wayang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;When I was kid, I thought that being a farmer, a dancer or an artist would be interesting. I really wanted to live a simple life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://hardiyana.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/hutan-kaliurang.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;When I was entering my teenager, I was very much interested in plants and animals. I also enjoyed learning people culture and values. I took Biology Department when I was in my high school, hoping I could be a good biologist or an anthropologist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228454793020537106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HRy7S9qnUxM/SI8z7sYteRI/AAAAAAAAACY/d9GssrSkB68/s200/semarang.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The fact that I was accepted in one of the State College and that was for English and Literature Department. My whole dreams changed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raised in a big family, my father always showed me how to work hard and to be independent. While struggling to learn the English subject, I was trying to find as many opportunity as possible to support my own life. I sold newspaper, wrote an article on the local newspaper, doing translation services and also giving private English Courses… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Thank God that I received government scholarship since I was in my 3rd Semester. In addition to attending the classes, I pushed myself to have as many networking friends as possible. I enjoyed attending English Club, Drama Assosciation …and also unoficial Art Community Club.  Until I finally joined two big English Courses in town and being the full time Instructor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;My direction changed when I was hired by first international hotel chain to open in Semarang. I was hired as English Instructor for nearly 2 years. From this point, I know the world of hospitality…the career world that I am in until these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hospitality world suits me in the sense that there are values that fit to mine. Helping others, being courteous…among the values that I believe in. And that’s what my parents and my villagers always showed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228454991283264162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HRy7S9qnUxM/SI80HO-OmqI/AAAAAAAAACg/EqjViexbcBE/s200/Holiday+Inn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;With this pre opening hotel, I had the opportunity to learn not only the operations but also the planning side and the system. I worked with Human Resources Department on day to day basis, and was quite fortunate to have the Front Office, Food and Beverage as well as Finance Exposure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228455237999168178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HRy7S9qnUxM/SI80VmD4irI/AAAAAAAAACo/lEl6_gLqRDA/s200/Mandarin_Oriental-Surabaya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;My first official career was when I joined The Five Star Diamond Boutiqe Hotel in Surabaya. This was indeed one of my best career periods. I was interviewed for Training Manager Position and had to do two presentation. One for Staff and One for Key Management. Later I also found out that my superior in previous hotel also went for the interview but I was the one appointed for the post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I had a really good superior and very great General Manager. For almost 3.5 years I stayed with the property(the longest work period ever), the hotel invested valuable development on me. They did mentoring system, paying scholarship and implemented clear career tracks. I started with Training Officer, being Training Manager after 1 year ( When I was 25 years old)and following Employee Relations and Training Development Manager. I had lots of opportunity to actualize myself professionally( I was once in charged as GYM Manager as well). I loved Surabayan who were direct, honest and dynamic… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228455499933542306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HRy7S9qnUxM/SI80k11556I/AAAAAAAAACw/ZGNdIqfKJOc/s200/oberoi_lombok.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Soon I shifted my career to the east part of Indonesia, to the heavenly island of Lombok! I joined one of the leading hotels of the world resort. This is in fact the first time I was officially in charged as Head of Department. I was a 27 year old Human Resources Manager of the best resort in the area. I learnt much on how to deliver personalized and high standard of service. Lombok people are owesome! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228455763072896082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HRy7S9qnUxM/SI800KHNzFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7iZxk1jn7NE/s200/Hyatt.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;From Lombok I went to Bandung joining the best International chain property. Being Director of Human Resources when I was 29 years old, I enjoyed learning a well established system and strong drive of this well known group. This was also good year until I decided to go home to take care of my mom as she had serious diabetic complexion. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228969813500405970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HRy7S9qnUxM/SJEIV1LuqNI/AAAAAAAAAD4/pfD7aecsu5I/s200/Melia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;While going back home, I joined International Chain hotel in the center of Yogyakarta for the same position. I was fortunate to have a good leader. I had the opportunity to enroll the career development for the position of Executive Assistant Manager. I felt home already and attached myself to my past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://hardiyana.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/jakarta.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228970179212479074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HRy7S9qnUxM/SJEIrHkSCmI/AAAAAAAAAEA/0t85QJyvm-U/s200/jakarta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Just right after my mom passed away, I moved to Jakarta in 2007 and assumming Regional Director of Human Resources, Indonesia for fast growing International Hotel Group. I travelled frequently to Indonesia areas from west to East, performing the audit and management development. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228970456432192034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HRy7S9qnUxM/SJEI7QSnKiI/AAAAAAAAAEI/LAatzPsGRYA/s200/Maldives.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I moved to Maldives for some reasons…my first time ever exposure in overseas. Joining the pre opening team of luxury resort with mixed of 15 nationalities…&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/332758664569941872-106997668587651336?l=hardiyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardiyana.blogspot.com/feeds/106997668587651336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332758664569941872&amp;postID=106997668587651336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332758664569941872/posts/default/106997668587651336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332758664569941872/posts/default/106997668587651336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardiyana.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-career.html' title='My Career'/><author><name>Hardiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732859073082236707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HRy7S9qnUxM/Spc0N1-vA0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/R9ECdEIK1bo/S220/Blue+hills.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HRy7S9qnUxM/SI8zvpJSz8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/2Ci2zrbjMIE/s72-c/wayang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332758664569941872.post-8427023450401402162</id><published>2008-07-29T15:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T17:37:50.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My College Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HRy7S9qnUxM/SJEJscXEb8I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/G9qpUOKURU0/s1600-h/splash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228971301485703106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HRy7S9qnUxM/SJEJscXEb8I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/G9qpUOKURU0/s200/splash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It was not easy to live in totally different set of environment. Leaving my lovely village to  Semarang city, the very first time in my life meeting people from different parts of Java and Indonesia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The genuine values from my village helped me a lot in getting along with my friends. My first semester was a challenge. Soon I realized that there were more than what my parents told me. At this stage I was more logical instead of using “my old courtesy and feelings matters”. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In my college, I had lectures from different nations. A couple from Australia, A couple from Canada, A couple from Netherland and French….. What a life! My other stage of life began. It all ended well as my perpective was broadened…after series of cultural shocks and cross culture misunderstanding…. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until at a point I realize that my future are wide open and I could be anyone I wanted…. I grew up into a more complex person. While preserving my old tradition and values, I accepted smoothly modern-wetern-point of vews.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was doing fine with my study, but networking and side jobs took my focus more. I thought I learnt values and culture more than the language itself. I kept myself busy with classes in days time, while doing the courses and participating on various clubs in the nights. It was fun to tested and expereimented with various set of people and networking societies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://hardiyana.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/splash.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332758664569941872-8427023450401402162?l=hardiyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardiyana.blogspot.com/feeds/8427023450401402162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332758664569941872&amp;postID=8427023450401402162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332758664569941872/posts/default/8427023450401402162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332758664569941872/posts/default/8427023450401402162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardiyana.blogspot.com/2008/07/it-was-not-easy-to-live-in-tottaly.html' title='My College Time'/><author><name>Hardiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732859073082236707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HRy7S9qnUxM/Spc0N1-vA0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/R9ECdEIK1bo/S220/Blue+hills.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HRy7S9qnUxM/SJEJscXEb8I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/G9qpUOKURU0/s72-c/splash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332758664569941872.post-686204314533710827</id><published>2008-07-29T15:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T17:34:33.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Teenager</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HRy7S9qnUxM/SJEKA0w3gEI/AAAAAAAAAEY/j6EqaWmcXt8/s1600-h/bebek.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228971651633741890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HRy7S9qnUxM/SJEKA0w3gEI/AAAAAAAAAEY/j6EqaWmcXt8/s200/bebek.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I went to school on foot every morning , crossing the rice field and the river. I could manage my classes very well and was always on the top rank. I had high interest on most of subjects particularly art, language, music …all about human, and also history… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I usually went to the land farm in the afternoon, getting some grass for my goats or just simply took them with me. Frequently my father asked me and my brothers to the land farm, doing the lands and taking care of our crops…I was glad every time we had the harvest of rice, tobacco, cassava, corn…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The community in my village preserved old traditions. We performed traditional music and traditional dance frequently. I learnt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wayang&lt;/span&gt; Wong dance and performed occasionally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I was also active in the youth club where I could learn Javanese Basic Courtesy and tradition official speech. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked going to the river, collecting woods and plants and treated them as piece of art. I did not have much space for serious relationship.&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/332758664569941872-686204314533710827?l=hardiyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardiyana.blogspot.com/feeds/686204314533710827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332758664569941872&amp;postID=686204314533710827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332758664569941872/posts/default/686204314533710827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332758664569941872/posts/default/686204314533710827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardiyana.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-teenager.html' title='My Teenager'/><author><name>Hardiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732859073082236707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HRy7S9qnUxM/Spc0N1-vA0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/R9ECdEIK1bo/S220/Blue+hills.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HRy7S9qnUxM/SJEKA0w3gEI/AAAAAAAAAEY/j6EqaWmcXt8/s72-c/bebek.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332758664569941872.post-6146171254213549203</id><published>2008-07-29T15:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T17:29:02.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Happy Childhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HRy7S9qnUxM/SJEKamWyQtI/AAAAAAAAAEg/OE82LuvHsPI/s1600-h/RiceField6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228972094442848978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HRy7S9qnUxM/SJEKamWyQtI/AAAAAAAAAEg/OE82LuvHsPI/s200/RiceField6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was born in a village of Gajihan, Jatinom, Central Java. A beautiful village surrounded by rich and fertile rice fileds. Beautiful Merapi and Merbabu mountains are seen in the west side of the village. I spent a happy childhood. I enjoyed playing all day long in the river, along  the land farm…having cows and goats around, it was perfect! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father is a farmer. He used to take us to the land farm every afternoon. Just right before the sun set, he had all of my brothers and myself with him and he started to talk about life values …In fact, I was too young but I miss that moments so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/332758664569941872-6146171254213549203?l=hardiyana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hardiyana.blogspot.com/feeds/6146171254213549203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=332758664569941872&amp;postID=6146171254213549203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332758664569941872/posts/default/6146171254213549203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/332758664569941872/posts/default/6146171254213549203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hardiyana.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-happy-childhood.html' title='My Happy Childhood'/><author><name>Hardiyana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09732859073082236707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HRy7S9qnUxM/Spc0N1-vA0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/R9ECdEIK1bo/S220/Blue+hills.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_HRy7S9qnUxM/SJEKamWyQtI/AAAAAAAAAEg/OE82LuvHsPI/s72-c/RiceField6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
