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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYBRX4yfyp7ImA9WhRVGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11795460</id><updated>2012-01-17T19:09:14.097+07:00</updated><category term="jakarta's flood" /><category term="eating out" /><category term="sightseeing" /><category term="yoga" /><category term="cute one" /><category term="indonesian coffee" /><category term="thoughts" /><category term="chinese new year" /><title>A Traveling Caffeinated Yogini</title><subtitle type="html">When I travel to find my passion in coffee and yoga... To find the cup of coffee that energizes me when I feel blue... To find the yoga mat that I can stretch my feeling and give my body a chance to breath again...
 
When a cup of coffee meets a yoga mat when I travel, then I am walking on my path of peace and love... 

(Astrid Amalia)</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://astridamalia2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://astridamalia2.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795460/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Astrid Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16028358316809887826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ATravelingCaffeinatedYogini" /><feedburner:info uri="atravelingcaffeinatedyogini" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8GRnw6eCp7ImA9WhRWFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11795460.post-9048983922497191574</id><published>2012-01-03T18:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T18:40:27.210+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-03T18:40:27.210+07:00</app:edited><title>Gayo Coffee &amp; Java Coffee</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795460/posts/default/9048983922497191574?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795460/posts/default/9048983922497191574?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ATravelingCaffeinatedYogini/~3/e7kBHLA0YNA/gayo-coffee-java-coffee.html" title="Gayo Coffee &amp; Java Coffee" /><author><name>Astrid Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16028358316809887826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2U4xIeSHUX8/TwLo0YfwD4I/AAAAAAAAA5c/0KvY52OH__c/s72-c/IMG00444-20111225-0056.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><content type="html">






One day, I got invitation from a friend of mine, Ita Sembiring, to taste some coffees. Actually, this was a coffee launch event from Amway Indonesia. But since I came late, then I could only taste the coffees. 



The coffees we tasted at the events were the products from PT UKMI who works together with Amway Indonesia. In this event, the coffee served is UKMWay Premium Single Origin 
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Indonesia is very proud to be the
host of the 26th Sea Games which will take place from June 11 to 22 November
2011 in Jakarta and Palembang. Of course, we are proud of this international
sport event.



One small thing that became my
question is whether the Sea Games event can bring up the sense of nationalism just
like when the Indonesian team competed in the World Cup. Yes, you can,

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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/m9p-cLepp_Q-E9C5mI4QJN8UmNI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/m9p-cLepp_Q-E9C5mI4QJN8UmNI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ATravelingCaffeinatedYogini/~4/fjYakowKVlM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://astridamalia2.blogspot.com/2011/11/come-on-come-on-come-on-indonesia-can.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4NQX08cCp7ImA9Wx9VEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11795460.post-1040232583437019000</id><published>2011-01-26T11:59:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T11:59:50.378+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-26T11:59:50.378+07:00</app:edited><title>Bed at Home</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795460/posts/default/1040232583437019000?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795460/posts/default/1040232583437019000?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ATravelingCaffeinatedYogini/~3/8QB0YNLJ-pQ/bed-at-home.html" title="Bed at Home" /><author><name>Astrid Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16028358316809887826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><content type="html">Somebody said that no matter how far we travel, we'll miss our bed at home. 


So, go home, guys &amp;amp; sleep there. The bed misses you always ;-)


Namaste! 







Please feel free to send your comments and questions to: astrid_amalia@yahoo.com  If you wanna see my blog in Bahasa Indonesia version, please go to this link:  http://astridamalia.blogspot.com
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/g5ldVO7SzlGYmZMZ2NLRR9c3v44/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/g5ldVO7SzlGYmZMZ2NLRR9c3v44/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ATravelingCaffeinatedYogini/~4/8QB0YNLJ-pQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://astridamalia2.blogspot.com/2011/01/bed-at-home.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8FRXsyeCp7ImA9Wx9VEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11795460.post-962859350162860017</id><published>2011-01-26T11:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T11:56:54.590+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-26T11:56:54.590+07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thoughts" /><title>Ready to Travel Anytime in Your Life</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795460/posts/default/962859350162860017?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795460/posts/default/962859350162860017?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ATravelingCaffeinatedYogini/~3/vrq-9LpSqSc/ready-to-travel-anytime-in-your-life.html" title="Ready to Travel Anytime in Your Life" /><author><name>Astrid Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16028358316809887826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><content type="html">In your life, you always need to prepare "Go Bag" that you can just grab anytime there's any departures in your life. 


Two "Go Bags" you need to prepare in your life: 
Prepare one in real (a bag for traveling) and one in your mind (a ready mentality to go anywhere possible).


Namaste! 




Please feel free to send your comments and questions to: astrid_amalia@yahoo.com  If you wanna see my 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/402V-fNK0YRSZ66NoHmJmRkqT_k/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/402V-fNK0YRSZ66NoHmJmRkqT_k/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ATravelingCaffeinatedYogini/~4/vrq-9LpSqSc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://astridamalia2.blogspot.com/2011/01/ready-to-travel-anytime-in-your-life.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYNSXc7fyp7ImA9Wx9WGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11795460.post-154719795076369278</id><published>2011-01-25T17:05:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T17:09:58.907+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-25T17:09:58.907+07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="yoga" /><title>Why I Like Yoga</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795460/posts/default/154719795076369278?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795460/posts/default/154719795076369278?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ATravelingCaffeinatedYogini/~3/wxhS36mZHVQ/why-i-like-yoga.html" title="Why I Like Yoga" /><author><name>Astrid Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16028358316809887826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><content type="html">I like Yoga because Yoga does magic to my body. If I get spiritual experiences from Yoga, I take it as a beautiful bonus from the Universe.   People see yoga as rituals to spiritual things. For me, Yoga is physical exercises that makes me feel healthy enough to enjoy the beauty of life. Thank you, Universe &amp;amp; Mother Nature, for giving me Yoga. Yes, Yoga is a special gift for me. Namaste! Please 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pFrSLTBBLTLFAmYpmtrPePfghtI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pFrSLTBBLTLFAmYpmtrPePfghtI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ATravelingCaffeinatedYogini/~4/wxhS36mZHVQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://astridamalia2.blogspot.com/2011/01/why-i-like-yoga.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UER3g_cCp7ImA9Wx9WGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11795460.post-1781864609823382887</id><published>2011-01-25T16:51:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T16:53:26.648+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-25T16:53:26.648+07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thoughts" /><title>Make Peace with My Past</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795460/posts/default/1781864609823382887?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795460/posts/default/1781864609823382887?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ATravelingCaffeinatedYogini/~3/S5h6tT6FfXU/make-peace-with-my-past.html" title="Make Peace with My Past" /><author><name>Astrid Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16028358316809887826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><content type="html">"What people think about you is totally none of your business!" - written at one of the walls at Planet Futsal, Kuningan, Jakarta.     My life isn't a car that has rearview window. I just don't wanna look back to the past too much, because I live my life today for my future.     It's very human to make mistakes &amp;amp; I always try to forgive people &amp;amp; try not to humiliate them. My heart is too small to
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5CvMCVlbUEbViBd6B_ZhTZ-Va1c/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5CvMCVlbUEbViBd6B_ZhTZ-Va1c/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ATravelingCaffeinatedYogini/~4/S5h6tT6FfXU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://astridamalia2.blogspot.com/2011/01/make-peace-with-my-past.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEBQHY9eSp7ImA9Wx9SE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11795460.post-5901869038057983745</id><published>2010-12-03T19:43:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T19:50:51.861+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-03T19:50:51.861+07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="indonesian coffee" /><title>Manggarai Arabica Coffee</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795460/posts/default/5901869038057983745?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795460/posts/default/5901869038057983745?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ATravelingCaffeinatedYogini/~3/jlreLRNnA9k/manggarai-arabica-coffee.html" title="Manggarai Arabica Coffee" /><author><name>Astrid Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16028358316809887826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SmPQDNwZq2s/TPjmoWfZMjI/AAAAAAAAAio/hDMXu5DDAro/s72-c/20112010616.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><content type="html">Koffie GoenoengJl. Tebet Timur Dalam VI C / 17JakartaTel: 021-830-4153Email: kopigunung@gmail.comBlog: http://koffiegoenoengfairtrade.blogspot.comOne day, a friend on my Facebook - Koffie Goenoeng coffee producer - offered me to taste one of its coffee, Arabica Manggarai. Of course I want to!     The package of the coffee, delivered by courier, comes in two layers. The first wrap is the brown 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LYhTFidVBimSW4EmRK9BFqe5Fe8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LYhTFidVBimSW4EmRK9BFqe5Fe8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ATravelingCaffeinatedYogini/~4/jlreLRNnA9k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://astridamalia2.blogspot.com/2010/12/manggarai-arabica-coffee.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4FRX0-eyp7ImA9Wx5aF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11795460.post-2344829514742235100</id><published>2010-11-14T18:24:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T18:25:14.353+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-14T18:25:14.353+07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thoughts" /><title>#Spiritual</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795460/posts/default/2344829514742235100?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795460/posts/default/2344829514742235100?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ATravelingCaffeinatedYogini/~3/5ygCvBvysvQ/spiritual.html" title="#Spiritual" /><author><name>Astrid Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16028358316809887826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><content type="html">The place of Heaven is up there on the top of everything, while the place of hell is down there below the ground.     God never judges &amp;amp; never gives punishment. He forgives &amp;amp; heals the sickness in the people who believe in Him. Have faith in Him.     Whatever you believe in, you must know there's a deal in it. Whatever the deal is, you must know how you're going to do the after life.     
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/UTkTnFshmSRKz2StlBOhjFKhBiI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/UTkTnFshmSRKz2StlBOhjFKhBiI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ATravelingCaffeinatedYogini/~4/5ygCvBvysvQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://astridamalia2.blogspot.com/2010/11/spiritual.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08MRngyfyp7ImA9Wx5VEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11795460.post-8199100087757061951</id><published>2010-10-04T17:46:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T17:58:07.697+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-04T17:58:07.697+07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="thoughts" /><title>The World - in the eye of a digital yogini</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795460/posts/default/8199100087757061951?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795460/posts/default/8199100087757061951?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ATravelingCaffeinatedYogini/~3/fLor_OC8X4k/world-in-eye-of-digital-yogini.html" title="The World - in the eye of a digital yogini" /><author><name>Astrid Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16028358316809887826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><content type="html">The world is small.With social media and digital media, it is getting smaller and smaller and smaller.There is only a space to breath, to inhale the goodness of the world, to exhale our kindness to others.Namaste!Please feel free to send your comments and questions to: astrid_amalia@yahoo.comIf you wanna see my blog in Bahasa Indonesia version, please go to this link: http://
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aGx0w5SN4Oa5c_MUMX-hdUfWTTY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aGx0w5SN4Oa5c_MUMX-hdUfWTTY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ATravelingCaffeinatedYogini/~4/fLor_OC8X4k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://astridamalia2.blogspot.com/2010/10/world-in-eye-of-digital-yogini.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4DRnw6cCp7ImA9WxFRFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11795460.post-4506397363201393250</id><published>2010-04-28T20:20:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T20:22:57.218+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-28T20:22:57.218+07:00</app:edited><title>HOUSE OF LEARNING CINTA ANAK BANGSA</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795460/posts/default/4506397363201393250?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795460/posts/default/4506397363201393250?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ATravelingCaffeinatedYogini/~3/8LxOQp3ZnW0/house-of-learning-cinta-anak-bangsa.html" title="HOUSE OF LEARNING CINTA ANAK BANGSA" /><author><name>Astrid Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16028358316809887826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><content type="html">Yayasan Cinta Anak Bangsa (YCAB), founded by Veronica Colondam, has been paying more attention to street kids, especially to those who can not go to school due to their financial condition. YCAB believes that there is no reason for those kids for not having a proper education. That is the reason why they created Rumah Belajar Cinta Anak Bangsa (House of Learning Cinta Anak Bangsa).  By educating 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xgdcvSXJvts79sxREYrxruxBcOM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xgdcvSXJvts79sxREYrxruxBcOM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ATravelingCaffeinatedYogini/~4/8LxOQp3ZnW0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://astridamalia2.blogspot.com/2010/04/house-of-learning-cinta-anak-bangsa.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkADSHg9fip7ImA9WxFTF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11795460.post-6015077625725608980</id><published>2010-04-09T01:08:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T01:19:39.666+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-09T01:19:39.666+07:00</app:edited><title>Just Change My Twitter Account... After So Long!!!</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795460/posts/default/6015077625725608980?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795460/posts/default/6015077625725608980?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ATravelingCaffeinatedYogini/~3/xjWADmkEN4M/just-change-my-twitter-account-after-so.html" title="Just Change My Twitter Account... After So Long!!!" /><author><name>Astrid Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16028358316809887826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><content type="html">Dear all,I just got a chance to visit the blog again after so long.... And the funny thing is I just realize that the Twitter page displayed here was not mine. Dang!Well, it was mine, then I changed my user name, but I forgot to change it here also. Then, after so long, I just realize that the old user name was taken by someone else. So well, as you know, the Twitter page showed someone else's 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6z5zci5TVb7Q1pyUUiCmbEl8LSA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6z5zci5TVb7Q1pyUUiCmbEl8LSA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ATravelingCaffeinatedYogini/~4/xjWADmkEN4M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://astridamalia2.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-change-my-twitter-account-after-so.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0EHQH88fyp7ImA9WxJQFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11795460.post-115412173644467694</id><published>2009-05-29T16:25:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T16:33:51.177+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-29T16:33:51.177+07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="indonesian coffee" /><title>BLUMCHEN COFFEE</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795460/posts/default/115412173644467694?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795460/posts/default/115412173644467694?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ATravelingCaffeinatedYogini/~3/YwNbbnWtKOw/blumchen-coffee.html" title="BLUMCHEN COFFEE" /><author><name>Astrid Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16028358316809887826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><content type="html">Blumchen CoffeeJl. RS. Fatmawati No. 1 South JakartaTel: (021) 9195-9112Fax: (021) 521-2478After a beautiful day with some friends on Saturday afternoon, my best buddy Ree offered a meeting to coffee cupping at Blumchen Coffee. She just did not want to meet at a mall that she thinks it is where the kids gather hehehe. Alright then, so I went there. Before this, Ree has told me that this café is 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/a3ho9lqgWAWq7N5H2tzLdVB9S6k/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/a3ho9lqgWAWq7N5H2tzLdVB9S6k/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ATravelingCaffeinatedYogini/~4/nlWhzZZ9PRg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://astridamalia2.blogspot.com/2008/12/yoga-breath-of-my-life.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEENQng6fip7ImA9WxdTFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11795460.post-4063327862521741743</id><published>2008-05-13T15:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T15:18:13.616+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-13T15:18:13.616+07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="indonesian coffee" /><title>Anomali Café</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795460/posts/default/4063327862521741743?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795460/posts/default/4063327862521741743?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ATravelingCaffeinatedYogini/~3/JZ9_CZcgkZ4/anomali-caf.html" title="Anomali Café" /><author><name>Astrid Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16028358316809887826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SmPQDNwZq2s/SClNz5hcvnI/AAAAAAAAASQ/xPZUS-z1Bo4/s72-c/Anomali+sandwich.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><content type="html">Anomali CoffeeJl. Senopati Raya No. 35JakartaTel: +6221-5292-0102About 8 moths ago, I received an e-from Abgari or Abgar who asked about my drinking coffee activities. Well, actually he wanted to build his own café. Not long after that, he also invited me to come to his café, Anomali Coffee.Then I found out that there was media coverage about this Anomali Coffee. One of them was my best friend, 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7lTUvHPJcrbWkGLCzyBw7UzyZ-E/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/7lTUvHPJcrbWkGLCzyBw7UzyZ-E/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ATravelingCaffeinatedYogini/~4/JZ9_CZcgkZ4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://astridamalia2.blogspot.com/2008/05/anomali-caf.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYNSHk-eSp7ImA9WxZaEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11795460.post-3561134719866881294</id><published>2008-04-25T13:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T13:16:39.751+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-04-25T13:16:39.751+07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="eating out" /><title>Dinner in Japanese style</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795460/posts/default/3561134719866881294?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795460/posts/default/3561134719866881294?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ATravelingCaffeinatedYogini/~3/42BXtCT783k/dinner-in-japanese-style.html" title="Dinner in Japanese style" /><author><name>Astrid Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16028358316809887826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SmPQDNwZq2s/SBF2xCDz35I/AAAAAAAAARo/rClDjMZbbgY/s72-c/Sashimi+from+papaya.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><content type="html">When I had an idea to have a dinner in Japanese style, my Japanese friend, Kaori, offered he house to be used as the place to do the dinner. Cool!!!We did the dinner on the last Saturday night, after stretching our lazy muscles at 3 yoga classes. In the situation like this, our stomach deserved to be treated well with some delicious food. Our first target was the Japanese supermarket called 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lpxVrD-RANf849J3P9VYL2G9SEA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/lpxVrD-RANf849J3P9VYL2G9SEA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ATravelingCaffeinatedYogini/~4/gJtvlwR7OrI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://astridamalia2.blogspot.com/2008/02/rumah-mode-bandung.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkACQXY_fip7ImA9WB5SGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11795460.post-4920328586429332277</id><published>2007-06-15T13:14:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T13:26:00.846+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-06-15T13:26:00.846+07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cute one" /><title>Bugil - the Naked Dog</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795460/posts/default/4920328586429332277?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795460/posts/default/4920328586429332277?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ATravelingCaffeinatedYogini/~3/0SGqUi_2hQI/bugil-naked-dog.html" title="Bugil - the Naked Dog" /><author><name>Astrid Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16028358316809887826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SmPQDNwZq2s/RnIvywJ3F3I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Qd1Hu9IZrSI/s72-c/Come+play+with+me.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><content type="html">Let me introduce you to Bugil, my neighbor's dog. She is so cute. Her hobbies are to run here and there, and bite any plastic bottle. She is big, and hard to handle. She only obeys and follows the command from the guys in the house (the Daddy and the Big Brother). Yeah, she is really flirt-lil-puppy.Sometimes ago, I asked my neighbor, why her name is Bugil. The answer was just simple, because no 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8l9QZH4uXSyhGKpEqJtEYpoMpUs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8l9QZH4uXSyhGKpEqJtEYpoMpUs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ATravelingCaffeinatedYogini/~4/p6jBm7pr_Nk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://astridamalia2.blogspot.com/2007/03/technorati.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0AARHwzeCp7ImA9WBFWF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11795460.post-2214786273304634941</id><published>2007-03-14T14:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T16:35:45.280+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-04-05T16:35:45.280+07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="indonesian coffee" /><title>Lampung Coffee – Bus Patas brand – from Cibubur Market</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795460/posts/default/2214786273304634941?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795460/posts/default/2214786273304634941?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ATravelingCaffeinatedYogini/~3/RJiF3rzPjf0/lampung-coffee-bus-patas-brand-from.html" title="Lampung Coffee – Bus Patas brand – from Cibubur Market" /><author><name>Astrid Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16028358316809887826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SmPQDNwZq2s/RhSfXvedkUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/2PIjXLWF0q0/s72-c/Kopi+Lampung+cap+Bus+Patas.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><content type="html">One day, my Mom said that there is coffee sold at the Cibubur Market, near our home. She was not sure about the kind of coffee sold there, but the coffee is still in beans and will be grinded when we buy it. And then she offered if I wanted to taste the coffee. Well, Mom, off course, I want to.A few days later, my Mom said that the coffee is ready. The coffee is from Lampung - Bus Patas brand. It
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xtxfX0Z4adT-gx3OZo1StejdYTA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xtxfX0Z4adT-gx3OZo1StejdYTA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ATravelingCaffeinatedYogini/~4/RJiF3rzPjf0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://astridamalia2.blogspot.com/2007/03/lampung-coffee-bus-patas-brand-from.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcNQ306eyp7ImA9WBBbFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11795460.post-116841409230364028</id><published>2007-01-10T14:19:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T14:28:12.313+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-01-10T14:28:12.313+07:00</app:edited><title>New Year’s Eve: Dinner &amp; Bronze Durian from Pontianak</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795460/posts/default/116841409230364028?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795460/posts/default/116841409230364028?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ATravelingCaffeinatedYogini/~3/kh7a361TJoE/new-years-eve-dinner-bronze-durian.html" title="New Year’s Eve: Dinner &amp; Bronze Durian from Pontianak" /><author><name>Astrid Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16028358316809887826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><content type="html">Happy New Year 2007!!!Anybody celebrated the New Year’s Eve?I was planned to go home to my parents in Cibubur and had a dinner and opened a bottle of wine with them. But it was a surprise that I got a lot of sudden invitations to New Year’s Eve parties on that December 31st, 2006. Unfortunately, I could not come to those invitations as I already promised my parents to have a dinner with them. (
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fPU4VVPDIS6GQdmBBPxTT_Wgh2E/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fPU4VVPDIS6GQdmBBPxTT_Wgh2E/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ATravelingCaffeinatedYogini/~4/kh7a361TJoE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://astridamalia2.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-years-eve-dinner-bronze-durian.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QCR3Y8eyp7ImA9WBBUE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11795460.post-116736936686236222</id><published>2006-12-29T12:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T12:16:06.873+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2006-12-29T12:16:06.873+07:00</app:edited><title>MINANG FESTIVAL</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795460/posts/default/116736936686236222?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795460/posts/default/116736936686236222?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ATravelingCaffeinatedYogini/~3/0T3s8ny7z0E/minang-festival.html" title="MINANG FESTIVAL" /><author><name>Astrid Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16028358316809887826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><content type="html">Last week, a friend of my Mom asked me to go out with her to the Minang Festival in Indonesian  Miniature Park (Taman Mini Indonesia Indah). How could I say no to a food festival, especially from a nice woman like her?      The park was crowded as usual; especially the day was the Sunday before the Christmas Day. (Merry Christmas to you all). Big families, two people in romance, and group of 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uO4rmHX0k4TgHbRnZ818eR13RjQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uO4rmHX0k4TgHbRnZ818eR13RjQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ATravelingCaffeinatedYogini/~4/0T3s8ny7z0E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://astridamalia2.blogspot.com/2006/12/minang-festival.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEINQXk9fip7ImA9WBBXFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11795460.post-116468259074536833</id><published>2006-11-28T09:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T09:56:30.766+07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2006-11-28T09:56:30.766+07:00</app:edited><title>Bakoel Koffie in Bintaro</title><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795460/posts/default/116468259074536833?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11795460/posts/default/116468259074536833?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ATravelingCaffeinatedYogini/~3/TSj-degBdRE/bakoel-koffie-in-bintaro_27.html" title="Bakoel Koffie in Bintaro" /><author><name>Astrid Amalia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16028358316809887826</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><content type="html">I was at the grand opening of Bakoel Koffie in Bintaro, South Jakarta. Nice place to have a cup of coffee and to work. Yeah, the cafe provides free internet through wi-fi. Just grab your laptop and browse, baby.And as usual, nice hospitality of Syeni, Hendra, and the crews. But what attracted me more were the details at the store. So old, so unique, and feels like home. It seems like I sat in an 
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