<?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-9082001529692297369</id><updated>2012-02-19T12:20:34.261+07:00</updated><category term='mind'/><category term='indonesian government'/><category term='ALTER-EGO'/><category term='earth'/><category term='new look'/><category term='SOS'/><category term='disturbia'/><category term='crush'/><category term='random'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='my sketch'/><category term='college'/><category term='school'/><category term='love life'/><category term='photos'/><category term='uni life'/><category term='hilarious moment'/><category term='wishlist'/><category term='sightseeing'/><category term='minds'/><category term='FRIENDS'/><category term='AM'/><category term='TVXQ'/><category term='twitter'/><category term='hobby'/><category term='family'/><category term='disease'/><category term='myself'/><category term='self-reflection'/><title type='text'>Purple Line</title><subtitle type='html'>Let Me Set Up My World</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>133</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-5681643963405147699</id><published>2012-02-19T11:45:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2012-02-19T12:20:34.271+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-reflection'/><title type='text'>(i'm not that great, and i just want you to know that.)</title><content type='html'>have you ever felt offended when the most beautiful person you've ever seen said, "i'm not beautiful, there are so many people who are more than me."?&lt;div style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; "&gt;we all have our very own role model: singer, actor/actress, author, or anyone. yours can be your own parents, i have guessed. but do you feel offended when they say: "i'm not as great as you think."?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; "&gt;we all do admire, and have been admired. it's always been great to admire someone so great, but what is it like when you're admired instead?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; "&gt;you must be thinking: "what the hell do they admire in me?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; "&gt;we must've been complimented in what we do at least once, even the smallest thing.  for me i'm often loved for my drawing. and lately my decoration. i write, i draw, i study, i speak english; and they often say i'm doing great. but most times i deny their statement and say, "no, i'm not."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; "&gt;i write some stories and people love them and say that i've done great; meanwhile i think many authors do greater than me to the extend that i feel my works are nothing. i draw some sketches and people say they're cool; while i want to tell them that my skill isn't that great. i've been studying at formal school for over 13 years and people say that i'm smart; meanwhile i want them to know that i've failed at too many subjects for too many times. i write and speak in english and people say it's excellent; while i think that it's decreasing, and you can find so many grammatical errors just in this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but, saying those things out loud can be somewhat awful. when i tell them, i can see disappointment in their eyes. the look that says, &lt;i&gt;"why don't you appreciate yourself?"&lt;/i&gt;. yes i do, but i feel like i don't deserve those high compliments. but then i can't say nothing but a 'thank you'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;compliments trigger me to do so much better. i want to give those who support me something better, and more than they expect. compliments, and more likely criticisms, make me realize that &lt;i&gt;i've done something;&lt;/i&gt; because people who don't get them never do anything from the first place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-5681643963405147699?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/5681643963405147699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2012/02/im-not-that-great-and-i-just-want-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/5681643963405147699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/5681643963405147699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2012/02/im-not-that-great-and-i-just-want-you.html' title='(i&apos;m not that great, and i just want you to know that.)'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-4853892951757202163</id><published>2012-01-15T11:46:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T11:54:57.940+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>survivor</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;i&gt;"if you can survive SMA 8, you can survive elsewhere."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that quote (i can't credit anyone; my senior told me) is most likely true; though some people disagree with it. they say that in high school we had cram school, while in college we don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what we are talking about here is actually the daily routine. in SMA 8 we're used to work/study under pressure, thus that kind of circumstance is no longer a problem for us in college. some of my friends which didn't go to the same school with mine even shared about their lack of sleep and the pressure they got from lecturers; while i'm very used to it already. i (almost) never complain about the lack of sleep i've got just because it's no problem at all already for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see the difference?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-4853892951757202163?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/4853892951757202163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2012/01/survivor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/4853892951757202163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/4853892951757202163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2012/01/survivor.html' title='survivor'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-3563450043660043987</id><published>2011-11-13T07:37:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T08:23:01.583+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><title type='text'>Twitter is a big deal. yeah.</title><content type='html'>okay, i think you guys have noticed that in the last few days i made such a fuss on making a new Twitter account and i think you guys have read my reason too: 'a personal problem' (yeah, what a way to explain a reason). so, i want to explain a bit why i have to have 2 twitter accounts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started using Twitter over 2 years ago. at that time everybody (Indonesians) were still Facebook-addicts while i wanted to run away from it. my intention of making Twitter was to escape from reality. that's why when i started liking a vocal group (you know who they are, you name it) i talked about them a lot there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i couldn't expect other people to understand me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many people think that what i've tweeted is what i am for real. heck, i made Twitter as an escapade from reality, that means it's not the real me. in reality i don't squeal, i don't faint, i don't die &lt;small&gt;(yeah)&lt;/small&gt;, i don't talk a lot about my opinion in same-sex relationship, and i don't curse so much. but real-life friends seem don't understand that. they unfollowed me &lt;small&gt;(yes, i am bothered with that)&lt;/small&gt;. at first i didn't really give a fuck until my college teachers started following me as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at college i am a sweet, quiet, passionate student. i'm polite, i'm studious although sometimes i fall asleep but it doesn't matter; a typical student every teacher loves. they don't know that i spazz a lot, and i want them to remain that way. i don't need ideas like '아피 doesn't like Writing homework', '아피 is sick with Korean Literature History', '아피 supports same-sex relationship and she actually likes them' and so on, goes into my teachers' brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i've built in real life, stays in real life and what i've done on Twitter, stays on Twitter. but i can't expect everyone to understand me that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's why i reactivated an old account of mine, just there i will do whatever i won't do in real life. in the account you know i will still talk about homeworks/daily life/Running Man, gossip, mock, and talk in indonesian/english/japanese/korean; that's what i've been doing in real life as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-3563450043660043987?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/3563450043660043987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2011/11/twitter-is-big-deal-yeah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/3563450043660043987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/3563450043660043987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2011/11/twitter-is-big-deal-yeah.html' title='Twitter is a big deal. yeah.'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-7534152168144804769</id><published>2011-09-24T07:09:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T07:46:34.502+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indonesian government'/><title type='text'>if you can't type correctly, don't work in a government institution. seriously.</title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;i&gt;because you might ruin a citizen's life in the future.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i decided to make this post after headdesk-ing and headwall-ing and facepalm-ing over government failure. well, it's not the entire of our government who's wrong, but i really hate the one who made this mistake i could hate this country until undecided time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it all started when i was preparing for scholarship application and i have to copy my high school report cards, graduation certificate, and so on... also my family card ('Kartu Keluarga' in Indonesian; i don't give really a fuck to what it is called in English). and when i was about to copy it, i realized that they typed my name as NUR STURAYYA AFIFAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me curse the hell out of me, guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO THE FUCK IS NUR STURAYYA AFIFAH, YOU BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my citizen card, in my birth certificate, in my passport, it's all perfect NUR TSURAYYA AFIFAH and this little filthy asshole typed in my family card my middle name instead with STURAYYA. who the hell is that person in my family? like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom has to return that card to the Kelurahan (i don't even bother to translate that institution into English, just because) and being busy as she is (notice my sarcasm here) she should've done it long time ago but she hasn't. the card will be done at least in one week and i don't freaking have time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been through this typo issue A LOT, in my lifetime. the most common mistake is 'Tsuraya' or 'Surayya', or 'Sorayya' (omg this one, i could say 'SOTOY!' to the one who wrote that). once a doctor wrote my name with 'Nur T. Surayya Afifah' just because she found the 'T' in the front of 'S' weird. shaking my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to don't really fuss over this typo because i know &lt;i&gt;humans make mistakes&lt;/i&gt;, until today. i might drop this scholarship thingy, guys, that's how serious this failure takes me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;typo is funny, yes i agree, only in causal way, only in the situation where people don't really give a fuck to it. in government institutions, all documents released out of them are stated as &lt;b&gt;OFFICIAL&lt;/b&gt;. if all people in the government make typo then you can imagine how big chaos will cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sadly, it's the citizens who should pay for the government failures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-7534152168144804769?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/7534152168144804769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2011/09/if-you-cant-type-correctly-dont-work-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/7534152168144804769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/7534152168144804769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2011/09/if-you-cant-type-correctly-dont-work-in.html' title='if you can&apos;t type correctly, don&apos;t work in a government institution. seriously.'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-8798310952591306933</id><published>2011-09-14T19:53:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T06:40:35.397+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>a few things Indonesia has that Korea doesn't.</title><content type='html'>yeah guys, saya akan pergi ke Korea. masalahnya saya gak tau kapan. insya Allah bisa tahun depan atau 2 tahun lagi, kalau gak ya buat ambil S2. saya masih belom bisa ngelupain dunia art, dan mungkin saya bakal berusaha ngambil major ini lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for now let me think what i'll miss when i'm there already. sehebat apapun Korea (well, coughtheyarenoteventhatgreatcough) pasti mereka gak punya sesuatu yang Indonesia punya. apakah itu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;i&gt;postingan ini dibuat semata-mata untuk mengingatkan kamu, Korea freak, bahwa Indonesia masih lebih super dibanding mereka. enjoy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Korea gak punya kucing liar yang jinak.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dari teman-teman orang Korea saya yang pernah ke Indonesia dan makan di Kansas, mereka seneng banget ngeliat kucing-kucing Kansas yang jinak. mereka cerita kalau kucing liar di Korea yang kucing garong, kerjaannya nyolong makanan, ngorek sampah dan nyakar. mereka gak pernah bisa ngelus kucing kecuali peliharaan.&lt;br /&gt;sebagai cat lady jelas ini gak bisa saya terima. bayangin, saya nantinya tinggal di dorm/apartment, gak boleh bawa peliharaan, dan lagi gak bisa ngelus kucing nganggur di jalanan. apa kata dunia?! Jabrik babeeehhhh, i'll be really really missing you :"(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. di Korea gak ada yang naik atap dan jualan tahu sumedang di kereta.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like seriously, commuter line Korea adalah subway dan semua keretanya AC, gimana caranya naik di atapnya? Korean trains are plain &lt;u&gt;boring&lt;/u&gt;. gak ada thrilling scene waktu ngeliat orang-orang turun dari atap pas kereta dari arah lain mau lewat, atau gory scene pas kereta jalan pelan-pelan sedangkan di pinggir rel orang-orang nontonin mayat abis ketabrak kereta. Indonesian commuter line rules!&lt;br /&gt;apalagi saya bakal kangen sama abang-abang yang hobi mondar-mandir dan teriak &lt;i&gt;"kua kua kua..."&lt;/i&gt;. dan abang &lt;i&gt;"hu tahu tahu..."&lt;/i&gt;, abang &lt;i&gt;"lengkengnya lengkengnya limaribu gak pake enamribu..."&lt;/i&gt;, atau abang &lt;i&gt;"sayang anak buku belajar mewarnai gambar limaribu tiga..."&lt;/i&gt;. atau abang-abang baik hati yang bagiin buku atau permen jahe...sebelum dia balik lagi dan nagih duit dari permen yang udah kita makan. tukang jualan terlicik sepanjang masa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. di Korea gak ada cicak.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kalau kamu benci sama cicak, rejoice. di negeri ginseng-yang-bentuknya-kayak-jenglot itu gak ada yang namanya cicak, saya dikasih tau temen-temen saya yang ke Indonesia. mereka waktu itu cerita sempet gak bisa tidur gara-gara ada cicak di dinding kamar. mereka sampe nanya, &lt;i&gt;"itu hewan apa? gimana cara bunuhnya? ada spray-nya gak?"&lt;/i&gt; setidaknya saya bisa berterima kasih sama makhluk ini karenanya saya bisa ngetawain kenorakan orang-orang itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. makanan Korea gak variatif.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kita udah biasa makan Gudeg yang manis, Semur/Opor/Soto yang gurih, Rendang yang pedes nikmat, atau kue Satu yang rasanya ngeprul absurd. i can assure our cuisine's taste totally pawn theirs'. put aside health issue, kita bahas dari soal rasa aja. mulai dari yang simpel, soal Sate. kita punya banyak jenis sate, yang paling familiar adalah Sate Jawa (sate ayam) dan Sate Padang (sate sapi). bahkan soal sate pun mereka gak bisa ngalahin kita. tau kan nikmatnya saus kacang Sate Jawa? kebayang kan nikmatnya kuah Sate Padang? believe me guys, abang sate ayam yang kalian suka keliling kompleks kalian itu lebih jago dibanding tukang sate di pinggir jalan pasar Dongdaemun. belum lagi kalau ngomongin Pempek atau Ayam Goreng Penyet. Mas Roni, i'll be missing your ayam penyet :"(&lt;br /&gt;dan satu lagi: GORENGAN. gak ada deh yang jual tahu goreng, tempe goreng, bakwan, singkong goreng, cireng, pisang goreng hanya dengan 500 sebijinya. gorengan Korea cuma ada sejenis tempura dan sejujurnya gak begitu menarik dibanding abang gorengan yang biasanya saya temui di depan gedung PSJ. GORENGAN RULES!&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: hampir semua orang Korea yang di Indonesia komen kalau makanan Indonesia terlalu asin. maaf ya, tapi makanan lo yang terlalu hambar~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. drama Korea gak ada naganya.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kadang sesuatu yang bagus terus-menerus bisa bikin bosen juga. sama halnya kayak drama Korea. hampir semuanya well-produced dan almost-flawless dalam sisi teknis, gak ada yang bisa kita ketawain. gak ada fail CGI effect atau tali sling yang keliatan, gak ada ibu mertua yang kerjaannya cuma melotot, gak ada tokoh antagonis yang setiap dia ngomong/ngejalanin kejahatan mukanya langsung di-closeup. jadi yuk guys, kita nikmatin aja sinetron Putri yang Tertukar sebelum Indonesia sadar akan kegagalannya dan bikin flawless sinetron, sebelum kita kehilangan hiburan yang sesungguhnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. orang Korea gak bisa bahasa Inggris.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gak bisa lagi bilang "let's get this crap done!" seenaknya tanpa mengundang kerutan dahi atau tanda tanya; karena gak ada yang ngerti kita ngomong apa. dan kebiasaan aneh orang Korea yang mengubah kata asing jadi bahasa Korea, yang hasinya fail berat. contohnya: Facial Treatment adalah 패셜 트릿먼트, bacanya 'phaesyeol theuritmeontheu'. shaking my head. salahkan kurikulum mereka yang cuma punya grammar, listening, writing, reading, tanpa speaking.&lt;br /&gt;senior saya pernah bilang, "cepetan ambil TOEFL sebelom English lo ancur."&lt;br /&gt;yuk mari pake phaesyeol theuritmeontheu sambil tiduran dengerin myujik kenceng-kenceng dari spikheo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yang bisa saya simpulkan sih: jangan pernah lupa sama bangsa sendiri, gak peduli sebangke apapun Indonesia. ada banyak nilai plus dari budaya kita yang hanya milik kita, gak ada bangsa lain yang punya dan &lt;i&gt;ngeklaim&lt;/i&gt; punya. percayalah bahwa kebudayaan kita adalah yang terbaik dari dan hanya untuk bangsa kita.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-8798310952591306933?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/8798310952591306933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2011/09/few-things-indonesia-has-that-korea.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/8798310952591306933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/8798310952591306933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2011/09/few-things-indonesia-has-that-korea.html' title='a few things Indonesia has that Korea doesn&apos;t.'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-1859173958537862842</id><published>2011-08-24T23:42:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T01:38:15.376+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>the hardships of being the oldest child and the only daughter in family.</title><content type='html'>another angst-y post of mine, i am sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after reading this &lt;a href="http://bit.ly/pPqsqm"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; (you don't have to read it, really. it is about someone's opinion about the boy i really like), i took a look back to the past me. how i could survive living in this world practically &lt;i&gt;alone&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was born as the first child in my family, and my brother came to this world 3 years 9 months later. in summary, i am the oldest kid and the only daughter. and it was not easy.&lt;br /&gt;i agree so much if people say that boys can cope with their feelings better than girls. they use their heads more while girls play with their hearts so often. as an unstable teenager i obviously needed a guide, and parents aren't really choices. i needed someone not way too older than me to give me advices or comforts when i needed it. and practically i had &lt;i&gt;no one&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;often times i felt so lost because no one could guide me in the front, and so lonely because no one could embrace me from behind when i was in misery. parents were always there but they weren't to understand me. they were there to give me rules, that was what i thought. they weren't there to comfort me. they and i had an invisible wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as time passed by, i found a lot of friends which are older than me. they gave me advices, comforts. but to be honest they aren't enough. i need the feel of being &lt;i&gt;protected&lt;/i&gt;. i know it isn't always there in all brother-sister relationship, but mostly older brothers will feel protective to their younger sisters. and i want to feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't really pleasant experience to guide myself to be like what i am now. i hardly coped with my feelings but i had to, because no one could help me. i had to be strong by myself because no one could support me if one day i faltered. i had to be more than i had to because i had to provide anything for my brother, just so he wouldn't feel the same like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe this caused my my preference to older guys and i have no intention to date younger ones. i don't really need younger guy because heck, i have one everyday at home and he hasn't done yet. i don't want to be the one who guides because i had enough. i don't want to be the one who always give comforts because i had enough. i don't want to be the one who always gives the best because i barely keep one for myself. i don't want to always appear at my best attire and behavior because i am human and i have rights to have flaws.&lt;br /&gt;i want someone the best for me. to guide me, to comfort me, to support me, to take me for what i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this reminds me of Whitney Houston's 'I Have Nothing'. the lyrics pictures someone who needs the other one but she doesn't want to lose her pride. because pride is the least thing we will give to anyone in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Share my life, take me for what I am&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'll never change all my colors for you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-1859173958537862842?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/1859173958537862842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2011/08/hardships-of-being-oldest-child-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/1859173958537862842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/1859173958537862842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2011/08/hardships-of-being-oldest-child-and.html' title='the hardships of being the oldest child and the only daughter in family.'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-6453445546584323684</id><published>2011-08-23T20:09:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T21:34:01.853+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FRIENDS'/><title type='text'>fenomena 'awewe' dan bertambahnya respek kepada sebuah boyband.</title><content type='html'>bagi orang yang follow Twitter gue mungkin nyadar kalau belakangan ini gue dipusingkan oleh makhluk yang berkode 'awewe'. mohon jangan ditanya dia siapa &lt;s&gt;karena gak penting&lt;/s&gt;, tapi fenomena ini bikin saya sadar akan banyak hal dan membuat saya concern tentang berbagai aspek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;semua masalah dimulai tanggal 16 Agustus, waktu itu gue lagi ngelayat saudara nenek gue. waktu itu gue lagi dipusingin sama 4 orang cowok yang belum ngumpulin tugas translate Munhaksa. FYI, Munhaksa (문학사) artinya 'Sejarah Kesusastraan Korea' yang jadi subject semester depan, bukunya isinya Korea semua dan disuruh translate selama liburan, yang akhirnya dibagi-bagi ke semua anak biar lebih gampang di-translate. deadline pengumpulan 12 Agustus, dan setelah 4 hari masih ada 4 orang yang belom ngumpulin ke gue.&lt;br /&gt;pas lagi nungguin nenek gue, hape gue masuk sms. sms itu dari Awewe (nama disamarkan), dan singkatnya isi sms itu adalah: &lt;span style="color:grey;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;gue ada project BB, gue lagi latihan vokal intensif dan bolak-balik Cibubur-Depok sampe tengah malem. boleh kirim hari jumat gak?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bayangin reaksi gue dong. &lt;b&gt;WHAT BB.&lt;/b&gt; Boyband? Blackberry? Bau Badan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just so you know, Awewe bukan tipe orang yang... loveable. dia lebih ke tipe orang yang bikin lo unconsciously cringe dan merinding sendiri. tau lah, that kind of person. dan maaf, gue gak habis pikir kenapa dia bisa pedenya ikut bikin boyben kalo dia aja gak disukain sama angkatannya. pede oke, tapi ini sih namanya muka tembok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan bayangin aja gimana emosinya gue sebagai first-hand person yang tau fenomena ini. rasanya pengen gue tabok orangnya gara-gara mengesampingkan kewajibannya buat proyek baubadan itu. fcuk, dia ngerepotin gue sebagai ketua dan temen-temen lain yang mau belajar. dan mungkin banyak orang yang gatau, gue paling benci &lt;i&gt;direpotin gara-gara hal yang gak perlu&lt;/i&gt; dan &lt;i&gt;disalahin gara-gara hal yang bukan kesalahan gue&lt;/i&gt;. dan soal si Awewe ini, jelas bukan perkecualian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;revenge is sweet, guys, dan jelas bahan gosip ini gak bisa dilewatin gitu aja. dengan pertanyaan emosi dari anak-anak &lt;i&gt;'apa sih alesannya dia gak ngumpulin?'&lt;/i&gt; dan dari jawaban polos gue &lt;i&gt;'dia sibuk buat debut BB'&lt;/i&gt;, such an uproar was caused successfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never try to mess with me, biatch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sampai akhirnya hari ini gue nemu &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/D-Prince-With-Love-PrinceSS-Prince-Star-Supporter-/155114784557982"&gt;fanpage boyben&lt;/a&gt;-nya. sebenernya gak ada yang salah sama boyben ini (oke ralat, SALAH BANYAK BANGET) kalau aja si Awewe gak terlibat. dan akhirnya, boyben naas ini kena hujatan juga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;[to this boyband's members, i never intended to bash you or humiliate you guys if it wasn't about your newest member. before you bash me back, please tell him first not to mess with me and his classmates. thank you.]&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyokap, sebagai temen gosip sejati gue, gak luput dari sasaran penyiaran berita gue dan ngeliat juga. beliau nanya: "dibanding SM*SH bagusan mana?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hal ini menohok saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sebelumnya gue adalah orang yang netral-cenderung-anti sama boyben yang disebutkan di atas, karena heck, mereka jelas-jelas niru konsep beberapa boyband Korea. namun setelah melihat fenomena si Awewe dan teman-temannya, akhirnya gue bisa lebih menghargai boyben terkenal itu. setidaknya, konsep mereka masih lebih mendingan, muka mereka &lt;b&gt;sangat amat mendingan&lt;/b&gt; (yes, i have to stress that part), dan pergaulan member-membernya sangat mendingan. setidaknya gak 4l4y gitu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gue gak bisa bilang kalo SM*SH boyben terbagus di Indonesia, but i can make sure that they are far better than Awewe's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;satu hal lagi yang jadi concern gue adalah lalainya si Awewe dalam menjalankan tugas ringan kayak gitu. dan mungkin orang-orang udah tau, gue suka sama orang yang bekerja keras.&lt;br /&gt;maaf kalau gue menyimpang sebentar sedikit dari topik, tapi gue mau ngomongin tentang orang-orang yang menginspirasi gue buat berusaha keras untuk belajar. diantaranya adalah Shim Changmin dan Jung Yunho dari TVXQ; mereka dikenal sebagai artis cerdas dan ulet dalam bekerja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;untuk soal akademis, gak ada lagi yang bisa gue jadiin role model selain Changmin. walaupun dia jadi trainee dan ngabisin waktunya dari pagi sampai siang di sekolah, dan lanjut sampai tengah malam buat vocal and dance training, dia selalu ranking 5 besar di sekolahnya dan di cram school. sambil nunggu di waiting room dia sering bawa buku pelajarannya, waktu di Jepang dialah orang yang paling fasih bahasa Jepang karena dia yang paling sering belajar. sekarang dia jadi ambassador buat Konkuk University dan baru-baru ini dapet peringkat #4 Brainy Idol in K-Pop karena prestasi akademisnya dan bobotnya dalam berbicara. in summary, he is not a brainless idol.&lt;br /&gt;kalau soal Yunho, gue sangat amat salut waktu dia masih jadi trainee. FYI, dia tinggal di Gwangju sedangkan dia training di Seoul, dan dia harus bolak-balik karena dia harus sekolah. kalau diumpamain di pulau Jawa, dia setiap hari travel Jakarta-Tegal. dan akhirnya waktu lulus, dia dapet penghargaan sebagai siswa yang gak pernah absen selama 3 tahun. impressive much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yang mau gue tekanin di sini dan cerita gue tentang artis-artis Korea di atas, bahwa mereka tetap sadar akan prioritas mereka dan predikat resmi mereka: &lt;u&gt;pelajar&lt;/u&gt;. mereka tetap menjalankan tugas mereka sebagai pelajar karena mereka sadar bahwa jadi trainee adalah &lt;i&gt;pilihan&lt;/i&gt;, sedangkan jadi pelajar adalah &lt;i&gt;kewajiban&lt;/i&gt;. dan kayaknya hal ini gak ada di dalam pikiran si Awewe. okay, masalah gue dan dia adalah perkara kecil yang harusnya gak usah dibesar-besarin, tapi apa jadinya kalau dari sekarang dia gak dikasih kesadaran? gue gak mau nunggu sampe dia sering bolos ngampus dan ngerepotin temen-temen gue yang unfortunately satu kelompok sama dia nantinya. gue gak mau nunggu sampe dia DO dan malah bikin nama Sastra Korea coreng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buat Awewe (just in case you read this), mudah-mudahan lo cepet sadar dan gak ngulangin kesalahan yang sama nantinya. i don't give a fcuk to your boyband selama mereka gak jadi sumber masalah yang dateng ke gue atau angkatan gue. ingetlah kalau orangtua lo ngelepas lo merantau dari Padang adalah buat jadi mahasiswa Sastra Korea UI, bukan jadi penyanyi boyband. inget aja orangtua lo di kampung, oke?&lt;br /&gt;dan sekali lagi lo ngerepotin gue, jangan harap lo lolos jadi mangsa singa laper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-6453445546584323684?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/6453445546584323684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2011/08/fenomena-awewe-dan-bertambahnya-respek.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/6453445546584323684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/6453445546584323684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2011/08/fenomena-awewe-dan-bertambahnya-respek.html' title='fenomena &apos;awewe&apos; dan bertambahnya respek kepada sebuah boyband.'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-2779867990864069759</id><published>2011-03-25T21:29:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T21:42:42.580+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FRIENDS'/><title type='text'>Sisters</title><content type='html'>pernah gak ketemu sama orang yang kehidupan dan jalan pikirannya mirip sama lo?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gue punya temen, tapi gue nganggep dia sebagai kakak gue sendiri. namanya Ferin. umurnya 2.5 tahun lebih tua dari gue. dan lucunya jalan pikiran gue sering banget mirip sama dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;awalnya kita kenalan lewat Twitter, sebagai sesama penggemar Changmin. trus gak lama kita ketemuan, jalan bareng dan akhirnya deket sampe sekarang. kita jarang ketemuan gara-gara sama-sama sibuk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sering banget kita punya pikiran yang sama, kayak hari ini. gue lagi ngambek sama DBSK tanpa alasan yang jelas makanya gue selingkuh sama CNBlue (nama band) sebentar. dan dia bilang: "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;soalnya kalo boleh jujur, saya juga lagi males sama "mereka" tanpa alesan juga. kok sama gini sih =..=&lt;/span&gt;" gue bilang, jangan2 kita telepati. dan dia bilang, it's because i'm really her sister :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can this kind of relationship be considered 'normal'? gue udah parno kalo ada alasan di luar nalar di balik semua ini, hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-1997085741319794234</id><published>2011-02-25T22:22:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T23:01:57.924+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-reflection'/><title type='text'>What Kind of Person Do You Think I am?</title><content type='html'>this is a kind of self-reflection post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hari ini saya mendapat kabar duka. seorang author fanfic favorit saya, dengan username &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hydraheiress&lt;/span&gt;, telah meninggal dunia.&lt;br /&gt;sekedar bayangan tentang dia, dia dikenal sebagai salah satu penulis berbakat yang ada di fandom saya (read: 'Cassiopeia' dan 'YunJae shippers'), maka dia sangat terkenal.&lt;br /&gt;teman-teman saya mengenal dia sebagai faith-keeper dan talented writer. orang yang sangat hebat sampai dia masih sempat menulis di sela-sela sakitnya dan terapi chemo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hal ini membuat saya berpikir; jika saya meninggal nanti, orang-orang akan mengingat saya sebagai &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;siapa&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;sebenarnya saya yakin saya bakal diingat sebagai 'penggemar DBSK yang suka Changmin dan YunJae shipper' atau 'yaoi fanfic author' hahaha! atau 'jilbab laknat', karena saya gak sealim seharusnya orang berjilbab (atau bisa diedit: saya gak alim sama sekali). atau 'anak yang suka gambar', 'anak yang bikin lemari' (please jangan tanya lemari macam apa yang saya bikin. karena lemari spesial itulah saya terkenal di angkatan saya), atau mungkin 'anak yang gantungan hapenya gajah'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atau bisa jadi lebih buruk lagi dari itu. misalnya 'tukang tidur', 'tukang ngaret', 'anak songong', dan sebagainya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya cerita tentang pikiran saya ini ke teman saya, dan unexpectedly dia malah reply seperti ini:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://twitter.com/nurtsur" target="_blank"&gt;@nurtsur&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; :/  does that really matter? ¬_¬ does it change the fact that you were gone?  ... once you die you are not there anymore ... i mean .... why do think  of what others will think of you when you are not there to witness it  yourself? it is a good think to be known and everything but ... the pain  of losing a friend is not related to what others think of that friend  is by who much it hurts losing that friend .... no matter who you are  ... once you are gone someone will miss you ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;percaya apa gak, saya terharu dengan reply ini. somehow, knowing that someone will definitely miss you is relieving. kadang saya takut ketika saya meninggal nanti, orang-orang akan bahagia dengan kepergian saya dan melupakan saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because when someone's death's being forgotten by everyone, that means he is completely gone from this world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-1997085741319794234?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/1997085741319794234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-kind-of-person-do-you-think-i-am.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/1997085741319794234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/1997085741319794234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-kind-of-person-do-you-think-i-am.html' title='What Kind of Person Do You Think I am?'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-1768398462390472683</id><published>2011-02-03T23:20:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T23:40:05.047+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>this is called 'addicted', mom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"kamu kalau di lagi internetan udah kayak anak autis!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;itu yang nyokap bilang saat gue lagi di depan komputer. gue ngelirik jam di desktop dan menyadari gue udah 5 jam internetan tanpa makan minum buang air.&lt;br /&gt;seolah waktu tersedot dan gue gak menyadari dunia di sekeliling gue yang berubah secara alami. dari terang ke gelap, dari panas ke sejuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sejujurnya gue gak setuju sama statement nyokap tersebut, kalau gue jadi autis cuma pas internetan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dari kecil gue udah dibilang autis sama orang-orang di sekitar gue, saat gue baca buku. iya, gue akuin dari dulu gue kutu buku berat. dan kalau gue lagi baca, gue gak bakal bisa denger dan ngomong apapun, gak bergerak satu inch pun (untungnya gue gak lupa napas -- alhamdulillah otot polos berpihak pada paru-paru).&lt;br /&gt;waktu di SMA gue sering duduk di dalam kelas berjam-jam. bukan belajar atau ngerjain PR, tapi ngegambar. dan ketika gue meluruskan leher gue dari posisi menunduk, gue baru sadar kalo gue udah menghabiskan waktu 3 jam pelajaran.&lt;br /&gt;dan sekarang, gue punya combo maut: baca di internet. nyokap ngeliat seolah gue udah menemukan 'penyebab autis' baru padahal sebenernya ini adalah adiksi lama dalam bentuk baru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gue gak setuju kalau nyokap bilang gue makin autis gara-gara internet. tanpa internet gue gak bakal se-global sekarang, kenalan dengan orang-orang di seluruh dunia tanpa harus keliling dunia. tanpa internet, gue akan tetap jadi kutu buku dan orang yang selamanya berkutat dengan pensil dan kertas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tanpa internet gue mati, atau at least hidup mengenaskan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-1768398462390472683?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-4399138248699629103</id><published>2011-01-15T22:18:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T01:31:33.389+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FRIENDS'/><title type='text'>in This January I Have to Show How Good I Am in Korean, and I Think I Fail Big Times.</title><content type='html'>this time, i'll make a post in Indonesian~&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;(warning: postingan ini penuh dengan kenorakan manusia Korea. feel free to giggle :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pertama-tama, sebelum gue ngomong apapun, gue cuma mau ngucapin HAPPY NEW YEAR!! gue nyadar banget tahun lalu gue cuma ngepost 4 kali padahal gue udah janji mau ngepost lebih banyak =3= tahun ini... gue gak janji deh. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seharusnya sekarang gue lagi liburan, tapi gue dapet kesempatan untuk belajar sama orang Korea yang dateng ke UI selama 3 minggu dalam rangka acara PAS (Pacific Asia Society). woohoo, sounds cool, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tunggu dulu. yang lo pikir gak sekeren itu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hari pertama dan kedua gue kuliah, gue dapet migrain hebat. bayangin aja lo mendengarkan orang Korea ngomong selama 4 jam (yeah, lo tau kan mereka ngomong kayak orang lagi kumur-kumur Listerine) dan lo berusaha ngerti mereka. dan mereka &lt;b&gt;gak bisa bahasa Inggris&lt;/b&gt;. eat that Lingua Franca, Mr. Nazar, it doesn't help me at all. tapi di hari ketiga dan seterusnya migrain mulai hilang dan akhirnya gak sakit sama sekali :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dan akhirnya, tibalah hari jalan-jalan!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hari ini, tepatnya Sabtu, 15 Januari 2011, kita semua janjian di Pusat Studi Jepang (PSJ) karena mereka tinggal di sana. pas gue lagi jalan menuju PSJ, dari belakang temen gue, Lolli, manggil gue. dia bilang, dia mau ngajak anak-anak Korea ke Margo City, mall paling hip di Depok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anak UI belom bisa dibilang anak UI kalo belom ngegaul di Margo atau Detos kan? filosofi Lolli ngajak mereka ke sana emang keren deh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bukan, alasannya bukan itu. tapi karena katanya di Margo lagi ada pameran batik. baiklah, gue setuju aja. di sana gue ketemu dengan temen Korea satu kelompok gue, Yurim dan Sukyeong eonni*, juga orang-orang lain seperti Aini, Yaya, Ami, Tia, dan Lulu. dari situ kelompok gue dan kelompok Lolli memutuskan untuk pergi ke Margo. dan dari situ banyak pertanyaan yang dilontarkan mereka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(tulisan dengan Italic berarti terjemahan bahasa Korea, karena gue tau gak ada yang bakal ngerti kalo gue pake tulisan aslinya. baik kan gue? :P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jiehye: &lt;i&gt;pake celana ini gapapa?&lt;/i&gt; (note: dia pake celana di atas lutut sedikit)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gue: &lt;i&gt;gapapa kok.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jiehye: &lt;i&gt;kalo lebih pendek lagi gimana? hotpants?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aini: &lt;i&gt;karena kalian orang asing jadi dimaklumi. kalo orang Indonesia sih dianggep aneh.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yurim: &lt;i&gt;udahlah pake itu aja.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jiehye: &lt;i&gt;aaaah gak enak, kurang pendek...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dan akhirnya si Jiehye make celana itu juga dan gak ganti (ergh, ngapain lo tadi pake ngeluh segala?) dan kami pun mulai jalan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sukyeong: &lt;i&gt;Lolli, kita ke Margo City gimana?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lolli: &lt;i&gt;kita jalan kaki, gapapa?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yurim: &lt;i&gt;berapa lama?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lolli: &lt;i&gt;kira-kira 20 menit lah.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sukyeong: &lt;i&gt;gapapa deh.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;karena kami mau jalan kaki, maka 2 orang cowok datang menemani, yaitu Jinwoo dan Jaehoon oppa**. kami jalan lewat gedung IX dan jalan belakang rektorat, dan mereka mulai bertanya-tanya tentang pohon besar di rektorat (yang baru ditanam ulang itu lho) dan pohon palem yang gak ada di Korea. terus kami lewat FKM, dan mereka amazed dengan &lt;b&gt;pohon pisang&lt;/b&gt;. kami lewat gang senggol dan ngelewatin rel kereta. waktu itu kereta ekonomi mau lewat dan mereka terkejut dengan &lt;b&gt;orang yang duduk di atas kereta&lt;/b&gt;. setelah lewat Detos dan naik jembatan penyebrangan (dan sambil nungguin mereka yang asik foto-foto di jembatan penyebrangan dan luar Margo), kami akhirnya nyampe. di sana kami memutuskan untuk membagi diri jadi 3 grup. dan gue jalan bareng Yurim, Sukyeong, Jaehoon, Aini, dan Ami.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gue bertiga sebagai tour guide yang baik langsung mengarahkan mereka ke pameran batik, dan gue menyuruh Jaehoon buat liat-liat baju batik cowok. eh dia malah bilang, "&lt;i&gt;ini bukan style gue.&lt;/i&gt;" ergh, belagu banget lu bang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;setelah puas gerecokin penjual-penjual di pameran batik, kami naik ke lantai atas dan masuk Centro. di sana mereka recok banget dengan Converse yang katanya murah. kedatangan mereka selalu diliatin orang dan anak-anak ABG la bile langsung bisik-bisik, "tuh ajakin ngomong, lu kan bisa bahasa cina!" ih udah niat SKSD, sotoy pula. -___-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;selama keliling, mereka bilang kalo mereka mau nyari &lt;b&gt;kaos Polo&lt;/b&gt;, karena di Korea harganya mahal. itungannya, di sana harganya sama dengan harga disini ditambahin nol-nya satu. setelah setengah jalan berkeliling, kami mampir ke counter HopHop dan kami semua ditraktir Jaehoon~ (yeah, kali ini gue yang norak hahaha). dan kami keliling-keliling lagi sampe akhirnya ketemu sama Yaya, Tia, Lulu, Jiehye, Yuna, dan eonni-yang-gue-lupa-namanya [disingkat: EYGLN] (미안해 언니 ㅠㅠ) dan kami memutuskan untuk pergi ke Detos karena masih belom nemu Polo yang asik buat mereka. tim tour guide (read: anak-anak Saskor) memutuskan untuk naik shuttle bus Margo. mereka langsung komentar "&lt;i&gt;keren! wonderful!&lt;/i&gt;" dan berfoto-foto ria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/TTHbvbYGbpI/AAAAAAAAAOI/9ds2SCtYzis/s1600/iy0d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/TTHbvbYGbpI/AAAAAAAAAOI/9ds2SCtYzis/s400/iy0d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562468622628449938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(dari kiri: gue, Aini, Jaehoon, Yaya, Yuna, Yurim)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;mohon maaf, gaya peace ini adalah best pose di Korea. harap maklum.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;setelah menyebrang dan blablabla, kami mampir di Matahari Detos dan mengunjungi counter Polo yang &lt;s&gt;kurang&lt;/s&gt; beruntung. di sana lagi ada diskon 50% dan hal itu bagaikan surga bagi makhluk-makhluk Korea tersebut. langsung hedon lah. dan lucunya, Jaehoon beli kaos buat ayah dan ibunya dengan warna yang sama, biar kayak couple shirt! awwww so sweet :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;setelah meninggalkan counter tersebut (yang langsung berantakan dan dikerubungi oleh para SPG untuk berberes), kami melewati stand aksesoris dan mereka langsung tertarik sama &lt;b&gt;gelang benang yang harganya 10ribu 3 biji. &lt;/b&gt;setelah heboh (lagi), Yuna, Jaehoon dan Jiehye beli masing-masing 9, dan hasil perjuangan tawar-menawar gue, Ami, dan Yaya, akhirnya si penjual menyerah dan memberikan harga 30ribu untuk 10 biji. 3 makhluk itu pun langsung berterima kasih yang sebesar-besarnya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;karena udah jam 5 sore, kami semua memutuskan untuk makan malam. kami ke food court lantai atas dan semua anak Saskor ditraktir sebagai rasa terima kasih mereka udah ditemenin jalan-jalan (iya, gue sangat senang). mereka kekeuh mau makan steak sapi karena katanya daging sapi di Korea mahal dan cuma ada di restoran yang sophisticated. kasian ya :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/TTHgL8AMciI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Z_NX1UkOxf0/s1600/2l2ir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/TTHgL8AMciI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Z_NX1UkOxf0/s400/2l2ir.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562473510469399074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(dari kiri: gue, Ami, Sukyeong, Surim, EYGLN, Yuna, Lulu, Tia, Aini. minus Yaya, Jaehoon, dan Jiehye)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;selesai makan, kami main ke Hypermart dan liat-liat buah. yup, mereka belum pernah liat &lt;b&gt;belimbing, jeruk kepruk (yang buat dijus itu), buah naga, dll. &lt;/b&gt;dan seperti biasa, mereka foto-foto dan kali ini dengan buah. setelah menclok di tempat cemilan curah (dan nyolong-nyolong nyicip), kami muter-muter lagi dan gue menemukan Cimory yang lagi sale dari harga normal 6250 jadi 2250, dan gue langsung borong (dan tentu saja, bakal diganti uangnya sama nyokap di rumah). begitu liat gue yang kalap, mereka langsung penasaran dan ikut beli juga. mereka ternyata suka yang rasa apel :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kami memutuskan pulang dan naik tangga dari basement. karena eskalator udah mati, kami naikin aja. kami terus naik eskalator tanpa sadar kalo eskalatornya jalan turun. diketawain sama orang sekitar, kami memutuskan naik tangga yang benar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;karena hujan dan udah malem, kami akhirnya naik &lt;b&gt;angkot&lt;/b&gt; dan tentu saja, mereka excited bukan main. kami turun di kober dan selesailah tour hari ini!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;despite of kenorakan mereka, hari ini sangatlah menyenangkan. satu hal penting yang gue dapat amanatnya dari acara ini: gue cuma keluar duit 4 ribu hari ini, buat ongkos angkot pulang-pergi :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;btw, kalo gue nulis daftar hal-hal di Indonesia yang diherankan oleh orang Korea, bakal ada yang baca gak?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dictionary:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*: panggilan ke cewek yang lebih tua (buat cewek)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**: panggilan ke cowok yang lebih tua (buat cewek)&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/9082001529692297369-4399138248699629103?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/4399138248699629103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2011/01/in-this-january-i-have-to-show-how-good.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/4399138248699629103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/4399138248699629103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2011/01/in-this-january-i-have-to-show-how-good.html' title='in This January I Have to Show How Good I Am in Korean, and I Think I Fail Big Times.'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/TTHbvbYGbpI/AAAAAAAAAOI/9ds2SCtYzis/s72-c/iy0d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-672400228472005005</id><published>2010-08-23T15:40:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T16:19:09.715+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love life'/><title type='text'>This Lovesick Girl is Getting Worse, Readers. I've Warned You.</title><content type='html'>hi everyone. meet me again.&lt;div&gt;yeah, i know. what kind of lame intro it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you sense lazyness and unexcitement in my speaking (or in this case, writing) tone, i'm so sorry. because actually, i really am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just want college subjects to start soon, without some activities for freshmen (you know what i mean here).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want to study. sounds weird?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, enough. let's move to another topic, shall we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on &lt;b&gt;August 21st, 2010 at 10:11:27 PM&lt;/b&gt;, i got a message from unknown number. unfortunately i opened it at 3AM in the morning, along with a message from my sister. my sister asked me about my message earlier. but the other one from that unknown person was kinda suspicious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Fi, guest who i am..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;did i just say 'suspicious'? scratch that, it was creepy. the number began with 0431, while any normal phone number i know would begin with either 021 or 081/085-blablabla. i (obviously) gave up with his/her quiz, so i replied the text:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;"I give up. who's this? :( your phone number is strange"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that anonymous person replied me back on &lt;b&gt;August 22nd, 2010 at 05:08:46&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Hahaha! of course, this is Esia, area code 0431. this is from Manado. now guess who!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i froze.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;'it's him. it's him. it's really him! his number!!'&lt;/i&gt; my brain went incoherent when it received the shocking fact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as a girl who's well-known with her calm attitude, i replied him calmly (as it might sound. he didn't know that i rolled on bed nonstop after i read his message):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;"Your name begins with T, ends with N! i'll save your number :)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then our conversation began. we talked about our college activities and i said that i was kinda tired. he said to encourage me (but the effect was he slapping me mentally. thank you, hun, you're the one who can do that to me):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Just enjoy it, Fi... i want to study in UI but i didn't get accepted! haha"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he slapped me, man. he slapped me. as always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's why i really like him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do you know how thankful i felt when he texted me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i once texted him: &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;"if you change your phone number, text me right away!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; he didn't replied my message at that time, but then he really did. he really informed me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do you know how grateful i was?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks for reading this crappy update, readers. see you again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;thanks for sending me the message, T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-672400228472005005?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/672400228472005005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-lovesick-girl-is-getting-worse.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/672400228472005005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/672400228472005005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-lovesick-girl-is-getting-worse.html' title='This Lovesick Girl is Getting Worse, Readers. I&apos;ve Warned You.'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-1532390466654356560</id><published>2010-05-31T23:47:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T00:28:42.842+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disturbia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>Blabber from A Retarded</title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anybody wanna ask me why i haven't updated my blog for so long? oh, no one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, i'll answer my own question then. the reason is really simple: i forget my blog password.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i deserve some slaps from you all 'kay, go for it now. but it really happened. i was opening my Facebook profile lazily when i eyed a link, my blog link. i thought of opening it but i stopped because i forgot the password, even forgot what email i use for this blog! but yeah finally i found out after being online on PC and here i am, come and blabber like a mad retarded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for those who requested me to do something: will i be forgiven, if i say, i'm a tad &lt;i&gt;lazy&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;uh, don't kill me now, i'll surely do it but not now. only God knows when.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no, don't kill me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have to say that i'm working on some stories. the topic is... don't ask. just don't. i just want you to know so i can use it as my reason of not updating blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh, just want you to know that i've been in a very-long holiday since last april, and i'll be having my college life in august. boring? a bit. but i enjoy myself to the fullest because i don't have to think about exams, math, physics, chemistry, biology, and their cronies. what i will think about is indonesian, english, and korean. freaking yes, i got accepted to enroll &lt;i&gt;Culture and Language of Korea in University of Indonesia&lt;/i&gt;. some people (old ones, to be precise) are underestimate my major. but so what, it's my life anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my dad was disappointed because my granddad wished his children or grandchildren can master either one of 3 languages: english, chinese, japanese. i don't want to be harsh, but heck, why didn't you follow your own dad's wish? why me? do you only have me? you also have my brother, don't start this double-standards because i won't let it happen from the first place. i tried anyway, to learn chinese, but for God's sake, even seeing those strokes of the characters makes me sick. the tones of voice is just the same case. i'm just not fond of it and yeah, i already gave up for so long. it's beyond impossible for me to go back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and for english... you can see here that my english is rusty and trash-like. ergh, i don't know how to face my granddad in Heaven (if i be able to enter it) with this kinda ability but i'll show him what he didn't know in his previous life: Korean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm sure he forgot to mention the 4th language before he passed away. (OK, joking)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*reread my writing*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;uh, what the hell did i type? i think it's time for me to spread my craziness over my ongoing story, not here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bye!&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/9082001529692297369-1532390466654356560?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/1532390466654356560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2010/05/blabber-from-retarded.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/1532390466654356560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/1532390466654356560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2010/05/blabber-from-retarded.html' title='Blabber from A Retarded'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-6727780023075520426</id><published>2010-03-10T17:56:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T19:26:24.120+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crush'/><title type='text'>Laid-back Lady</title><content type='html'>fellas! haha it's been a while since the last time i made a post here. yeah you know what kinda lazyass i am :D and then i really should to take hiatus from this 'world'.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;although i've ever said 'hiatus', i've never been taking an act for that 'hiatus' mode these days, i mean i still open my Twitter, my LJ, my Facebook, my Tumblr, and so on. maybe those are indications that i'll never take that mode hahahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you all know that the last tryout is over. and i just realized, the closer national exam's day, the more laid-back i am. i used to be like: "OMG it's just 2 months ahead! omg omg omg..." but now: "oh, it's two weeks later? how fast." and that's all. and my action gets my friends' nerves. they're like: "Fi, come on, don't be that laid-back..." they try to get me back on track. well, thanks dearies, i'm still trying...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on those tryout days, especially the last one, i somehow felt so happy. i was in 8th room for the test but in recess i came to 7th one, to chat with my best friend. and when i was there, 'someone' passed the hall &amp;amp; he used to eye into the class. when his eyes met me, he smiled and waved his hands to me (what a sweet scene, isn't it?) so that's why i loved to spend my recess time there. that was a lovely time, you know what kinda feeling it is, seeing your crush smiling sweetly to you and waved his hands only for you? beyond imagination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my plans for next two days: studying Social subjects. oh God, i've never been touching Economy subject and that's a hard thing. really have to study, or else i'll fail my university test. nightmare indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks for today! really love to talk &amp;amp; rant many things here :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-6727780023075520426?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/6727780023075520426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2010/03/laid-back-lady.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/6727780023075520426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/6727780023075520426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2010/03/laid-back-lady.html' title='Laid-back Lady'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-591223494154875226</id><published>2010-01-25T19:00:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T19:37:55.605+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FRIENDS'/><title type='text'>Comeback Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;hi everyone! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;don't be mad at me, cos i indeed forgot that i have a Blogger account, lol. a friend of mine, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Faye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, just asked me and her friends on Twitter: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(138, 138, 138); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;guys do you have blogger? i link you. thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;" and then i realized, "oh yeah, i DO have Blogger account!" what a massive failure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 16px; font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;how've you been doing, guys? me doing... really bad. you know: flu + slight fever + final examination try out tests + heavy rain all days = &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;HORRIBLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. i used 100+ tissue sheets and had a blocknose. and yeah, i really did bad at those tests but (fortunately) passed the minimum scores :P and to make it worse i have to attend extra classes every Tuesday, Wednesday, and Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;i feel like vomiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;once my 'big sister' (yeah i know i don't have any since i'm the oldest kid, but let me call her that way) said: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;be patient my lil sis, it's just months ahead and everything will be over...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;" and hell yeah she's right. i have to endure all these pains and just move forward. i really have no idea how my future will be but at least, i try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;yes, another pessimistic post it is. and at the end i cheer myself up to not falling again. now you know how random i am (and seems like i've never been normal in my whole life hahaha).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;anyway thanks to my friends that have linked this 'cursed' page :P i hope you guys don't regret what you've done, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/9082001529692297369-591223494154875226?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/591223494154875226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2010/01/comeback-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/591223494154875226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/591223494154875226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2010/01/comeback-post.html' title='Comeback Post'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-651798411824231629</id><published>2009-12-07T14:04:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T14:38:38.088+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disturbia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my sketch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>Random Me</title><content type='html'>long time no see, fellas! do you miss me? hahaha i know you'll shout "HELL NO!!!" but ok then :D so what have i been doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i've been so crazy these days and will be MORE. oh gosh, someone please drive me sane when those exams make me so insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. another random thing: i've made 4 accounts on different blog websites : Blogger, &lt;a href="http://zwolftenaugust.livejournal.com/"&gt;LiveJournal&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://zwolftenaugust.wordpress.com/"&gt;Wordpress&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://zwolftenaugust.tumblr.com/"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/a&gt;. see? but it's just for fun, and i wanna compare which one is more user-friendly for me :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. recently i love tweeting with my new friends from some countries. you know, girls talk hahaha. they're from Japan, Singapore, Malaysia, Australia, US, Rumania (oh well, she's far enough from here!), Brunei Darussalam, and Philippines. it's kinda funny when we chat together on Twitter &amp;amp; so scary when we're cursing someone ahahaha. and we usually active at night that we seem like nocturnal animals or else :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. too bad that i can't get my dad's permission to sign in an intensive course for FSRD. lalalala i felt like crying, cursing, yelling at him at that time but what can i do. just let him do what he wants to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. i miss having a 'Sushi Time' with Aldhin and Gina :( yo guys, we should go after this crap things end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saying goodbye isn't always bad, but i can't lose the awkward feeling when saying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sayonara! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-651798411824231629?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/651798411824231629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/12/random-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/651798411824231629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/651798411824231629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/12/random-me.html' title='Random Me'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-7439646960265005118</id><published>2009-11-19T18:51:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T18:51:39.059+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Semi-Hiatus</title><content type='html'>well, hello there. it's been a long time since the last time i posted something here. as you know that i have to face a lotta exams at the last grade in my senior year, so i decided to take a semi-hiatus mode. i'll try to post anything good here if i have time in my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-7439646960265005118?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/7439646960265005118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/11/semi-hiatus_19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/7439646960265005118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/7439646960265005118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/11/semi-hiatus_19.html' title='Semi-Hiatus'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-2479731609378829806</id><published>2009-11-08T17:29:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T17:47:16.376+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hobby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sightseeing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>iPersonic Personality Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/Svagr_Ew79I/AAAAAAAAAMY/B4tyCM4NaSg/s1600-h/ScreenShot003+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/Svagr_Ew79I/AAAAAAAAAMY/B4tyCM4NaSg/s400/ScreenShot003+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401681480603725778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/SvagrZqifAI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/lnhYAgXkyVk/s1600-h/ScreenShot004+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/SvagrZqifAI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/lnhYAgXkyVk/s400/ScreenShot004+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401681470561614850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/SvagrN7jfkI/AAAAAAAAAMI/WND72OyQhN4/s1600-h/ScreenShot005+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/SvagrN7jfkI/AAAAAAAAAMI/WND72OyQhN4/s400/ScreenShot005+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401681467411758658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, thanks to &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Ferinda&lt;/span&gt; for sharing this website :) so, i opened ipersonic.com, took the personality test, and got the result. what do you guys think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-2479731609378829806?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/2479731609378829806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/11/ipersonic-personality-test.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/2479731609378829806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/2479731609378829806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/11/ipersonic-personality-test.html' title='iPersonic Personality Test'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/Svagr_Ew79I/AAAAAAAAAMY/B4tyCM4NaSg/s72-c/ScreenShot003+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-4630397044780893754</id><published>2009-11-05T11:03:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T11:39:45.626+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TVXQ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>To All TVXQ Fans Out There</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/SvJUcg0qheI/AAAAAAAAAL4/f7o44OlSp_c/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/SvJUcg0qheI/AAAAAAAAAL4/f7o44OlSp_c/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400471751994541538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've followed news about TVXQ from any newsfeeds for last 3 days and i got a shocking fact: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TVXQ fans are splitted&lt;/span&gt;. as you know that recently this group is devided into two: JaeChunSu and HoMin. all rumors out there make the situation become more and more chaotic. statements and news appeared one by one, and as the climax, HoMin's 'statement' appeared a few days ago and SM Entertainment made the last request to JaeChunSu to get back to SM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rumors, news, statements are confusing and make fans in a bad situation. frankly said, now they are splitted into two groups: JaeChunSu's side and MinHo's side. they make their own statements and debating about who's wrong and who's right, instead of giving their full supports to all 5 TVXQ members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my opinion, it's way too pathetic, insulting each other doesn't make the situation even clearer. how can TVXQ be the one as usual if their fans are splitted and devided?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think about it, please, to all TVXQ fans out there. don't you think it's someone's plan to make us in chaos? open your eyes, who will be the winner if we are devided and TVXQ get disband? do you really want the worst scenario happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not too late for us to reunite, as usual. we can keep the faith like we used to. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;we are one, TVXQ is one, forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-4630397044780893754?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/4630397044780893754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-tvxq-fans-out-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/4630397044780893754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/4630397044780893754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-tvxq-fans-out-there.html' title='To All TVXQ Fans Out There'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/SvJUcg0qheI/AAAAAAAAAL4/f7o44OlSp_c/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-3219711239277335542</id><published>2009-10-22T20:16:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T20:25:42.449+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>So Long, Belek</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/SuBbZt8bnGI/AAAAAAAAALw/4S5__WCA-kM/s1600-h/32464945.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/SuBbZt8bnGI/AAAAAAAAALw/4S5__WCA-kM/s400/32464945.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395412850977774690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See you again in the next life! :')&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/9082001529692297369-3219711239277335542?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/3219711239277335542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-long-belek.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/3219711239277335542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/3219711239277335542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-long-belek.html' title='So Long, Belek'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/SuBbZt8bnGI/AAAAAAAAALw/4S5__WCA-kM/s72-c/32464945.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-1503396333482512845</id><published>2009-10-20T19:27:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T19:54:40.433+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hobby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my sketch'/><title type='text'>Nothing Special</title><content type='html'>guten Abend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've made a Deviantart account, and i'm still 'katro' hahaha. umm nothing important or special there, just my sketchs hehe. here is the link if you want to see what the amateur made ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://zwolftenaugust.deviantart.com/"&gt;http://zwolftenaugust.deviantart.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-1503396333482512845?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/1503396333482512845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/10/nothing-special.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/1503396333482512845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/1503396333482512845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/10/nothing-special.html' title='Nothing Special'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-1903184116571486759</id><published>2009-10-16T10:02:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T10:18:46.711+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category 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Chonun Afi imnida, ottoshimnikka?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a couple hours ago i got a shocking news. a friend of mine passed away this morning. i don't get the complete news but what i know from my friends is: he's dead in his sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this news makes me think for a while about what i've done in this life. unfortunately, i realized that i'm not a good girl, who will definitely go to the worst destination: &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;hell&lt;/span&gt;. i'm not ready, oh God. i know that i'm a silly girl, stubborn, immature, and i'm not ready to face the next step of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may God give me enough time to learn and fix all my mistakes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-1903184116571486759?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/1903184116571486759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-not-ready.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/1903184116571486759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/1903184116571486759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-not-ready.html' title='I&apos;m Not Ready'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-7770974098252913069</id><published>2009-10-14T14:56:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T18:57:40.033+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crush'/><title type='text'>Guess Who!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/StWGUh4cYKI/AAAAAAAAALo/YCAPYP-xVxM/s1600-h/lovescm0601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/StWGUh4cYKI/AAAAAAAAALo/YCAPYP-xVxM/s400/lovescm0601.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392363816096653474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hey, it's not &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Afgan&lt;/span&gt;'s picture, but they're so similar, just like a twin!!!&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/9082001529692297369-7770974098252913069?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/7770974098252913069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/10/guess-who.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/7770974098252913069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/7770974098252913069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/10/guess-who.html' title='Guess Who!'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/StWGUh4cYKI/AAAAAAAAALo/YCAPYP-xVxM/s72-c/lovescm0601.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-5236795990702483769</id><published>2009-10-12T16:49:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T19:04:25.452+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>5 Advantages of Using Veil</title><content type='html'>annyong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a long time since the last time i posted something on my blog. yeah, i'm lack of time recently. as you know, having &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;midterm tests&lt;/span&gt; is like a hell on earth. thank God i pass my Deutsch and History tests, but i expect nothing to my Math test, i deserve to get 30 or below since i couldn't solved any problems as much as i should. geez i can't imagine my mom's face if she get all of my scores from my school via text message. should i 'harakiri' now? me wanna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/StMEHWgFVCI/AAAAAAAAALY/FeAWCizZZqA/s1600-h/jilbab-lukis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/StMEHWgFVCI/AAAAAAAAALY/FeAWCizZZqA/s400/jilbab-lukis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391657703238358050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just forget about the effing tests. here now i want to share my experience of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;using veil&lt;/span&gt;. as you know, i've used it for about 2 years and i can get some advantages from it. no talking about my religion theory, it's just a-girl-who-uses-veil's thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;1. no more bad hair day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, since nobody can see your hair, so nobody knows if you have a bad hair day or not. it's an advantage, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;2. healthier hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our hair covered by veil, means that it's protected from the sunshine and pollution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;3. you can trick the teacher!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got this trick from my veil-user friend. when you got bored while attending a boring teacher's class and you need some musics to entertain you, just put your headset on inside your veil! simple, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;4. no 'criminal' face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by using veil, you will have no 'criminal' face automatically. seriously, it happens to me. everybody outside there think that veil-users are innocent. so, if you're a criminal, you'd better use a veil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;5. save the best for the last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm it's a bit serious, but yeah it is. i wanna save the best in me for the last man: my future husband. all the best part of my body, especially my hair and my skin, is only for him. so sweet, eh? and this is the way i love myself and the person i love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, enough writing, i haven't studied chemistry. hope you enjoy this post, see you soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-5236795990702483769?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/5236795990702483769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/10/5-advantages-of-using-veil.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/5236795990702483769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/5236795990702483769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/10/5-advantages-of-using-veil.html' title='5 Advantages of Using Veil'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/StMEHWgFVCI/AAAAAAAAALY/FeAWCizZZqA/s72-c/jilbab-lukis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-7894238001639899285</id><published>2009-10-08T16:13:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T16:17:27.830+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;"I've decided that the face I see today reflected in the mirror, is something I won't be ashamed of in the future."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;(Shim Chang Min, singer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-7894238001639899285?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/7894238001639899285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/10/quotes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/7894238001639899285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/7894238001639899285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/10/quotes.html' title='Quotes'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-3876473279480205844</id><published>2009-09-29T09:27:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T18:45:37.398+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>Good Bye, My Love</title><content type='html'>just quick update. i'm not in the mood, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadness is lingering in the atmosphere today. my mini tiny kitty named Fiat, died in a motorbike accident in this early morning. do you know who's the murderer? my own DAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now you know why i throw myself into the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may God give him a fair punishment, amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-3876473279480205844?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/3876473279480205844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/09/good-bye-my-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/3876473279480205844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/3876473279480205844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/09/good-bye-my-love.html' title='Good Bye, My Love'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-6505225152299472196</id><published>2009-09-14T20:49:00.006+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T21:25:30.816+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hobby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FRIENDS'/><title type='text'>Hey The Dearest</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i got this from &lt;a href="http://aldhinmatters.wordpress.com/"&gt;Aldhin&lt;/a&gt;. have fun with it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Template:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear (the last person who text messaged you),&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don’t really know how to tell you this, but (1). I think I realized it (2) (3) and I saw you (4) (5). I’m sure you’re (6) enough to understand (7). I’m returning (8) to you, but I’ll keep (9) as a memory. You should also know that I (10) (11).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(12),&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(your name)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.What’s the color of your shirt?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue – Our romance is over&lt;br /&gt;Red – Our affair is over&lt;br /&gt;White – I’ll join the monastery&lt;br /&gt;Black – I dislike you&lt;br /&gt;Green – Our horoscope doesn’t match&lt;br /&gt;Grey – You’re a pervert&lt;br /&gt;Yellow – I’m selling myself&lt;br /&gt;Pink – Your nostrils are insulting&lt;br /&gt;Brown – The mafia wants you&lt;br /&gt;No shirt – You’re a loser&lt;br /&gt;Other – I’m in love with your sister&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Which is your birth month?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January – That night&lt;br /&gt;February – Last year&lt;br /&gt;March – When your dwarf bit me&lt;br /&gt;April – When I tripped on sesame seeds&lt;br /&gt;May – First of May&lt;br /&gt;June – When you put cuffs on me&lt;br /&gt;July – When I threw up&lt;br /&gt;August – When I saw the shrunken head&lt;br /&gt;September – When we skinny dipped&lt;br /&gt;October – When I quoted Santa&lt;br /&gt;November – When your dog ran amok&lt;br /&gt;December – When I changed tennis shoes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Which food do you prefer?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tacos – In your apartment&lt;br /&gt;Pizza – In your camping car&lt;br /&gt;Pasta – Outside of Chicago&lt;br /&gt;Hamburgers – Under the bus&lt;br /&gt;Salad – As you ate enchiladas&lt;br /&gt;Chicken – In your closet&lt;br /&gt;Kabob – With Paris Hilton&lt;br /&gt;Fish – In women’s clothing&lt;br /&gt;Sandwiches – At the Hare Krishna graduation&lt;br /&gt;Lasagna – At the mental hospital&lt;br /&gt;Hot dog – Under a state of trance&lt;br /&gt;None of the above – With George Bush and his wife&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. What’s the color of your socks?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow – Hit on&lt;br /&gt;Red – Insult&lt;br /&gt;Black – Ignore&lt;br /&gt;Blue – Knock out&lt;br /&gt;Purple – Pour syrup on&lt;br /&gt;White – Carve your initials into&lt;br /&gt;Grey – Sit on&lt;br /&gt;Brown – Put leeches on&lt;br /&gt;Orange – Castrate&lt;br /&gt;Pink – Pull the toupee off&lt;br /&gt;Barefoot – Pull the clothes off&lt;br /&gt;Other – Drive out&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. What’s the color of your underwear?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black – My best friend&lt;br /&gt;Pink – My father&lt;br /&gt;Grey – Bill Clinton&lt;br /&gt;Brown – My fart balloon&lt;br /&gt;Purple – My mustard soufflé&lt;br /&gt;Red – Donald Duck&lt;br /&gt;Blue – My avocado plant&lt;br /&gt;Yellow – My penpal in Ghana&lt;br /&gt;Orange – My Kid Rock-collection&lt;br /&gt;White – Manchester United’s goalkeeper&lt;br /&gt;None – My John F. Kennedy statue&lt;br /&gt;Other – The crazy monk&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. What do you prefer to watch on TV?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrubs – Man&lt;br /&gt;O.C. – Emotional&lt;br /&gt;One Tree Hill – Open&lt;br /&gt;Heroes – Frostbitten&lt;br /&gt;Lost – High&lt;br /&gt;House – Scarred&lt;br /&gt;Simpsons – Cowardly&lt;br /&gt;The news – Mongolic&lt;br /&gt;Idol – Masochistic&lt;br /&gt;Family Guy – Senile&lt;br /&gt;Top Model – Middle-class&lt;br /&gt;None of the above – Ashamed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Your mood right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy – How awful I’ve felt&lt;br /&gt;Sad – How boring you are&lt;br /&gt;Angry – That your pimples are at the last stage&lt;br /&gt;Bored – That Santa doesn’t exist&lt;br /&gt;Depressed – That we’re cousins&lt;br /&gt;Excited – That there is no solution to this.&lt;br /&gt;Nervous – The middle-east&lt;br /&gt;Worried – That your Honda sucks&lt;br /&gt;Apathetic – That I did a sex-change&lt;br /&gt;Ashamed – That I’m allergic to your hamster&lt;br /&gt;Cuddly – That I get turned on by garbage men&lt;br /&gt;Overjoyous – That I’m open&lt;br /&gt;Other – That Extreme Home Makeover sucks&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. What’s the color of your walls in your bedroom?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White – Your ring&lt;br /&gt;Yellow – Your love letters&lt;br /&gt;Red – Your Darth Vader-poster&lt;br /&gt;Black – Your tame stone&lt;br /&gt;Blue – The couch cushions&lt;br /&gt;Green – The pictures from LA&lt;br /&gt;Orange – Your false teeth&lt;br /&gt;Brown – Your contact book&lt;br /&gt;Grey – Our matching snoopy-bibs&lt;br /&gt;Purple – Your old lottery coupons&lt;br /&gt;Pink – The cut toenails&lt;br /&gt;Other – Your memories from the military service&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. The first letter of your first name?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A/B – Your photo&lt;br /&gt;C/D – The oil stocks&lt;br /&gt;E/F – Your neighbour Martin&lt;br /&gt;G/H – My virginity&lt;br /&gt;I/J – Your mom&lt;br /&gt;K/L – Your left ear&lt;br /&gt;M/N – Your suicide note&lt;br /&gt;O/P – My common sense&lt;br /&gt;Q/R – The results of your blood sample&lt;br /&gt;S/T – Your collection of butterflies&lt;br /&gt;U/V – Your criminal record&lt;br /&gt;W/X – David’s tricot outfits&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z – Your grades from college&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. The last letter in your last name?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A/B – Always will remember&lt;br /&gt;C/D – Never will forget&lt;br /&gt;E/F – Always wanted to break&lt;br /&gt;G/H – Never openly mocked&lt;br /&gt;I/J – Always have felt dirty before&lt;br /&gt;K/L – Will tell the authorities about&lt;br /&gt;M/N – Told in my confession today about&lt;br /&gt;O/P – Was interviewed by the Times about&lt;br /&gt;Q/R – Told my psychiatrist about&lt;br /&gt;S/T – Get sick when I think of&lt;br /&gt;U/V – Always will try to forget&lt;br /&gt;W/X – Am better off without&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z – Never liked&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. What do you prefer to drink?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water- Our friendship&lt;br /&gt;Beer – Senility&lt;br /&gt;Soft drink – A new life as a clone&lt;br /&gt;Soda – The incarnation as an eskimo&lt;br /&gt;Milk – The apartment building&lt;br /&gt;Wine – Cocaine abuse&lt;br /&gt;Cider – A passionate interest for mice&lt;br /&gt;Juice – Oprah Winfrey imitations&lt;br /&gt;Mineral water – Embarrassing rash&lt;br /&gt;Hot chocolate – Eggplant-fetishism&lt;br /&gt;Whisky – To ruin the second world war&lt;br /&gt;Other – To hate the Boston Celtics&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. To which country would you prefer to go on a vacation?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thailand – Warm regards&lt;br /&gt;USA – Greetings to your frog Leonard&lt;br /&gt;England – Good luck on your short-term leave from jail&lt;br /&gt;Spain – Go and drown yourself&lt;br /&gt;China – Disgusting regards&lt;br /&gt;Germany – With ease&lt;br /&gt;Japan – Go burn&lt;br /&gt;Greece – Your everlasting enemy&lt;br /&gt;Australia – Best regards&lt;br /&gt;Egypt – Fk off now&lt;br /&gt;France – In pain&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Dear Aldhin,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don’t really know how to tell you this, but I’m in love with your sister. I think I realized it when I saw the shrunken head in your camping car and I saw you pull the clothes off my Kid Rock-collection. I’m sure you’re frostbitten enough to understand that Santa doesn’t exist. I’m returning the pictures from LA to you, but I’ll keep your suicide note as a memory. You should also know that I always will remember embarrassing rash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Go burn,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tsurayya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-6505225152299472196?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/6505225152299472196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/09/hey-dearest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/6505225152299472196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/6505225152299472196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/09/hey-dearest.html' title='Hey The Dearest'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-7264895746788760918</id><published>2009-09-03T21:01:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T22:06:09.085+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>just quick updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. akhirnya PC saya sehat kembali setelah mengalami pergantian 'nyawa'. kenapa ganti nyawa? karena harddisk-nya rusak, ganti baru. dan bagi saya, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;harddisk = nyawa&lt;/span&gt;. saya berasa pake PC orang lain, gak ada lagi chemistry antara saya dengan PC saya (buset udah kaya pacaran). dan ini bikin saya depresi :''(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. akhirnya &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Tia&lt;/span&gt;, temen sebangku saya, masuk sekolah setelah seminggu sakit gondongan. saya gak bisa ceritain gimana senengnya saya saat tempat duduk sebelah saya akhirnya terisi lagi :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. saya akhirnya punya kakak juga hahaha. bukan, bukan kakak kandung, tapi orang yang saya anggap &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;'kakak'&lt;/span&gt;. awalnya saya (dan orang-orang sekitar) mengira saya 'suka' dia, tapi setelah pemikiran cukup panjang akhirnya saya menyadari bahwa dia lebih kayak 'kakak' dibanding sebagai 'cowok' saya.&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmm absurd memang, tapi satu hal bisa saya rasakan dari dia adalah: DEWASA. umur saya cuma beda beberapa hari sama dia (clue #1) tapi dia jauh lebih dewasa. saya masih sangat labil, selama 17 tahun saya hidup hanya mengikuti arus, sampai akhirnya saya ketemu dia tahun lalu (clue #2) dan sedikit 'membimbing' saya (secara sadar atau gak) untuk meraih mimpi saya.&lt;br /&gt;oke, temanya mulai berat. sebagai anak sulung saya selalu berharap punya kakak cowok, dan sepertinya Allah mendengar doa saya :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. saya terjebak antara orangtua dan kata hati. saya ingin menyenangkan hati mereka tanpa meninggalkan apa yang saya suka, dan ternyata sangatlah susah saudara-saudara. mereka menganggap Astronomi ITB adalah jurusan berprospek kurang cerah (susah cari kerja, kurang terkenal, blablabla), maka saya cari jurusan lain. saya mau DKV, FSRD ITB. lagi-lagi saya ditentang (walaupun gak separah Astronomi). ibu saya masih menganggap sekolah yang paling cocok buat saya adalah STIS (Sekolah Tinggi Ilmu Statistik) padahal dia tau saya gak minat sama sekali. saya jelasin kalau &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;saya gak mau ninggalin skill menggambar saya.&lt;/span&gt; ibu speechless, dan berhenti berdebat. saya gak tau apa arti 'diem'-nya itu, mudah-mudahan beliau merestui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sekarang saya belajar 3 subjek secara otodidak: bahasa jepang, bahasa korea, dan menggambar. saya gak punya cukup uangdan waktu buat les 3 subjek itu, makanya saya memutuskan otodidak. wish for my luck, guys. thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-7264895746788760918?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/7264895746788760918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/09/life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/7264895746788760918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/7264895746788760918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/09/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(saking despretnya saya, kemarin saya jongkok di depan CPU dan BACA AYAT KURSI. kali aja CPU-nya kesambet, tapi ternyata gak ngaruh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-2013753604634679628?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/2013753604634679628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/08/sos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/2013753604634679628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/2013753604634679628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/08/sos.html' title='S.O.S.'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-8509508509944838311</id><published>2009-08-23T15:57:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T16:06:19.567+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/SpEGBid_elI/AAAAAAAAALQ/eMerBZb4ME8/s1600-h/ramadhan-uy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/SpEGBid_elI/AAAAAAAAALQ/eMerBZb4ME8/s400/ramadhan-uy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373082453931948626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is the 2nd day of Ramadhan. yesterday was so fine, and i hope so for other days. how about yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-8509508509944838311?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/8509508509944838311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/8509508509944838311'/><link rel='self' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new look'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>Purple Line: let me set up my world</title><content type='html'>konnichiwa gozaimasu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sekedar basa-basi, saya mengganti nama blog saya menjadi Purple Line seperti yang bisa anda lihat sekarang. dan tagline-nya, Let Me Set Up My World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;butuh 2 jam bagi saya untuk bisa bikin layout kayak gini doang. kenapa? karena saya gaptek parah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brainstorming nama Purple Line dan tagline-nya gak makan waktu berhari-hari, karena saya ambil dari judul lagu, tagline-nya dari lirik lagunya. nyontek? gak juga. anggap aja 'terinspirasi'. dan kenapa harus 'purple'? karena saya suka warna ungu :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya nyari template warna ungu dengan susah payah, kira-kira 1 jam lamanya. gak susah-susah banget sih sebenarnya, ada banyak banget malah, tapi nyari yang simpel susahnya setengah 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setelah membagi soal dengan cara dioper ke belakang:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: "bu, soalnya LEBAY bu!"&lt;br /&gt;Guru bio: "?"&lt;br /&gt;A: "eh maksud saya, soalnya kelebihan bu..." (malu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didengar oleh seluruh siswa XII IPA B &amp; IPA D yang langsung lupa kalau mereka sedang ulangan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-2291208306612562906?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/2291208306612562906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/08/temanku-yang-terlalu-jujur.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/2291208306612562906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/2291208306612562906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/08/temanku-yang-terlalu-jujur.html' title='Temanku yang (terlalu) Jujur'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-2258837007535289760</id><published>2009-08-17T22:37:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T22:37:39.016+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disease'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>autislexia</title><content type='html'>from 2 different words: autism and dyslexia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have both of those diseases, but in a small portion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it doesn't mean i'm abnormal. i'm the same Afi with a small confession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a personality that a little bit unstable, but it's much better now. sometimes i look so mature but sometimes i'm so childish. sometimes i can't decide what expression i had to put in some events in my daily life. do i have to smile, mad, cry, or laugh? and i used to be over-reacted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was hard for me to spell some words correctly. i often write FELL instead of FEEL. that's a small example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i always try to do my best, to prove that i'm so normal. i love my life, i love the track i have to follow, and i love God who created me to be like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-2258837007535289760?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/2258837007535289760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/08/autislexia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/2258837007535289760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/2258837007535289760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/08/autislexia.html' title='autislexia'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-6566730546402838237</id><published>2009-08-13T04:06:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T15:36:15.322+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FRIENDS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>12. August, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TERIMA KASIH UNTUK UCAPAN SELAMAT, BAIK LEWAT FACEBOOK, TWITTER, SMS, DAN (SECARA) VERBAL, PADA TANGGAL 12 AGUSTUS DAN HARI-HARI SESUDAHNYA!!! SAYA SANGAT BERSYUKUR BISA BERKENALAN DENGAN KALIAN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dan makasih untuk &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Pariyem&lt;/span&gt; yang terus menteror saya selama setahun ini &amp;amp; gak ngucapin apapun sampai detik ini. ternyata kita emang sebatas hubungan kerja aja, tanpa hubungan pribadi yang lebih. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we're colleagues, but we're not friends. that's the point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-6566730546402838237?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/6566730546402838237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/08/12-august-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/6566730546402838237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/6566730546402838237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/08/12-august-2009.html' title='12. August, 2009'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-4406619096973877703</id><published>2009-08-10T21:02:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T21:38:22.360+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>August Wishlists</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;1. LULUS SEMUA FORMATIF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ah ah ah, semua siswa SMA Negeri 8 Jakarta ingin hal ini tercapai kan? titik didih, titik beku, dan titik keoptimisan saya menurun drastis semenjak saya mengerjakan ulangan kimia tadi siang. apalagi saya bener-bener bengong sama luas daerah di bawah kurva, volume benda putar, &amp;amp; tetek bengek lainnya sampe saya bengek beneran. rasanya kayak ngomong, &lt;i&gt;I believe I can fly.....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;2. PEMBERANTASAN SELURUH MOOD-WRECKER DI MUKA BUMI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ini penting sekali, saudara-saudara. saya merasa koloni kutu berjenis MW ini mulai menunjukkan taringnya walaupun secara sporadis. andaikan kutu MW ini bisa dibasmi dengan fogging atau insektisida konvensional, niscaya saya bakal bawa-bawa Baygon kemana-mana. atau dengan cara orang purba: dibakar? hmmm saya gak selera ngebayangin Mood-Wrecker Panggang atau Mood-Wrecker BBQ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;3. OTAK PINTAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saya butuh pinjaman otak seseorang dalam waktu maksimal setahun ke depan. otak M. Pandu Raharja yang notabene diterima di MIT itu, mungkin? ada yang tau nomer hape Pandu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;4. SEMANGAT BELAJAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;entah kenapa kalau saya nyentuh buku pelajaran bawaannya ngantuuuuk melulu. kayak anak yang ngantuk kalau megang Alquran gitu, penyakitnya sama. apa saya nyari cowok dulu ya biar semangat belajar? eh jangan deh, gebetan aja deh gebetan, biar saya &amp;amp; cowok saya sama-sama enak :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;5. KURSUS BAHASA KOREA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nah lo gak nyambung. selain les bahasa inggris, bahasa jepang, &amp;amp; bahasa jerman, saya juga pengen bahasa ini. bukan, bukan karena 'hal yang saya gandrungi saat ini' (baca: DBSK-ing), tapi dari dulu saya emang pengen belajar. yaaah salah satunya gara-gara DBSK juga sihh ya -&gt; freak abis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;6. A WONDERFUL DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saya berharap, pada tanggal 12 Agustus adalah hari yang paling diberkahi oleh Allah &amp;amp; hari yang paling disenangi oleh orang-orang di seluruh dunia. entah karena harga minyak dunia didiskon 70%, atau SMA 8 banjir mendadak, atau hujan duit di daerah Tebet...... yeah, I pray for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;banyak yang nanya, "fi, ntar bakal traktir-traktir gak?" jawabannya adalah: &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;usul ditampung, tapi belum tentu terkabul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; huahahaha bercanda kok, beneran saya pertimbangkan. tapi gak tau dimana. hmmm kayaknya saya bakal milih yang tipe buffet aja deh biar hemat :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;duh, saya udah dimarahin orang serumah nih gara-gara make PC tanpa keperluan mendesak. good night, oyasuminasai :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-4406619096973877703?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/4406619096973877703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/08/august-wishlists.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/4406619096973877703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/4406619096973877703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/08/august-wishlists.html' title='August Wishlists'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-389318588281434676</id><published>2009-08-05T20:18:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T20:18:31.558+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disease'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>How Come?</title><content type='html'>because of this eating-disorder, the more i have my meal, the more my weight lost. how come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought my willing-to-eat is back (it's true, though), but i have lost my weight for about 3kgs in only 5 days. fantastic, eh? i don't think so. my body is getting weaker and weaker, i daydream more than i used to, and my mind is all blank. what i wanna do is sleep, sleep, and sleep for more. that's all. it's kinda chaotic for a 12th-grader that has to face the exam week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh God, may You save me in my birth-month. amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-389318588281434676?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/389318588281434676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-come.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/389318588281434676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='sightseeing'/><title type='text'>My Crush</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/SnVF2HKzbkI/AAAAAAAAAKc/tlqfE8NGeks/s1600-h/Shim95Chang95Min95-200903290958552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/SnVF2HKzbkI/AAAAAAAAAKc/tlqfE8NGeks/s400/Shim95Chang95Min95-200903290958552.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365271327021428290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;percayakah anda bahwa Choi Kang Chang Min baru berumur 21 tahun?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-3722112305671340073?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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cuma kurang tidur. dan biasanya, mau ada gempa kek, tsunami menyerang Tebet kek, gak ada yg bisa ngerem nafsu makan saya. tapi ini kok ilang sendiri ya? kalau ada yg punya hipotesis tentang penyakit saya ini, let me know ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, saya memang kurang tidur. berawal ketika hari jumat pulang sekolah, saya main ke rumah Tia, temen saya. di sana saya nonton Banjun Drama (drama pendek, biasanya di theater atau bioskop) DBSK. ya, saya lagi tergila2 sama boyband dari Korea satu ini, apalagi sama Chang Min. bagi yg gak tau DBSK apaan, kasian deh. yg gak tau Chang Min, inilah ciri-cirinya: mukanya paling imut &amp; gak chinese, badannya paling tinggi (190cm), suaranya juga paling tinggi, umurnya juga paling muda (baru 21 tahun! beda 4 tahun sama saya!). saya jatuh cinta sama muka imutnya yg lucu banget. kalo nanti nge-post dari PC, saya pajang deh fotonya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehm. balik ke topik.&lt;br /&gt;karena saya baru nonton dramanya (yg sumpah, ceritanya goblok &amp; kocak banget. boyband tercacat yg pernah saya liat), saya memutuskan untuk mendownload-nya di youtube. saya memilih tengah malam aja, jam 1an, biar cepet streaming-nya. dan begonya, saya baru tidur jam setengah 11 malam. jadi, berapa lama saya tidur? ya benar, hanya 2.5 jam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;padahal paginya saya BTA, dan roti yg saya makan rasanya sangat susah saya telan. di kelas saya berkali2 ketiduran, waktu istirahat saya pake buat tidur. sampe saya ditegur pembimbing kelas saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dia: kamu gak istirahat?&lt;br /&gt;saya: oh, gak kak (*baru melek)&lt;br /&gt;dia: kenapa?&lt;br /&gt;saya: ngantuk&lt;br /&gt;dia: lah emang tadi malem abis ngapain?&lt;br /&gt;saya: abis download film&lt;br /&gt;dia: korea ya?&lt;br /&gt;saya: hehe kakak tau aja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, kak yayuning hebat sekali. sepertinya dia bisa baca pikiran saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sepulang BTA, saya makan sambil nonton DBSK (lagi). anehnya, saya cuma ambil 2sdm nasi, sayur juga sedikit. itu pun saya sampe mual makannya, kayak abis makan 2 bakul nasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malamnya, saya mulai tepar. badan lemes, cuma bisa guling2an di kamar. kebetulan di sebelah tempat tidur saya ada tempat tidur tambahan. jadilah saya gelinding2 di kamar buat ngambil apa2, mau ngambil hape, ngambil headset, gak bisa bangun dari tempat tidur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan puncaknya, pagi ini, saya 'dapet'. hmm lengkap sudah. saya gak tau deh hari ini saya masih bertahan hidup apa gak. wish me luck..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-2805264769093955590?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/2805264769093955590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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saya udah bilang 'sibuk', berarti saya melakukannya dengan terpaksa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ada banyak kategori dalam pekerjaan di dunia saya. ada golongan 'hobby', golongan 'tugas', dan ada golongan 'setan'. golongan terakhir adalah pekerjaan yang seharusnya bukan 'tugas' saya, tapi harus saya kerjakan dan itu bukan 'hobby' saya. jelaslah bahwa pekerjaan itu bakal saya kutuk seperti setan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya ikut organisasi yang bernama Pepaya Merah Ranum (disamarkan). awalnya saya senang ikut organisasi ini, bahkan saya bisa menjabat sebagai waka intern. namun, setelah saya kelas 3, setelah seharusnya saya fokus ke pelajaran, saya masiiiih aja ngerjain urusan tetek-bengek. saya pengen teriak kayak "WOI GUE UDAH KELAS TIGA MASIH NGERJAIN KAYAK GINIAN KALO GUE GAK MASUK ASTRONOMI ITB GARA GARA GINIAN GUE BACOK LO SEMUA", tapi gak mungkin lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ketua saya, Pariyem (disamarkan), agak menteror saya. lagi belajar, di-sms, disuruh ini itu. di rumah, di telepon, disuruh telepon si ini si itu. pas istirahat, saat saya 'rapat harian' (yang menjadi 'hobby' saya saat ini), ditelepon disuruh rapat beneran. come ooon Pariyem, suruh anak lain aja kenapa seeech?! it's so fine unless i'm a 12th grader!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh ini udah annoying banget deh, kalau saya bisa keluar dari Pepaya Merah saya keluar deh sekarang juga. NS juga gak papa. yang penting gak diteror si Pariyem lagi. neror orang lain napa?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apa dia emang gak bisa neror 'sampah'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: postingan kali ini isinya angkara murka semua, maaf ya. saya lagi stres parah. saya benci sama pekerjaan saya di Pepaya Merah Ranum. bagi anda yang tidak ikut organisasi atau tidak diteror oleh ketua sendiri, syukurilah, belajarlah yang rajin biar masuk jurusan yang terbaik :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-2683431380324094311?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/2683431380324094311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/07/call-of-duty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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term='minds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>Inspiring Place: DoubleU-C</title><content type='html'>okay, double-U and C, a.k.a. toilet, is an inspiring place for me. i know it sounds silly, but it's true. every brilliant thoughts of me (ehem), was coming from that holy place. now i know why God created human as a creature which needs a ROOM to take away waste matter from its body. yeah, as you know, we're not like cats or dogs. we need that room, which can make us feel relaxed. sounds weird, but it is relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this night, i just made a poem (or song lyrics). the inspiration was coming from... yeah you know that. my mind was enlightened easily hahahaha. i know you will say "eewww" or whatever, but i think toilet is the best invention on earth. yeah!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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sedang sakit flu, dan pada hari Senin saya membandel makan eskrim. suatu tindakan bunuh diri, memang. dan akhirnya virus-virus flu menggerogoti hidung serta tenggorokan saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puncak dari neraka tersebut adalah hari ini. paginya saya masih sehat, walaupun tenggorokan saya gatalnya luar biasa. saat istirahat pertama, saya mengunjungi sahabat saya Aldhin, dan kami bercanda, tertawa sampai rahang terlepas. sejak saat itulah tenggorokan saya mogok dan mengering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya gagu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sangat sulit bagi saya untuk berbicara dengan kenyaringan dan aksen yang biasa. suara yang dikeluarkan dari perut (baca: sekuat tenaga) hanya jadi semacam bisikan. tertawa tak bisa, teriak apalagi. media di mana saya bisa jadi diri sendiri, menjadi orang 'talkative' lagi, adalah di sini. di dunia tulisan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jujur, saya sangat tersiksa dengan keadaan ini. saya suka bicara, saya suka tertawa, dan saya suka berteriak. namun, hanya berbisik lah yang mampu saya lakukan sekarang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"kita tidak akan mengerti seseorang sampai akhirnya kita menjadi seperti orang itu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya akhirnya mengerti arti kalimat di atas. i used to not understand how people-who-cannot-talk's life was. saya sering membatin ketika bertemu dengan orang tunawicara yang mencolek-colek orang di sekitarnya dan berusaha mengobrol dengan orang itu secara VERBAL. "ya udahlah, lo kan gak bisa ngomong, ya ditulis aja yang mau lo omongin di kertas. lo berusaha ngobrol juga percuma," batin saya waktu itu dengan kejamnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sekarang giliran saya yang 'menikmati' semua itu, bahkan apa yang selama ini saya batinkan ketika bertemu dengan tunawicara, diucap LANGSUNG ke saya. "udah deh lo fi, gak usah ngomong lagi," kata supir teman saya. oh ya, ini jelas karma, dan saya pasrah saja. saya hanya bisa berdoa, semoga tenggorokan cepat pulih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesson i learned:&lt;br /&gt;no matter what, do not ever underestimate someone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-1438740224945564393?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/1438740224945564393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/07/silence_5718.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/1438740224945564393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/1438740224945564393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/07/silence_5718.html' title='Silence'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-573966710375396325</id><published>2009-07-15T16:33:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T17:20:14.147+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FRIENDS'/><title type='text'>That's What Friends are For</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/Sl2rXSJQ9nI/AAAAAAAAAKU/PejJJMGkqng/s1600-h/769-a-way-to-stay-friends-forever.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;haaaaaaaaah akhirnya orang rumah pada pergi dan saya bisa menguasai PC di rumah! hohohohoho (ketawa sombong).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;first of all, bagaimana dengan kelas baru anda? asik, ngebetein, apa garing? hmmm sejujurnya, kelas saya termasuk dalam kategori ketiga, ya maklumlah baru 3 hari masuk gitu, belum adaptasi. tapi mudah-mudahan bisa jadi teman suka dan duka dalam 1 tahun ini, amin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sebenernya saya sedih, karena saya dan teman-teman saya dipecah belah secara sadis. bayangin aja, aldhin di ipa C, saya di ipa D, hardy di ipa E, gina di ipa F, **** di ipa G (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;nama disamarkan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;yaaa gak perlu disamarin sih, tapi saya gak terima dianggep se-gang sama dia. cuma sering ngobrol kok, seriuuus -&gt; ngotot&lt;/span&gt;), torik di ipa H. kurang sadistis apa coba?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;huhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhu. aku kangen keseharian kita, kawan-kawan.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt; saat lagi ngerjain tugas (yang hampir selalu mengandalkan Hardy)&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;saat gosip bareng dengan formasi 2-2 atau 2-1-2 (apaan tuh?)&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;saat ngeledek ****&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;membuat ########### untuk **** (huahahahaha ayo tebak apaan)&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;saat nge-sushi bareng&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;saat cabut olahraga bareng&lt;/span&gt;, wah gak sanggup deh disebutin satu-satu.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:-webkit-monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;私のあこがれを!!&lt;/span&gt; (I MISS YOU!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;apakah ini sudah saatnya kita menyanyikan lagu Sepanjang Jalan Kenangan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tidak, kawanku. kita masih punya waktu kurang dari setahun untuk menyanyikannya. atau kita memang &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;tidak akan&lt;/span&gt; menyanyikannya :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;Keep smilin', keep shinin'&lt;br /&gt;Knowin' you can always count on me, for sure&lt;br /&gt;That's what friends are for&lt;br /&gt;For good times and bad times&lt;br /&gt;I'll be on your side forever more&lt;br /&gt;That's what friends are for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;That's What Friends are For - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingvendors.com/music/lyrics/d/dionne-warwick/" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Dionne Warwick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 16px;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 16px;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:7;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 16px;font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/Sl2rXSJQ9nI/AAAAAAAAAKU/PejJJMGkqng/s1600-h/769-a-way-to-stay-friends-forever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/Sl2rXSJQ9nI/AAAAAAAAAKU/PejJJMGkqng/s400/769-a-way-to-stay-friends-forever.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358627548136797810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/9082001529692297369-573966710375396325?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/573966710375396325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/07/thats-what-friends-are-for.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/573966710375396325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/573966710375396325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/07/thats-what-friends-are-for.html' title='That&apos;s What Friends are For'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/Sl2rXSJQ9nI/AAAAAAAAAKU/PejJJMGkqng/s72-c/769-a-way-to-stay-friends-forever.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-7191480198774631566</id><published>2009-07-12T18:25:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T18:25:18.646+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disease'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>A Brand-New Phobia</title><content type='html'>Have you ever heard about a girl who has a phobia of message alert?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever she hear her cellphone ring, especially for message alert, her heart will beat faster. She'll be scared, her body'll shiver. She'll feel awful. And those are because of message alert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true. I'm scared of message alert recently. Maybe my brain's broken or something, or i'm just getting insane! Oh i have no idea. It's ridiculous, super silly, but i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm what's the remedy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: don't worry if you have to text me, it's ok. It's therapy, right? I don't enjoy this silly disease, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-7191480198774631566?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/7191480198774631566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/07/brand-new-phobia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/7191480198774631566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/7191480198774631566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/07/brand-new-phobia.html' title='A Brand-New Phobia'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-6733655828354442017</id><published>2009-07-12T14:40:00.012+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T15:33:06.731+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hobby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>The Last Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/SlmdtIMPSuI/AAAAAAAAAKM/LKVF3Otq_Hw/s1600-h/10+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tadi di Facebook saya ada wall post dari teman saya, Gina. dia bilang dia gak bisa ngepost komen di blog saya. benarkah? maka saya coba komen di blog saya sendiri. bisa tuh, Gin. mungkin browser lo lagi eror kali ya, atau mungkin anda belum beruntung hehe.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sisa hidup saya (pada waktu libur) saya habiskan dengan santai. yaaa gak santai juga lah ya. masih aja ada yang sms saya suruh nelepon si ini nelepon si itu padahal udah tau saya lagi di Sukabumi. haduh manusia-manusia itu. dan sampe sekarang saya belom telepon orang-orang tersebut. ssstt jangan bilang siapa-siapa ya, ntar mereka ngamuk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saya baca ramalan zodiak di suatu majalah, katanya bulan ini saya bakal sibuk karena saya jadi orang yang diandalkan. waduh. sekali lagi, makasih ya yang udah mengandalkan saya dalam proyek tersebut. tapi sekali lagi saya tekankan, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;BUKANKAH INI LIBURAN?&lt;/span&gt; cuma ada dua hal yang bikin saya kesel dari proyek itu. 1.) dikerjain lagi liburan, 2.) saya, yang udah mau kelas 3, masih ngerjain tetek bengek kayak gini. helloooooo, I-need-a-proper-holiday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lama-lama bisa tumbuh uban di kepala saya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmmmmm, ganti topik.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;baru-baru ini saya ngulang baca &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Naruto&lt;/span&gt; dari awal (yang saya punya), dan lagi-lagi saya harus menangis terharu saat membaca jilid 43. ya, saya udah ngepost tentang jilid 43 kayaknya. dan fakta-fakta yang ada di dalamnya begitu megejutkan sekaligus mengharukan, saudara-saudara. inilah sepenggal kenyataan yang ada di jilid tersebut:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/SlmbCZ53i-I/AAAAAAAAAJU/xx0apCowGC8/s1600-h/07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/SlmbCZ53i-I/AAAAAAAAAJU/xx0apCowGC8/s400/07.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357483697349561314" style="display: block; 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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;(dibaca dari kanan ke kiri)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mungkin ada yang gak ngerti karena gak pernah baca Naruto, tapi ini sedikit mengharukan kan? si adik yang begitu ingin membunuh kakaknya, ternyata kakaknya begitu menyayanginya, bahkan gak bisa ngebunuh adiknya. padahal dia bisa ngebunuh ayahnya, ibunya, pacarnya, temen-temennya, tapi gak bisa ngebunuh adiknya!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sungguh gambaran hubungan persaudaraan yang luar biasa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-6733655828354442017?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/6733655828354442017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/07/last-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/6733655828354442017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/6733655828354442017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/07/last-day.html' title='The Last Day'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/SlmbCZ53i-I/AAAAAAAAAJU/xx0apCowGC8/s72-c/07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-4566468151475443274</id><published>2009-07-10T01:24:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T01:24:39.835+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hobby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>Wishlist</title><content type='html'>hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;berhubung ini adalah bulan Juli dan sebentar lagi bulan Agustus, maka saya membuat sebuah wishlist. gak ada alasan khusus sih, kali aja bisa menjadi inspirasi untuk anda (?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(urutan di bawah sama sekali gak penting, saya suka semuanya, LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. VOUCHER BELANJA BOOKSTORE&lt;br /&gt;kalau saya dikasih ini, saya bisa gila mendadak. semua cewek suka belanja kan? saya (sebagai cewek) juga suka belanja, tapi saya lebih milih buku. toko buku gak pernah mempermasalahkan seberapa gendut saya :D mereka jauh lebih baik daripada toko baju merk2 terkenal yg sizenya sadis :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. ACER ASPIRE TIMELINE&lt;br /&gt;berhubung saya ngepost pake hape maka saya tak bisa menampilkan gambarnya. saya tergoda oleh daya tahan baterainya yang bisa sampai 8 JAM!! apalagi katanya dia adalah laptop yang nyaris sempurna. wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3, iPOD TOUCH&lt;br /&gt;oh iTouch yg sexy... karena Torik dan Aldhin udah punya, saya jadi kepingin juga huhuhuhu. tinggal tunggu aja malaikat Mikaeel (Jackson) menghampiri saya dan memberikan rejeki lebih pada saya, amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. OBAT ANTI-PHOBIA&lt;br /&gt;ya, ini ngekhayal banget, kayaknya gak mungkin ada obat kayak gitu. but who knows? saya harus menyembuhkan phobia saya terhadap IKAN. ya, saya takut ikan. sebenernya yg saya takutkan adalah KEPALA IKAN (makanya saya bisa makan sushi :D), tapi gak mungkin kan ada ikan segar yang berenang tanpa kepala?! maka kegiatan yg paling saya takuti adalah MEMANCING dan MENGURAS AKUARIUM, titik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. MENTAHNYA :)&lt;br /&gt;yg ini gak usah dijelasin lagi, semua juga suka hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sebenernya masih banyak yg lain yg lebih murah dari yg di atas, contohnya: komik yg belum saya punya, baju, sepatu, dompet, bahkan boneka atau sarung tinju juga saya terima (?). intinya sih ya: apapun hadiahnya saya terima. saya masih kayak anak kecil kok, seneng sama kado apapun, yg penting kado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jadi, jangan lupa hunting kado dari sekarang ya hehehehe :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-4566468151475443274?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/4566468151475443274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/07/wishlist.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/4566468151475443274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/4566468151475443274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/07/wishlist.html' title='Wishlist'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-109144954021353656</id><published>2009-07-05T16:36:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T03:33:57.714+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hobby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Suka.Bumi</title><content type='html'>just quick update from my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm in SUKABUMI, west java!! i live in a nice cottage, fresh air, and village atmosphere. oh shoot, I HEART THIS PLACE! you must try to stay here in your holiday hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, i will join outbond activities. i will do rafting! woo-hoo!! i've been waiting for that moment, y'know, and now it's just before my eyes! if you were me, you would understand how excited i am, even that place is just near Pelabuhan Ratu, 30km-ish from here. see how tough the journey will be. but it's ok and i'm ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stories and photos will be in the next post. see ya~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choo choo waw waw&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-109144954021353656?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/109144954021353656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/07/sukabumi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/109144954021353656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/109144954021353656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/07/sukabumi.html' title='Suka.Bumi'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-2457041040913796545</id><published>2009-06-28T18:30:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T19:42:47.110+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hobby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>merasa ada yang salah dengan judul postingan ini? saya juga. biasa lah, sering gak tau mau nge-post apa, tapi kangen ngetik-ngetik gak jelas. jadi.... begitulah (halah maksudnya apa toh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, gimana nilai raport anda? pastinya naik kelas lah yaa hehe. halaman yang saya liat pas pertama kali terima raport adalah lembar terakhir. kalau intinya NAIK KELAS ya udah. yang penting bertahan hidup dulu, rengking mah belakangan.&lt;br /&gt;sebelum saya pegang map raport saya, Bu Ferry wali (kelas saya) bilang ke nyokap, "wah bu, Nur yang kurang nilai kimianya nih." saya udah jiper duluan, apalagi sebelum saya maju, ada Bella (yang disanjung-sanjung -&gt; kayaknya) dan Ceasario (yang diberi wejangan oleh Bu Ferry). saya ngedenger bu Ferry ngomong waktu Ceasario maju, "aduh bu, saya udah kerja keras ini --"  waduh. serem. tapi ternyata setelah nyokap 'curcol' ke Bu Ferry, gak jadi dimarahin deh. amaaaann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hari ini saya pergi agak jauhan, ke Pasar Rebo. bukan, saya bukan ada urusan dagang disana, tapi jenguk orang sakit, temennya bokap. katanya sih (dan emang beneran) abis dioperasi pasang 'sesuatu-untuk-melebarkan-pembuluh-jantung-tapi-saya-lupa-namanya', jadi intinya dia sakit jantung dan untuk membantu metabolisme jantung dipasang alat tersebut, bukan pasang susuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan sebagai anak yang mengidap penyakit 'merasakan-penyakit-seseorang-yang-sedang-menceritakan-penyakitnya' (nah lo ribet kan), saya langsung darah rendah ngedenger gimana 'alat tersebut' bekerja. gak lucu kan kalo yang sakit lagi asik-asik cerita penyakitnya, sementara saya lagi keringat dingin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abis itu saya mampir ke Tamini Square. sejujurnya, begitu ngeliat gedungnya aja saya langsung teringat Fahdiana. dan ternyata gaul juga ya Tamini, ada Timezone (?). tapi ada satu yang saya gak terima, masa di Tamini21 Angels and Demons baru COMING SOON?! ah gak up-to-date nih bioskopnya.&lt;br /&gt;setelah menghabiskan 1 mangkok Bakso Pukul, saya main di Timezone. sekarang udah pake E-Ticket, tapi jadi gak asik. kalo kita dapet skor tinggi dan dapet tiket banyak, tiketnya gak ngalir keluar, cuma kecatet di kartu kita. jadi gak bisa pamer gitu deh -___- tolong kembalikan sistem tiket di Timezone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aduh macet ide lagi nih. ketahuilah bahwa saya mengetik postingan ini hampir 1 jam, dan hasilnya hanyalah postingan kacang ini.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-2457041040913796545?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/2457041040913796545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/2457041040913796545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/2457041040913796545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-6448631006573556830</id><published>2009-06-24T18:38:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T19:08:03.498+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hobby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Rayuan Maut Sang Dokter Kulit</title><content type='html'>hari ini saya ke puskesmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayaya pasti ada yang ketawa membaca kalimat "saya ke puskesmas" di atas. tapi puskesmasnya bagus kok, puskesmas percontohan se-Indonesia. yaah namanya juga puskesmas Tebet (?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jadi,saya ke puskesmas karena kulit saya dalam mode 'Gepunkte'. atau dalam bahasa orang awam disebut polkadot (baca: bentol-bentol). tentu saja ini tak dapat dibiarkan. kata ibu saya, saya jadi kayak orang budukan (thx mom for saying that). jadilah saya pergi ke dokter spesialis kulit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya datang jam 8 pagi, dan saya dapat antrian nomor 3. tapi lewat setengah jam kok gak nongol-nongol mbak-mbak-yang-suka-teriak-manggil-pasien itu. ternyata dari gosip-gosip tetangga tempat duduk saya, si ibu-ibu itu ngomong, "iya tuh, biasanya dokternya dateng jam 9." oh, mantap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;setelah tiba giliran saya, saya masuk. hal yang pertama saya rasakan adalah: ruangannya dingin banget. serius. saya liat AC-nya lumayan gede. ya kira-kira 3/4 PK lah. pantes aja, di luar hawa neraka, di dalam kayak freezer. berasa abis ngelewatin warp tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dokter yang meriksa saya, ibu-ibu setengah baya (yang terlihat seperti 3/4 baya). dan inilah percakapan dengannya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dia: keluhannya apa?&lt;br /&gt;saya: ini dok (*gulung lengan baju)&lt;br /&gt;dia: oh ini alergi&lt;br /&gt;ibu: iya dok udah seminggu&lt;br /&gt;dia: jangan makan seafood, tetep bersih, JANGAN LUPA OLAHRAGA!!&lt;br /&gt;saya: oh, ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kata-kata sang dokter yang terakhir sepertinya sulit saya tepati, karena saya memang tak begitu suka olahraga. bahkan di kelas saya sudah membuat geng cabut-saat-pelajaran-olahraga.&lt;br /&gt;lagian gak make sense banget, si dokter nyuruh saya olahraga biar sehat, tapi dia sendiri lehernya bergelambir!! tangannya bulet, jari-jarinya montok. gimana caranya saya mau percaya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalu si dokter berkata lagi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dia: ini saya beri vitamin natural. dia bisa meremajakan kulit. 500x lebih tinggi dari vitamin C, 100x lebih baik dari vitamin E, blablabla..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh God, dia kayak tukang obat dari suatu MLM terkemuka di Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan ternyata semua obatnya + vitamin gombal = lumayan mahal. sial. ibu saya terkena jerat rayuan-sang-dokter-anggota-MLM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pas sampai di rumah, ibu saya komentar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ibu: itu tuh, kamu gatel-gatel gara-gara ditraktir aldhin itu!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm, mungkin ada benernya ya. tapi tenang, Aldhin sahabatku. saya tak menyesal menerima traktiranmu. Sushi Tei couldn't give me such traumatic thingy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, saya ngiri sama temen-temen saya yang udah nonton Transformers 2!! aaaaahhh mauuuu. saya belum pernah nonton yang pertama (karena suatu alasan konyol), tapi saya penasaran!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh eh, yang udah nonton, saya pengen nanya dong:&lt;br /&gt;1. skor kualitas filmnya berapa (skala 1-10)?&lt;br /&gt;2. bagusan mana, yang pertama apa yang kedua?&lt;br /&gt;3. bagusan mana sama Terminator Salvation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mudah-mudahan saya bisa nonton deh. bener-bener penasaran.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-6448631006573556830?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/6448631006573556830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/06/rayuan-maut-sang-dokter-kulit.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/6448631006573556830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/6448631006573556830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/06/rayuan-maut-sang-dokter-kulit.html' title='Rayuan Maut Sang Dokter Kulit'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-485871009168760400</id><published>2009-06-22T21:36:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T22:18:40.682+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disturbia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FRIENDS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>Mengigau</title><content type='html'>hari ini saya sangat sibuk.&lt;br /&gt;bagi yang kenal saya, pasti tau banget kalau saya tuh orangnya gak begitu suka melibatkan diri sama masalah yang ribet. baru hari ini doang nih saya mau-maunya ikut. padahal saya menjabat sebagai Waka 1 di dalam organisasi yang saya ikuti. kenapa saya malah gak mau ikut campur? mungkin pantaslah saya dicap 'GABUT', walaupun gak ada yang pernah bilang kayak gitu hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehm. saya tau bahwa paragraf pertama di atas memang agak aneh, seaneh diri saya. bukan isi ceritanya, tapi rangkaian kata &amp; maksudnya. atas dasar apakah saya menulis hal-gak-penting di atas? saya sendiri gak tau. mungkin hanya Allah yang Mahakuasa yang mengerti misteri di balik penciptaan diri saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuh kan. ngelantur lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jadi,&lt;br /&gt;atas dasar apakah jari-jari saya menari di atas keyboard? mengetik semua ini?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, mungkin saya tau.&lt;br /&gt;saya sedang gila.&lt;br /&gt;atau saya kembali ke memori saya ketika saya masih SD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mendadak saya merasa membodoh untuk sementara.&lt;br /&gt;atau permanen.&lt;br /&gt;gawat nih kalau permanen.&lt;br /&gt;saya kan belum SIMAK UI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya cuma mengeluarkan apa yang saya pikirkan di otak saya dan jari-jari saya pun menari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya masih bertanya-tanya kenapa di tempat Create Post ini cuma ada fasilitas Check Spelling, Add Photo, dan Preview aja. tanpa Add Video, Hyperlink, dan kawan-kawannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya masih berpikir kenapa badan saya berbintik-bintik merah, padahal saya gak demam. saya mungkin gak kena DBD, cacar, campak, atau apalah. tetep aja ini kasus besar. kalau saya bintik-bintik putih sih gak begitu heran ya. mungkin saja saya terkena panu, karma akibat saya sering merangkap waktu mandi saya saat liburan (mandi pagi + mandi sore = mandi siang). tapi ini benar-benar misterius. i'm puzzled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya membayangkan betapa enaknya adik saya &amp; ibu saya besok. pergi ke Dufan dalam rangka perpisahan kelas. hey, aku juga mau!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya baru dibeliin susu Ovaltine yang sangat mungil. cuma 115 ml. saya bertanya-tanya mengapa harus kecil begini? dalam rangka penghematan kah? kemasan ekonomis? ternyata ada tulisan UNTUK USIA 2-5 TAHUN. ya Allah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/Sj-eQjvBapI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DiQX7luRD2c/s1600-h/DSC00225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/Sj-eQjvBapI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DiQX7luRD2c/s400/DSC00225.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350168889647000210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beginilah jika dibandingkan dengan size Aqua gelas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan tadi teman saya dengan samaran WAP me-reply di Twitter saya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wap52949@danumaya @aldhin @tsurayya AYUMI HAMASAKI IN BALI WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha ya, saya ketawa sekaligus kaget. apakah ayumi akan menyamar di sana? apakah dia berniat menggelar konser di Bali atau bahkan Jakarta? apakah dia membawa Chaneko saat berjemur? ataukah dia berniat menjadi bintang tamu dalam sinetron Manohara (cast: ibunda Daisy Fajarina versi sipit)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, mungkin aja temen-temen saya yang lagi liburan di Bali ketemu Ayumi. hey kawan-kawan, jangan lupa jambret Chaneko-nya yaaaa....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-485871009168760400?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/485871009168760400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/06/mengigau.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/485871009168760400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/485871009168760400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/06/mengigau.html' title='Mengigau'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/Sj-eQjvBapI/AAAAAAAAAIE/DiQX7luRD2c/s72-c/DSC00225.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-1075406626188736860</id><published>2009-06-20T05:52:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T05:32:59.712+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AM'/><title type='text'>AM</title><content type='html'>tadi, sebelum saya ngepost, saya iseng2 buka facebook saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya baru sadar.&lt;br /&gt;hari ini AM ulang tahun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, bagi yang gak tau, oknum AM adalah cinta pertama saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya bingung banget.&lt;br /&gt;saya mau nulis HAPPY BIRTHDAY di wall-nya.&lt;br /&gt;tapi saya tau, kalau pacarnya lihat, dia bisa terlibat masalah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sebenernya sih,&lt;br /&gt;di relationship status AM tertulis 'single'.&lt;br /&gt;harusnya gak ada masalah ya.&lt;br /&gt;tapi di wall dia ada tulisan dari (ex)ceweknya.&lt;br /&gt;'yang, kamu kemana aja?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;artinya apa dong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya akhirnya nulis di message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duh.&lt;br /&gt;mau bilang HAPPY BIRTHDAY aja susah amat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pasti ada yang bingung.&lt;br /&gt;kenapa cuma begitu aja bisa2 ceweknya marah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ok, yang gak mau baca, silahkan skip. yang penasaran, silahkan baca. tapi panjang ceritanya. jangan nyesel ya)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jadi, waktu saya SMP, saya udah suka dia dari kelas 2. saya diem aja. dia udah punya cewek, yang gampang cemburu pula.&lt;br /&gt;sampai akhirnya, pas kelas 3 dan sekelas sama dia lagi, saya udah gak tahan, terus bilang kalau saya suka dia. ok, saya cuma bilang biar saya lega. dan dia cuma bilang terima kasih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya pikir semua berakhirlah disitu. tapi setelah AM dan ceweknya berantem &amp; sempet putus, AM mulai agak beda. mau duduknya di deket saya terus (walaupun waktu itu tempat duduknya pake sistem rolling), ngejailin saya, kadang kepergok lagi ngeliatin saya.&lt;br /&gt;GR? jelas iya. saya menikmatinya. menikmati semua tingkah lucu AM yang hanya untuk saya itu. tapi karena tingkahnya itulah sama difitnah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya dianggap sebagai 'orang ketiga'.&lt;br /&gt;dan, oh God, semua pendukung ceweknya AM cuma maunya ngegosipin dan ngomong ke sahabat saya, Astut. see? betapa pengecutnya mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya? i'm a laid-back person, though. saya cuma gak enak sama Astut yang harus ngedenger semua 'omongan sampah' itu. saya cuma bisa ngejelasin ke dia bahwa AM NGEDEKETIN SAYA, bukan SAYA NGEDEKETIN AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sampai akhirnya AM dan ceweknya nyambung lagi. putus lagi. nyambung lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terus terang saya capek. saya gak pernah ngejar dia. dia ngasih saya harapan, dan tiba2 ceweknya menghalangi. capek hati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya udah 2 tahun gak ketemu dia.&lt;br /&gt;kebayang gak sih betapa kangennya saya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kalau dia tau,&lt;br /&gt;kalau dia adalah password di segala aspek kehidupan saya,&lt;br /&gt;dia bakal ngomong apa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday AM, wish you all the greatest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-1075406626188736860?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/1075406626188736860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/06/am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/1075406626188736860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/1075406626188736860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/06/am.html' title='AM'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-1259075031474047407</id><published>2009-06-19T06:18:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T08:47:09.470+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hilarious moment'/><title type='text'>Budeg Mode: ON</title><content type='html'>jumat, 19.06.09, pagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ais: "mbak mbak.."&lt;br /&gt;afi: "hmmm.." (lagi tidur)&lt;br /&gt;ais: "PROHIBID artinya apa sih?"&lt;br /&gt;afi: "'yang dirahmati' kali"&lt;br /&gt;ais: "hah apaan sih?"&lt;br /&gt;afi: "ROHIMIN kan?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-1259075031474047407?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/1259075031474047407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/06/budeg-mode-on.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/1259075031474047407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/1259075031474047407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/06/budeg-mode-on.html' title='Budeg Mode: ON'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-1025846627973550015</id><published>2009-06-17T09:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T09:26:03.429+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>For You</title><content type='html'>saya telah membuat kesalahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya menghapus 2 postingan saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;postingan pertama, saya menyesal menghapusnya. postingan kedua, saya menyesal membuatnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jadi,&lt;br /&gt;anggap saja postingan kedua itu tidak pernah muncul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenyataan memang pahit. semakin pahit kenyataan yang kita terima dengan ikhlas, semakin manis buah yang kita peroleh. ketahuilah orang yang menolak semua kenyataan, akan memperoleh kenyataan yang lebih pahit lagi di kemudian hari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;contohnya: ada SESEORANG yang kehilangan satu pembaca BLOGnya hari ini.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-1025846627973550015?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/1025846627973550015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-you.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/1025846627973550015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/1025846627973550015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-you.html' title='For You'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-7499312647494825388</id><published>2009-06-16T06:49:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T06:49:18.928+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FRIENDS'/><title type='text'>French Girl and The Nebengers</title><content type='html'>saya tau bahwa ini terlalu pagi untuk seorang blogger nge-post, tapi begitulah. adik saya, Ais, lagi ulangan, dan gak boleh main komputer. kalau dia ngeliat saya lagi di depan komputer, berakhir sudah. makanya saya buka pagi-pagi sebelum dia bangun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how was your Mon-day? mine was good. walaupun banyak kejadian tak terduga, banyak tetesan airmata (ehm), tapi banyak ketawa juga kok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jadi, kegiatan hari sabtu saya dimulai jam 4 pagi. kenapa? karena saya harus ngerjain 'that (fuckin') math assholeignment' dari guru saya.&lt;br /&gt;jadi, yang pertama kali saya buka adalah email. saya mau download apa yang dikirim 3 temen saya (paribo, emir, mamat).&lt;br /&gt;saya menemukan 2 hal:&lt;br /&gt;1. kok emir gak ngirim email?!&lt;br /&gt;2. kok mamat ngirim pake bahasa indonesia?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may Allah show me the straight way. saya kerjain dengan gondok segede telor asin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ketika saya baca pdf dari paribo, copy-paste, dan sedikit pengeditan, saya baru nyadar kalo pdf-nya ada 65 halaman! gak bakal sempet sampe jam 7. stress, rasanya mendadak ada banyak uban tumbuh di kepala saya. akhirnya saya burn cuma powerpoint yang berisi 2 content (dari yang seharusnya 5 content), plus pdf dari paribo. kalo dia gak puas ya liat dari pdf aja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jam 7 saya mandi, jam setengah 8 saya berangkat. ada remedial kimia (lagi), dan gurunya mintanya pagi-pagi. saya pergi naik angkot (i loathe angkot), dan jalanan penuh banget. takut telat. saya sms Aldhin, dia dimana dan udah mulai apa belum. ternyata mulainya jam 10! oh God, i loathe that teacher as well as that angkot!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ketika saya nyampe sekolah, saya ketemu Gadis. dia nemenin saya nyari bu Siti (guru matematik), dan akhirnya saya ketemu bu Ferry.&lt;br /&gt;"nak, tuh ke pak Zul dulu. dia nyari Gina." saya ketemu pak Zul dan ternyata nyari Gina Fitria. saya telepon dia dan......bacalah postingan Gina, dia udah nulis duluan. kalau disitu ada tulisan 'a friend of mine', itu saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lanjut.&lt;br /&gt;saya remedial 'asam-basa' dan 'Ksp' dulu. sementara 'menghitung PH larutan' baru dilaksanakan siang hari. saya menunggu dengan bermain Family Feud di laptop Aldhin. seru! akhirnya semua dipanggil ke av ipa. di sana saya nunggu lagi, gara-gara soal 'menghitung PH larutan' belom jadi! setelah nunggu lagi, akhirnya masuk kelas juga. udah selesai, pulang deh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hari ini saya tidur jam 7. enak banget. berasa orang Perancis hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: pas saya bangun tadi, ada sms dari Aldhin. yeah, i will come to your party, babe! tapi saya dibolehin kalau ada yang ditebengin. boleh nebeng pulang gak dhin? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-7499312647494825388?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/7499312647494825388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/06/french-girl-and-nebengers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/7499312647494825388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/7499312647494825388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/06/french-girl-and-nebengers.html' title='French Girl and The Nebengers'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-355469001352246241</id><published>2009-06-13T06:56:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:30:29.644+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hobby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>Permohonan Maaf dan Melodrama</title><content type='html'>first of all: ini aneh banget. masa cuma ada Check Spelling sama Add Image di toolbar saya? oh God, mudah-mudahan gak ada masalah deh sama blog saya. (maaf buat yang gak pake Blogger, mungkin gak ngerti *lirik seseorang)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teman saya yang bernama Prathito me-reply saya di Twitter seperti ini:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paw25694@tsurayya haaaa tsuraya kenapa kau sebut namaku di blogmu nanti kalau hottalotta lihat gmn lalu dia buka blogku menyamperi memberi koment's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehm,kepada saudara hottalotta, maaf saya sudah mengekspos dirimu pada post kemarin. mudah-mudahan anda tidak punya teman jaksa atau pengacara, dan saya gak mau jadi tahanan kota. saya mau liburaaaannn!!!&lt;br /&gt;kepada saudara Prathito, maaf nama anda saya sebut-sebut lagi :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ganti topik.&lt;br /&gt;pernahkah anda menonton melodrama?&lt;br /&gt;saya yakin 80% dari anda pernah menonton genre drama ini. contohnya Endless Love, One Litre of Tears, atau Kabut Cinta (*lirik seseorang). yaa ciri-cirinya adalah cerita yang mengharu-biru dan tanpa ending yang jelas.&lt;br /&gt;kalau saya tanya diri sendiri, jawabannya jelas: PERNAH. cuma pernah, tapi gak ngikutin. saya cuma pernah nonton sekelebat tentang cerita-cerita yang penuh cucuran air mata tersebut. pada saat teman-teman saya waktu SD tonton Endless Love dan Kabut Cinta, saya lagi asik nonton Kapten Tsubasa dan Hunter X Hunter.absurd memang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi ternyata infotaintment juga menyabet genre ini. liat aja, Prita dan Manohara. setiap saya nonton TV sore-sore, ada mereka, sampai bosen saya. emangnya gak ada berita lain apa?&lt;br /&gt;menurut saya, Prita jelas lebih berkelas dari Manohara, dari sudut manapun. kecuali jika anda melihat dari sudut tangan Manohara yang selalu menenteng tas Hermes, tentu saja Manohara sangat berkelas. saya kesal dengan Mano dan ibunda Daisy Fajarina yang cari-cari sensasi. fisum inilah, konfrensi pers itulah. kayak gak pernah masuk TV aja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tips: kalau mau masuk TV, kawin aja sama raja negara mana gitu, atau sering-seringlah mengeluh dan mengkritik di dunia maya. dijamin cepet terkenal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-355469001352246241?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/355469001352246241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/06/permohonan-maaf-dan-melodrama.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/355469001352246241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/355469001352246241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/06/permohonan-maaf-dan-melodrama.html' title='Permohonan Maaf dan Melodrama'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-7872032660570025010</id><published>2009-06-06T17:08:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T00:44:43.548+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>The Weekend Which Is Like Weekdays</title><content type='html'>hello there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been waiting for a good mood to write here, coz i have numbers of remedial tests that's bothering me so much. oh God, i hadn't cheated for this two weeks, i had studied so damn hard. could You just give me a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;photographic-memory&lt;/span&gt; ability?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm fond of LimeWire-ing recently. yeah, it's because of my new internet modem which does its job very well LOL. i really enjoy it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm in hatred of someone who always disturb lovely days of mine. i called her N. and just for your info, i sing an oh-so-me song whenever i'm around her. i do sing &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Fuck You Very Much&lt;/span&gt; in front of her nose! there's nothing happened, coz she doesn't understand English :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fuck you, fuck you very very muuuuch.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-7872032660570025010?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/7872032660570025010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/06/weekend-which-is-like-weekdays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/7872032660570025010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/7872032660570025010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/06/weekend-which-is-like-weekdays.html' title='The Weekend Which Is Like Weekdays'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-4218952042783179462</id><published>2009-06-01T21:36:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T21:36:56.424+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>I NV U</title><content type='html'>hello there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seharusnya saya berhibernasi sebentar selama ulangan, tapi lagi-lagi saya patahkah niat saya dengan mudahnya. lagian besok cuma TIK sama gambar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hari ini temen saya, Odonk, udah masuk sekolah setelah seminggu cuti karena DBD. glad to see you again, Donk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entah kenapa, saya sedikit iri dengan orang yang masuk rumah sakit. saya gak tau kenapa, &amp; rasa iri saya udah ada dari kecil. call me insane, tapi mungkinkah ada penjelasannya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya pikir-pikir, rasa iri saya memang sedikit beralasan. dari SD sampai SMA saya sudah sekolah dengan sibuknya, sampai saat libur pun saya pakai buat belajar. yaaa intinya adalah: orang sakit = gak punya kerjaan. makanya saya iri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya masih normal kok, saya cuma iri sedikiiiit aja. walaupun orang sakit banyak keuntungannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya pernah dirawat di rumah sakit, tapi cuma sehari. biasa, penyakit harian (bengek). tapi waktu itu bener-bener parah. badan saya lemes sangat, dan tangan sakit gara-gara infus. tapi semuanya terasa seperti mejik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ketika saya bangun tidur, saya bilang ke ayah saya, "ayah, aku mau martabak manis." lalu saya tidur lagi. ketika saya melek lagi, voila, sekotak martabak muncul di atas meja. lalu beberapa jam kemudian, saya bilang lagi, "ayah, aku mau bakso. gak pake kuah ya." pas saya melek lagi, tarraaa, sebungkus bakso tanpa kuah tiba-tiba ada di sebelah kotak martabak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serasa punya ayah peri yang ajaib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kalau saya inget ayah-peri-yang-muncul-ketika-saya-sakit, saya jadi pingin sakit lagi. tapi gak pas saya ulangan, ogah banget deh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-4218952042783179462?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/4218952042783179462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-nv-u.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/4218952042783179462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/4218952042783179462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-nv-u.html' title='I NV U'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-6657131662591005773</id><published>2009-05-30T23:07:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T07:22:23.484+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FRIENDS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>Sat-Ur-Day</title><content type='html'>hellooo everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;setelah lirik lagu gak jelas yang saya post sebelumnya, saya mau cerita banyak tentang hari sabtu ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jadi, this morning supposed to be a very nice weekend kalau gak ada remedial kimia semester satu! FYI, saya masih gak lulus di rapor semester 1, padahal persenannya udah lulus. huhu, apa boleh buat lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kira2 jam 1an, datang kejutan baru. datangnya dari teman saya, Aldhin. dia sms saya, yaa intinya siiiiihhhh.........baca aja blog-nya, huahahahaha. ya pokoknya dia lagi patah hati deh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry to hear that, mate. i'm sorry i coudn't say a word to cheer your day up :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kejutan lain, datangnya dari guru les saya, namanya Miss Leni. dia bikin outclass activity, ditraktir makan di Pizza Hut! yaaiy, saya tetep excited walaupun harus pake bahasa inggris selama di sana. perut kenyang, otak juga kenyang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;intinya adalah: saturday is FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.: emangnya pizza hut udah gak sedia keju parmesan ya?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-3775684219987622420</id><published>2009-05-30T22:31:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T07:24:29.571+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hobby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>Hampa Dompetku</title><content type='html'>pernahkah kau merasa&lt;br /&gt;pernahkah kau merasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cukup sudah kuberikan uangku&lt;br /&gt;cukup sudah duit ini untukmu&lt;br /&gt;mati sudah kredit ini padamu&lt;br /&gt;mati sudah hasrat ingin membelimu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pernahkah kau merasa&lt;br /&gt;dompetmu hampa&lt;br /&gt;pernahkah kau merasa&lt;br /&gt;dompetmu kosong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buang saja semua label hargamu&lt;br /&gt;buang saja semua merek mahalmu&lt;br /&gt;hancur sudah kredit ini padamu&lt;br /&gt;hancur sudah hasrat ingin membelimu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pernahkah kau merasa&lt;br /&gt;dompetmu hampa&lt;br /&gt;pernahkah kau merasa&lt;br /&gt;dompetmu kosong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.: perombakan terjadi saat saya menonton VIVA EXTRAVAGANZA dan memang dompet saya sedang hampa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-3775684219987622420?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/3775684219987622420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/05/hampa-dompetku.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hilarious moment'/><title type='text'>A True Story</title><content type='html'>an interview, in library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;junior: "so, what characteristic that you dislike in person?"&lt;br /&gt;senior: "i loathe a liar. they tell anything untruth, so they always make me hungry, ah, ANGRY."&lt;br /&gt;junior: "...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: senior = me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-1059623767789106621?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/1059623767789106621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/05/true-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/1059623767789106621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/1059623767789106621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/05/true-story.html' title='A True Story'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' 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quite boring? maybe it's not his type of joking. ah, i like this movie whatever he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, how was your day? mine was good. i visited a sister of my granny, and she was very glad. she's a nice person, though, so i really was fine to be there :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i went to megaria. i ate a portion of 'nasi gule' there, and it was quite expensive for me. Rp14000 for mini-portion of 'nasi gule'? (it was a mini-portion for me, sorry i you're dissagree with me hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 02.35pm my family and i entered studio 4. when i watched the trailer of coming-soon movies, i was wondering 'are they already-released movies?'. yeah, they are trailers of 'Bolt' and 'Balls of Fury'. hey MEGARIA XXI, be an up-to-date cinema, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad luck, my new sandals was broken. what does it mean in any culture in the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man, exam week is behind closed eyes. i really am ready for die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-4554608068116547767?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/4554608068116547767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/05/museum-di-malam-hari.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/4554608068116547767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/4554608068116547767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/05/museum-di-malam-hari.html' title='Museum di Malam Hari'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-5298702938170623784</id><published>2009-05-23T05:16:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T05:16:27.894+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>Detik Terakhir</title><content type='html'>hello there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya baru liat ada memar biru yang cukup besar di tangan saya. kenapa ya? setelah saya ingat-ingat ternyata gara-gara saya nyerempet tembok waktu ngejar abang tukang bakso. ada lukanya trus jadi memar deh. lagian abang-abang jualan di sekitar rumah saya pake sistem teriak-kejar sih, saking semangat ngejar sampe nyerempet tembok gitu. ya itu cuma sekedar intermezo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;topik utama kita hanya 7 huruf: S,U,M,A,T,I,F. bagi yang belom tau, benda tersebut adalah kata lain dari ulangan umum. dan, ya Allah, benda itu juga bikin saya stres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, belajar-di-sekolah-tanpa-ada-ulangan aja udah malesin banget, gimana kalo tanpa-belajar-tapi-ulangan-semua?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pengen cepet-cepet kuliah, cepet kerja, cepet dapet duit. cape banget ngabisin duit kayak gini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi gak semua bahan sumatif bikin botak kok. ada gambar, sejarah, yah yang gampang-gampang deh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;semua ada hikmahnya kok fi, termasuk kejadian selasa kemarin :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-5298702938170623784?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/5298702938170623784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/05/detik-terakhir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/5298702938170623784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/5298702938170623784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/05/detik-terakhir.html' title='Detik Terakhir'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-5745728418670155725</id><published>2009-05-20T23:37:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T23:37:31.652+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hobby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>Family Nite</title><content type='html'>hello there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya baru nge-post jam segini bukan karena saya insomnia. bukan karena saya lagi nonton DVD marathon sampe jam 3 pagi. tapi karena saya lagi seneng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya, mungkin ini lebih pantas disebut FAMILY NITE, karena jarang banget saya, adek saya, &amp; ayah ibu ngobrol bareng &amp; becanda sampe jam 11 malem. mungkin karena besok libur (kenaikan yesus kristus) makanya jadi panjang ngobrolnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tadi asik banget, ngomongin masa kecil saya &amp; adik saya, ngomongin orang (baca: ngegosip), &amp; hal2 yang jarang dikerjain bareng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, I wanna have a family nite once again! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy your 1-day-holiday, folks. C.U.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-5745728418670155725?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/5745728418670155725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/05/family-nite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/5745728418670155725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/5745728418670155725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/05/family-nite.html' title='Family Nite'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-4760901683852076838</id><published>2009-05-19T16:30:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T16:30:47.910+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>B.A.D.</title><content type='html'>hello there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I have never been in this dreadful mood, but, here I am, with the grumpiest face I've ever had. sorry folks, for this 'great' situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quick update from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, I'm brainstorming for Indonesian-language drama script, which is only for FOUR actors (me and the rest of it) who DESERVE to get the cast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for further info, you can ask to Aldhin, or to me (but nor for today).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;farewell all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-4760901683852076838?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/4760901683852076838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/05/bad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/4760901683852076838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/4760901683852076838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/05/bad.html' title='B.A.D.'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-1214074307264110447</id><published>2009-05-17T18:37:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T18:37:38.003+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ALTER-EGO'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>Tak Ada Logika (dalam postingan ini)</title><content type='html'>hello there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya sudah beberapa kali menulis blog dengan bahasa inggris, dan hal itu menimbulkan sedikit perang batin antar kepribadian saya. sebentar, saya terangkan sedikit tentang mereka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kepribadian asli saya yang minderan, tukang panik, gampang tersinggung &amp; sedikit pendiam (I called her Afi) selalu cemas dengan apa yang telah dilakukan Saki (alter-ego Afi). Saki adalah orang yang jutek nan cuek, bawel, &amp; tingkat percaya dirinya lumayan tinggi bahkan sedikit gak tau malu. makanya sering ada perang batin yang tak terelakkan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;contohnya soal postingan berbahasa inggris. dan inilah salah satu contoh perdebatan yang cukup absurd dalam cerebrum saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afi (A): aduh ngapain sih nge-post pake bahasa inggris segala? udah tau gak bisa malah sok bisa!!&lt;br /&gt;Saki (S): eh, ini namanya latihan mbak, kapan bisanya kalo gak latihan?&lt;br /&gt;A: tapi emang lo gak malu apa? lo kan nulis di blog, ketauan orang sedunia kalo lo bego!&lt;br /&gt;S: eh orang juga maklumin tau kalo ada yang salah, lagian yang penting orang ngerti!&lt;br /&gt;A: pasti banyak grammar yang eror...&lt;br /&gt;S: ah gak juga kok.&lt;br /&gt;A: bisa bikin malu nama sekolah, temen2, keluarga--&lt;br /&gt;S: YA UDAH LAH YA (dan Saki pun menang)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pergantian kepribadian saya sering terlihat jelas seperti contoh:&lt;br /&gt;1. tiba2 panik begitu denger bakal ada ulangan, tapi tiba2 cuek sambil mengeluarkan kalimat saktinya (ya udah lah ya)&lt;br /&gt;2. dari gak bisa diem, sedetik kemudian jadi anteng&lt;br /&gt;3. dari santai tiba2 panik tak terkendali hingga akhirnya capek sendiri &amp; santai lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, saya menerima koreksi dari segala post saya dengan tangan terbuka. bahkan kalau ada yang mau memberikan kursus gratis, pasti saya ambil tanpa tedeng aling-aling hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sebagai penutup, saya beri anda sedikit teka-teki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tebak siapa saya?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-1214074307264110447?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/1214074307264110447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/05/tak-ada-logika-dalam-postingan-ini.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/1214074307264110447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/1214074307264110447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/05/tak-ada-logika-dalam-postingan-ini.html' title='Tak Ada Logika (dalam postingan ini)'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-4151161761063746590</id><published>2009-05-16T19:00:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T19:00:52.503+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FRIENDS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>No Comment</title><content type='html'>hello there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy coz my very close friend, Astut, had her birthday today! wish you all the best, my dear, I miss you so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading my newest novel, The Tales of Beedle The Bard, for three times I guess. it's quite interesting, and I have no regret having that book :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I disappointed with my english course's teacher, coz she canceled the class when I was waiting for her coming for about 30mins. but it was not a serious problem. no problemo, Miss Leni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how was your day today?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-4151161761063746590?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/4151161761063746590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-comment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/4151161761063746590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/4151161761063746590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-comment.html' title='No Comment'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-2705655309796251993</id><published>2009-05-15T21:36:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T21:36:16.268+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sightseeing'/><title type='text'>The Tales of Beedle The Bard</title><content type='html'>yeah, I bought that book which is what I've been looking forward to read! I'm so excited even it's in Indonesian language, but who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has 5 different stories, and #5 story is my favorite. ah, you'd better to read it by yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all of this book's royalties will be given to Children's High Level Group, which campaigns for children's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sounds good, eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-2705655309796251993?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/2705655309796251993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/05/tales-of-beedle-bard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/2705655309796251993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/2705655309796251993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/05/tales-of-beedle-bard.html' title='The Tales of Beedle The Bard'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-2079721747409541855</id><published>2009-05-14T18:48:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T18:48:22.306+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>A Quote</title><content type='html'>"a piece of crap can look like gold. but crap is a crap."&lt;br /&gt;-provoke!-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-2079721747409541855?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/2079721747409541855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/05/quote.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/2079721747409541855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/2079721747409541855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/05/quote.html' title='A Quote'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-2257625099698178386</id><published>2009-05-13T18:45:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T18:45:52.170+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Keanehan Seorang Nenek pt.1</title><content type='html'>#1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N: "ngedengerin (radio) tentang pengobatan jadi stres sendiri"&lt;br /&gt;A: "kenapa?"&lt;br /&gt;N: "ya tadi ada nenek2 seumuran ende (panggilan keluarga saya untuk beliau, red.) gitu, gak jauh2 umurnya dari ende, 79...."&lt;br /&gt;A: *menunggu&lt;br /&gt;N: "eh tadi, 79 apa 97 ya?"&lt;br /&gt;A: *bzzzt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: *memakaikan pampers&lt;br /&gt;N: "ih paling kesel deh kalo pagi2 pake ginian sendiri, udah cape2 masang, pas mau ditempel eeeeh ternyata kebalik!" *dengan nada semangat&lt;br /&gt;A: "hmmm" *tanpa semangat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(cerita tersebut selalu dituturkan jika saya memakaikan pampers pagi hari)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--mati listrik gara2 kebanyakan memakai elektronik--&lt;br /&gt;N: "duh mati lampu, mana kamu nanti mau pasang internet lagi, tambah berat deh listriknya!"&lt;br /&gt;A: "hah?"&lt;br /&gt;N: "ya katanya kamu mau pasang internet kan?"&lt;br /&gt;A: "apa hubungannya?"&lt;br /&gt;N: "ya nanti listriknya nambah banyak!"&lt;br /&gt;A: "ya nggak lah, orang modemnya pake listrik bareng komputer!"&lt;br /&gt;N: "iya emang kamu deh yg paling pinter! masuk 8 makanya tau segala2nya.."&lt;br /&gt;A: *bzzzt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N: (dengerin radio, ada lagu changcutters) "eh fi ini lagu siapa sih?"&lt;br /&gt;A: "changcutters"&lt;br /&gt;N: "siapa?"&lt;br /&gt;A: "ya ende gak kenal deh!"&lt;br /&gt;N: "sembarangan kamu, gini2 ende ngedengerin lagu2 jaman sekarang! ende tau tuh lagu2nya Koes Plus!"&lt;br /&gt;A: "....."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-2257625099698178386?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/2257625099698178386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/05/keanehan-seorang-nenek-pt1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/2257625099698178386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/2257625099698178386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/05/keanehan-seorang-nenek-pt1.html' title='Keanehan Seorang Nenek pt.1'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-2510510853724652193</id><published>2009-05-12T19:12:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T23:37:41.676+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FRIENDS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sightseeing'/><title type='text'>A Lovely Day</title><content type='html'>hello there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya lewati hari selasa ini bersama Aldhin, Gina, dan Odonk. ya, seperti kita ketahui bawa mereka adalah pengelola blog Unbearable, This Is Ginacronise Speaking, dan Swinging The Swing. kami berempat jalan (baca: makan) ke Plaza Senayan dan sangat mengasyikkan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agenda utama kami adalah: makan di Sushi Tei. dan karena ini adalah kali pertama saya ke tempat itu (serius), maka hal ini sedikit menegangkan bagi saya (lebay memang). yang saya takutkan adalah kemungkinan adanya akuarium tempat ikan2 yang akan diolah, dipajang sebagai hiasan. tentu saja hal itu tidak ada di sana, tapi saya sudah su'uzon duluan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hal yang saya pesan di Sushi Tei hanya 2: salmon skin spicy roll dan taiyaki (es krim dengan wafel bentuk ikan -- hiii~) yang ditotal harganya mencapai 55200 rupiah. waah mahal juga ya, gila tenan. yaaah pengalaman memang mahal harganya (lho?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selanjutnya kami keliling2 Kinokuniya selama hampir 1/2 jam, biasa disebut belanja jendela. saya melihat sebuah buku berjudul Miley Cyrus: Miles To Go. dan membuat saya ingin mengeluarkan Salmon Skin Spicy Roll dari dalam perut dan menyemburkannya di buku tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya ingin membaca buku karangan J.K. Rowling yang baru (saya lupa judulnya, covernya pohon buntung yang baru ditebang), namun harganya di atas batas toleransi dompet saya. maka saya urungkan niat itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inti dari segala ke-ngelanturan saya adalah: ODONK, GINA, UND ALDHIN, VIELEN DANK!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-2510510853724652193?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/2510510853724652193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/05/lovely-day.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/2510510853724652193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/2510510853724652193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/05/lovely-day.html' title='A Lovely Day'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-5317321098361022337</id><published>2009-05-11T17:00:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T17:04:57.853+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>Jamur</title><content type='html'>one question: PERNAHKAH ANDA MELIHAT JAMUR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;untuk saya, saya akan jawab: YA, PERNAH. dan kalau ditanya: KAPAN? maka saya akan menjawab: SETIAP HARI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya tau saya memang keterlaluan, tapi ini hanya opini saya, hal yang pertama kali muncul di cerebrum saya, tentang dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIA ADALAH JAMUR YANG BIKIN GATAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bukan cara hidupnya yang seperti jamur (dia tidak berspora dan tidak hidup di pohon mati), namun caranya berinteraksi dengan manusia (khususnya keluarga kandung &amp; generasi muda) yang terlalu 'menggemaskan'. saking gemasnya saya sudah tak sabar ingin menancapkan taring-taring saya di lehernya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sebagai generasi (sangat) tua, keberadaan generasi muda mungkin akan terasa seperti mengintimidasinya. maka dari itu ia melancarkan kata-kata khas generasinya, seperti: 'ANAK KECIL KAYAK KAMU TAU APA?' atau 'YAAAH, ANAK SEKARANG EMANG LEBIH PINTER.... (dengan nada yang tidak mau mengalah)' dan sebagainya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, wake up nona keriput, anda sudah tidak up-to-date dengan dunia sekitar!! apa anda tahu arti kata iPHONE, FACEBOOK, atau BLACKBERRY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bangun nona keriput, bahkan anda mungkin tidak tahu bahwa Wiranto adalah calon presiden Jusuf Kalla! bahkan anda tidak bisa membedakan antara KOMPUTER dan MODEM INTERNET!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anda sebut diri anda MUDA? UP-TO-DATE? apa yang muda, pampers anda?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pertahankan sajalah adat istiadat anda yang tidak masuk akal itu. pertahankan sajalah mulut anda yang penuh kontroversi itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sayangnya, JAMUR jenis ini tidak bisa dimakan (karena beracun), tidak bisa dicabut (hanya YME yang bisa membasminya), dan tidak indah dipandang (karena selain bikin mual juga bermuka-dua).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last question:&lt;br /&gt;pernahkah anda melihat JAMUR jenis ini? bagaimanakah cara membasminya?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-5317321098361022337?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/5317321098361022337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/05/jamur.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/5317321098361022337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/5317321098361022337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/05/jamur.html' title='Jamur'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-541293200203030015</id><published>2009-05-10T18:50:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T18:50:26.878+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sightseeing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>I Envy Deborra-Lee Furness</title><content type='html'>hello there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, I watched X-Men Origins: Wolverine. and it was freakin' cool that I couldn't blink my eyes during the show. and I envied Logan's girl on the scene, Kayla, and his true wife, Deborra-Lee Furness. oh man, Hugh Jackman is THE SEXIEST MAN ALIVE!! I heart him soooo much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I could get my internet-modem back, coz it was blocked by the First Media company. I don't know whether it's about the unfinished miss-comunication or my family just got punk'd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I just can't wait for Angels&amp;Demons!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-541293200203030015?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/541293200203030015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-envy-deborra-lee-furness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/541293200203030015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/541293200203030015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-envy-deborra-lee-furness.html' title='I Envy Deborra-Lee Furness'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-4623250399775641434</id><published>2009-05-09T17:08:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T17:08:26.383+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Pijet Refleksi dan Gebyar BCA</title><content type='html'>hello there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saat ini, saya sedang pijet di mol Ambassador. saya lupa toko pijet refleksi ini ada di level berapa (karena saya males banget merhatiin yang kayak gituan), yang jelas ciri-cirinya ada 3 gambar kaki di jendela &amp; pintunya (2 merah, 1 kuning), ada rangkaian lampu cabe warna warni layaknya pohon natal, &amp; harganya 45ribu untuk 75 menit. oh ya! ada di level yang ada hoka hoka bento-nya (membantukah?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selama ini saya refleksi di deket rumah, dengan ruangan yang sedikit temaram, &amp; dengan harga yang sedikit lebih murah (dengan durasi yg lebih sedikit tentunya). namun apa yang terjadi di sini? dengan ruangan yang sedikit lebih besar dari kamar saya (5x3 meter), lampu kuning yang dinyalakan hanya 2 biji. 2 biji sodara-sodara, malahan yang 1 lagi ditutupin koran yg sepertinya diniatkan berfungsi seperti lampion (?). tempat macam apa ini?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sepertinya tempat ini yang punya orang cina, karena di meja kasirnya ada mainan kucing plastik warna emas (yang cakarnya bisa gerak-gerak itu lho). tapi cuma ini sekedar observasi belaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jangan tanya apakah yang mijet saya ganteng atau gak. lagian setau saya tukang pijet emang gak ada yang ganteng. ntar kalo ada saya rekomen deh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kemarin, ibu saya dapet sms dari BCA (asli), katanya dia disuruh nonton gebyar BCA nanti malem jam 21.00. sebelumnya bude saya dapet sms serupa &amp; ternyata dapet E63! ah, saya jadi penasaran bakal dapet apa. mungkinkah E71? amin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-4623250399775641434?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/4623250399775641434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/05/pijet-refleksi-dan-gebyar-bca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/4623250399775641434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/4623250399775641434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/05/pijet-refleksi-dan-gebyar-bca.html' title='Pijet Refleksi dan Gebyar BCA'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-7023127509160447084</id><published>2009-05-08T19:28:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T19:28:54.617+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Nexian-Berry</title><content type='html'>hello there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just a quick post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom bought a Nexian-Berry. ahahaha, yeah, it's a Nexian cellphone, a bundling cellphone from XL provider, which looks like a Blackberry. it's only Rp 990.000,- so, if you don't have enough money to buy a Blackberry (like me), you could try this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-7023127509160447084?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/7023127509160447084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/05/nexian-berry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/7023127509160447084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/7023127509160447084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/05/nexian-berry.html' title='Nexian-Berry'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-5103858233763662263</id><published>2009-05-07T18:39:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T18:41:10.622+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>After All This Time</title><content type='html'>hello there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like my body will be broken. I'm going over-insane, I have too many problems to handle, and nobody stand next to me, just to support me or to cheer me up or whatever they wanna do to make sure that I'M NOT ALONE HERE. I've never in this difficult position, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when all the people in the world laughed at me, when they underistimated me, when they tried to make me as a loser, I always believe that my family, my mom, my dad, my brother, they will give me an endless love. an endless support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I got nothing but criticism. I can't stand being in this dreadful position. but can I let them behind my back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the epilogue, I just wanna say that I still love this life and the people in it. although I'm in a loneliness and a terrible boredom, I'll try to change this silly mood. love y'all, guys. I have no regret for being your friend :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-5103858233763662263?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/5103858233763662263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/05/study-hard-dance-hard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/5103858233763662263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/5103858233763662263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/05/study-hard-dance-hard.html' title='After All This Time'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-4000150009075998674</id><published>2009-05-06T20:51:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T20:51:02.224+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>Migraine</title><content type='html'>hello there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a migraine for days. I think there's a mistake in my cerebrum, and I think it will explode anytime it wants. so, watch out guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I feel like I'm going very very insaneee!!! I'm supposed to have three days holiday next week, and I already have a very-nice-holiday plan, BUT, I have to do a job for my club-project!!! my goodness, can't I have a lovely holiday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't got a fun holiday in the entire life. I'm serious. when I was in a short holiday in June last year, my grandma fell dow in front of her toilette, and she had her hip broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in last two years, when I was in a holiday after having UAN tests, my mom had a thypoid. and I took care of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God........ I'm speechless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-4000150009075998674?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/4000150009075998674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/05/migraine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/4000150009075998674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/4000150009075998674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/05/migraine.html' title='Migraine'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-6625851231293644414</id><published>2009-05-05T19:02:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T19:02:46.194+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Confused</title><content type='html'>hello there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel blank (again) today, so I don't know what to write. maybe I will start talking about anything in this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I was in my room in this evening, my mom opened my door and she said like this (just read this dialogue),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom (M): have Mbak Keke sent a message to you?&lt;br /&gt;me (A): no, I haven't recieve anything from her. why?&lt;br /&gt;M: yeah, she called me and she said that you should join a game.&lt;br /&gt;A: game what?&lt;br /&gt;M: a texting-game. you should type a text as fast as you can. it's from XL provider.&lt;br /&gt;A: ah yeah, maybe I can join that game, but I'm too busy this month, mom.&lt;br /&gt;M: but she said, "only senior high students who can join this game! and Afi should take this very-big opportunity! Blackberry and laptop are the grand prize!"&lt;br /&gt;A: maybe...... I will join that game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you might think that I'm a 'plin-plan' person (I couldn't find that word in English), but my thought of having a Blackberry can't get out of mind! ahahaha, wish me luck for that game, guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank God, my Indonesian-language teacher came late at her class, so I didn't have to do my drama! I was not ready for drama, coz I have just finished my English reality show, and I can't stand acting for a few days ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that I was invisible in my school, but when a few LKS members looked for me and asked me to gave them my signature, I thought that I wasn't that invisible hahahahaha. yeah, I am proud to be an ex-LKS member :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna prepare for a math exam. it's on this friday, and maybe I will be very insane on thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-6625851231293644414?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/6625851231293644414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/05/confused.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/6625851231293644414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/6625851231293644414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/05/confused.html' title='Confused'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-4128074282732809803</id><published>2009-05-04T21:01:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T21:01:03.599+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>Gothic</title><content type='html'>hello there. it's me, afi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but just for your information, I don't feel like if I'm afi anymore. maybe this weird thing is just a temporal thing. but I think I will be my another-personality, or I will have an alter-ego sooner or later, because I'm a weird super. oh God, please drop a (good-looking) psychiatrist from the heaven to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what in the world happened to me? well, if you think: two tests (chemistry + biology) + an english shooting + got home late = SO-SO, good for you, but not for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm soooooo exhausted today, and I just realized that I left my home for over 12 hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God,&lt;br /&gt;could you just sent a (good-looking) psychiatrist from the heaven to my room?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-4128074282732809803?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/4128074282732809803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/05/gothic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/4128074282732809803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/4128074282732809803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/05/gothic.html' title='Gothic'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-6135335396122324945</id><published>2009-05-04T20:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T20:27:25.957+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Read This, Please.</title><content type='html'>innalillahi wa inna ilaihi raji'un, telah berpulang ke rahmatullah kucing dari Nur Tsurayya Afifah yang bernama si Putih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oleh karena itu marilah kita menundukkan kepala sejenak untuk mendoakan semoga arwahnya diterima di sisi-Nya. berdoa, mulai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oleh karena itu kami mengharapkan amal jariah seikhlasnya untuk membantu keluarga yang ditinggalkan, minimal satu juta rupiah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atas keikhlasannya kami ucapkan terima kasih.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-6135335396122324945?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/6135335396122324945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/05/read-this-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>God, Please!</title><content type='html'>oh God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please give health for my kitten, si Putih,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-326219654502602530?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/326219654502602530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/05/god-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/326219654502602530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/326219654502602530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/05/god-please.html' title='God, Please!'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-5645752752065757454</id><published>2009-05-03T16:26:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T16:48:36.204+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>About The Personality Disorder Test Results</title><content type='html'>it says that I have a Schizotypal disorder. it's preety sad when I read it. I have a very high score for that disorder. but hey, when I was googling about that Schizotypal thingy, I found this article:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 17px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;h2 style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: georgia, verdana, times; font-size: 12pt; font-weight: 300; margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://highability.org/schizotypal-personalities-and-creative-achievement/" rel="bookmark" title="Permanent Link:        Schizotypal personalities and creative achievement" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: none; "&gt;Schizotypal personalities and creative achievement&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="entry" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 6px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 6px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://talentdevelop.com/images/AEinstein4.jpg" alt="Albert Einstein" title="Albert Einstein" class="alignright" align="right" height="150" width="147" style="border-width: initial; border-color: initial; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 2px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 2px; border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(176, 196, 222); border-right-color: rgb(176, 196, 222); border-bottom-color: rgb(176, 196, 222); border-left-color: rgb(176, 196, 222); background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; display: inline; background-position: initial initial; " /&gt;“Psychologists believe that a number of famous creative luminaries, including Vincent Van Gogh, Albert Einstein, Emily Dickinson and Isaac Newton, had schizotypal personalities.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 6px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;That quote comes from the ScienceDaily article &lt;a href="http://talentdevelop.com/articles/OBACMGH.html" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: none; "&gt;Odd Behavior And Creativity May Go Hand-in-hand&lt;/a&gt;, which explains, “Often viewed as a hindrance, having a quirky or socially awkward approach to life may be the key to becoming a great artist, composer or inventor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 6px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;“New research on individuals with schizotypal personalities – people characterized by odd behavior and language but who are not psychotic or schizophrenic – offers the first neurological evidence that they are more creative than either normal or fully schizophrenic individuals, and rely more heavily on the right sides of their brains than the general population to access their creativity.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 6px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 6px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(don't you think that I still have a hope for being a very-normal person?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&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/9082001529692297369-5645752752065757454?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/5645752752065757454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/05/about-personality-disorder-test-results.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/5645752752065757454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/5645752752065757454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/05/about-personality-disorder-test-results.html' title='About The Personality Disorder Test Results'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-532199817968921101</id><published>2009-05-03T16:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T16:18:52.114+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>Personality Disorder Test Results</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;table width="728" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top" style="vertical-align: middle; "&gt;&lt;td width="*" style="font: normal normal normal 10pt/normal arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; "&gt;&lt;table width="100%" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" border="1" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#dddddd" style="vertical-align: middle; "&gt;&lt;td width="130" style="font: normal normal normal 10pt/normal arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disorder&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="120" style="font: normal normal normal 10pt/normal arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="*" style="font: normal normal normal 10pt/normal arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Information&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="vertical-align: middle; "&gt;&lt;td style="font: normal normal normal 10pt/normal arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Paranoid:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font: normal normal normal 10pt/normal arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; "&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font: normal normal normal 10pt/normal arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/paranoid.html" class="sm" style="font: italic normal normal 8pt/normal arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; color: rgb(102, 0, 51); "&gt;click for info&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="vertical-align: middle; "&gt;&lt;td style="font: normal normal normal 10pt/normal arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Schizoid:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font: normal normal normal 10pt/normal arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; "&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font: normal normal normal 10pt/normal arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/schizoid.html" class="sm" style="font: italic normal normal 8pt/normal arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; color: rgb(102, 0, 51); "&gt;click for info&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="vertical-align: middle; "&gt;&lt;td style="font: normal normal normal 10pt/normal arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Schizotypal:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font: normal normal normal 10pt/normal arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; "&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font: normal normal normal 10pt/normal arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/schizotypal.html" class="sm" style="font: italic normal normal 8pt/normal arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; color: rgb(102, 0, 51); "&gt;click for info&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="vertical-align: middle; "&gt;&lt;td style="font: normal normal normal 10pt/normal arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Antisocial:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font: normal normal normal 10pt/normal arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; "&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font: normal normal normal 10pt/normal arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/antisocial.html" class="sm" style="font: italic normal normal 8pt/normal arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; color: rgb(102, 0, 51); "&gt;click for info&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="vertical-align: middle; "&gt;&lt;td style="font: normal normal normal 10pt/normal arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Borderline:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font: normal normal normal 10pt/normal arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; "&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font: normal normal normal 10pt/normal arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/borderline.html" class="sm" style="font: italic normal normal 8pt/normal arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; color: rgb(102, 0, 51); "&gt;click for info&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="vertical-align: middle; "&gt;&lt;td style="font: normal normal normal 10pt/normal arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Histrionic:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font: normal normal normal 10pt/normal arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; "&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font: normal normal normal 10pt/normal arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/histrionic.html" class="sm" style="font: italic normal normal 8pt/normal arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; color: rgb(102, 0, 51); "&gt;click for info&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="vertical-align: middle; "&gt;&lt;td style="font: normal normal normal 10pt/normal arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Narcissistic:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font: normal normal normal 10pt/normal arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; "&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font: normal normal normal 10pt/normal arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/narcissistic.html" class="sm" style="font: italic normal normal 8pt/normal arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; color: rgb(102, 0, 51); "&gt;click for info&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="vertical-align: middle; "&gt;&lt;td style="font: normal normal normal 10pt/normal arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Avoidant:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font: normal normal normal 10pt/normal arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; "&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font: normal normal normal 10pt/normal arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/avoidant.html" class="sm" style="font: italic normal normal 8pt/normal arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; color: rgb(102, 0, 51); "&gt;click for info&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="vertical-align: middle; "&gt;&lt;td style="font: normal normal normal 10pt/normal arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dependent:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font: normal normal normal 10pt/normal arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; "&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0033;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font: normal normal normal 10pt/normal arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/dependent.html" class="sm" style="font: italic normal normal 8pt/normal arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; color: rgb(102, 0, 51); "&gt;click for info&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="vertical-align: middle; "&gt;&lt;td style="font: normal normal normal 10pt/normal arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Obsessive-Compulsive:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font: normal normal normal 10pt/normal arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; "&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font: normal normal normal 10pt/normal arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/ocd.html" class="sm" style="font: italic normal normal 8pt/normal arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; color: rgb(102, 0, 51); "&gt;click for info&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-532199817968921101?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/532199817968921101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/05/personality-disorder-test-results.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/532199817968921101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/532199817968921101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/05/personality-disorder-test-results.html' title='Personality Disorder Test Results'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-3301637056226953696</id><published>2009-05-03T13:59:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T14:33:00.710+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>It Is In Front of My Nose</title><content type='html'>today is Sunday.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a super-shiny Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I have to face a biology exam tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and right now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sitting in front of my PC, and let anyhing out of my mind, and post them here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and they are nothing. that is mean I have nothing in my mind. I am so blank.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so now you can understand how insane I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now I have nothing to do. I know I have to study. I know that I have to grab my biology book, open it, and read it all over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over -- stop it, Afi. grumbling can't make you smarter than now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't stand being a senior high student. I can't stand having tests which is too difficult to me. I can't stand facing the fact that I have a very-bad scores in my report card.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok. back to our topic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;are you ready for the exams week?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-3301637056226953696?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/3301637056226953696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-is-in-front-of-my-nose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/3301637056226953696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/SfurzYfcaBI/AAAAAAAAAHc/SnrZUVX0P5g/s1600-h/Picture+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bagi penggemar Manohara Pinot dan pengikut setia gossip-gossip tentang dirinya, bacalah hasil scan saya ini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/SfurzYfcaBI/AAAAAAAAAHc/SnrZUVX0P5g/s1600-h/Picture+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/SfurzYfcaBI/AAAAAAAAAHc/SnrZUVX0P5g/s400/Picture+022.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331043483159128082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;klik untuk melihat lebih jelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cukup mengejutkan ketika saya membuka koran Kompas, di hari Sabtu yang cerah, sambil sarapan, tiba-tiba mata saya tertarik untuk membaca surat yang bertandatangan pengacara terkenal. apakah ini hanyalah sebuah trik dari negeri Kelantan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-7333485162149705461?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/7333485162149705461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/05/dari-raja-kelantan-untuk-penggemar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/7333485162149705461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/7333485162149705461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/05/dari-raja-kelantan-untuk-penggemar.html' title='Dari Raja Kelantan Untuk Penggemar Manohara Pinot'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/SfurzYfcaBI/AAAAAAAAAHc/SnrZUVX0P5g/s72-c/Picture+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-7796104984135585129</id><published>2009-05-01T21:07:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T21:07:31.101+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>A Wish</title><content type='html'>Tuhan, kumohon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tutuplah mulut orang itu untuk selamanya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-7796104984135585129?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/7796104984135585129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/05/wish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/7796104984135585129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/7796104984135585129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/05/wish.html' title='A Wish'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-1235981607476911360</id><published>2009-05-01T17:05:00.008+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T17:19:54.424+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Random Photos pt.1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/SfrKmAJ0QFI/AAAAAAAAAHE/56VvPayu0kA/s1600-h/DSC00136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/SfrKmAJ0QFI/AAAAAAAAAHE/56VvPayu0kA/s400/DSC00136.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330795863171416146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;makam kucing saya, si Gendut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/SfrKE0fL4oI/AAAAAAAAAG0/l0bXL5WaQpU/s400/DSC00137.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330795293104136834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;perbesaran batu nisan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/SfrLM7eYvWI/AAAAAAAAAHM/kgMjs-3hoxY/s1600-h/DSC00138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/SfrLM7eYvWI/AAAAAAAAAHM/kgMjs-3hoxY/s400/DSC00138.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330796531930414434" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;kegigihan yang amat sangat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/SfrKmAJ0QFI/AAAAAAAAAHE/56VvPayu0kA/s1600-h/DSC00136.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/SfrKmAJ0QFI/AAAAAAAAAHE/56VvPayu0kA/s1600-h/DSC00136.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/SfrL61k9CeI/AAAAAAAAAHU/u-CFD1R0bxY/s1600-h/DSC00142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/SfrL61k9CeI/AAAAAAAAAHU/u-CFD1R0bxY/s400/DSC00142.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330797320621328866" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;menyempil di jalanan super padat di kawasan elite (Tebet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/9082001529692297369-1235981607476911360?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/1235981607476911360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/05/random-photos-pt1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/1235981607476911360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/1235981607476911360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/05/random-photos-pt1.html' title='Random Photos pt.1'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/SfrKmAJ0QFI/AAAAAAAAAHE/56VvPayu0kA/s72-c/DSC00136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-9058355055621655659</id><published>2009-05-01T16:50:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T16:53:58.837+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>Twitter</title><content type='html'>ya, saya baru membuat account Twitter sambil menyuap segelas Danone Yoghurt Vanila seharga Rp 1800,-. jadi inilah alamat web saya. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;https://twitter.com/tsurayya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;follow saya ya hahahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-9058355055621655659?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/9058355055621655659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/05/twitter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/9058355055621655659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/9058355055621655659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/05/twitter.html' title='Twitter'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-542186556993804745</id><published>2009-04-30T18:36:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T18:36:45.460+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>Migrain</title><content type='html'>entah kenapa saya terserang migrain minggu ini. dan selalu kepala sebelah kiri yang sakit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apa otak saya terdapat endapan karena Qc lebih dari Ksp? apakah kepala saya mengalami proses isotermal? mungkin karena kondisi kejiwaan saya berada di titik stasioner atau bahkan dalam keadaan selalu turun dimana X &lt; 0? mungkinkah ini gejala penyakit meningitis, yaitu penyakit yang menyerang selaput otak sehingga kepala saya terasa seperti habis dijedukin di dinding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hanya Tuhan yang tahu, kawan, hanya Tuhan yang tahu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-542186556993804745?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/542186556993804745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/04/migrain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/542186556993804745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/542186556993804745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/04/migrain.html' title='Migrain'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-4924894391196019121</id><published>2009-04-30T16:05:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T16:21:04.727+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my sketch'/><title type='text'>Sketch pt.1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/Sflq6mJe0pI/AAAAAAAAAGM/8lb0H_NOTaM/s1600-h/Picture+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 152px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/Sflq6mJe0pI/AAAAAAAAAGM/8lb0H_NOTaM/s320/Picture+019.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330409188874965650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;undangan orang tua yang saya ubah amplopnya dengan semena-mena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-style: italic; font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);  font-style: normal; font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/SflrdLzKIgI/AAAAAAAAAGU/89bdDpU0TlY/s320/Picture+020.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330409783097434626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;akhir hidup sang Manohara Pinot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);  font-style: italic;font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);  font-style: normal; font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/SflsMuzqn0I/AAAAAAAAAGc/YuFhMVfDj1M/s320/Picture+021.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330410599948656450" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;gadis ini pun akhirnya menjadi setan (namun tetap cantik)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;ya, saya tau bahwa gambar saya emang agak freak. tapi saya lagi seneng sama efek-efek darah. kesannya dramatis gimanaaa gitu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;to be continue........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/9082001529692297369-4924894391196019121?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/4924894391196019121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/04/sketch-pt1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/4924894391196019121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/4924894391196019121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/04/sketch-pt1.html' title='Sketch pt.1'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/Sflq6mJe0pI/AAAAAAAAAGM/8lb0H_NOTaM/s72-c/Picture+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-1245882612527600307</id><published>2009-04-30T14:16:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T14:16:53.654+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>The More The Merrier</title><content type='html'>saat ini, saat saya sedang memencet-mencet tombol hape saya ini (saya sedang mobile-blogging), saya sedang belajar pepekaen. terlalu membosankan, saudara-saudara. saya pengen secepatnya melepas pantat saya dari STUHL ini, mengangkat tangan saya dari SCHREIBTISCH ini, ambil SPORTTASSE saya dan segera enyah dari kelas yang HELL ini (both english and german translation).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya sudah lama gak posting. saya bener2 sibuk belajar (ahahaha ketawa aja gak papa), baru masuk langsung santer diberitakan adanya ulangan-ulangan, contohnya kimia, biologi, fisika (hell yeah, besok, JUMAT INI, saya remedial), dan hari ini saya baru ulangan deutsch. grrraaaaaahhh!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doakan semoga saya masih utuh sehat walafiat selamat sampai di rumah, setelah mengerjakan fisika &amp; segala tetek-bengek agama Islam yang segunung itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kayaknya saya bakal cabut deh pas agama. ada yang mau ikut?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-1245882612527600307?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/1245882612527600307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/04/more-merrier.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/1245882612527600307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/1245882612527600307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/04/more-merrier.html' title='The More The Merrier'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-8646733040541819576</id><published>2009-04-25T17:50:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T17:57:40.316+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>Live</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;people laughing, people crying, babies born and old men dying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;the endless circle turns another turn,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ever changing - colours blending,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;no beginning - without ending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;we live and learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;forgetting what we learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;is it right or is it wrong for us to sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;and who's the song for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;the endless circle turns another turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;is it wrong or is it right for us to fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;and what we fight for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;we live and learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;forgetting what we learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;loving, hating, joy and sorrow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;yesterday, today, and tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;the endless circle turns another turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;like a mist upon a mountain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;like a never-ending fountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;we live and learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;forgetting what we learn...........&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/9082001529692297369-8646733040541819576?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/8646733040541819576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/04/live.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/8646733040541819576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/8646733040541819576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/04/live.html' title='Live'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-6523699225058704068</id><published>2009-04-25T17:05:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T17:47:13.896+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>Destiny</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Di suatu masa ketika manusia sibuk pada dirinya sendiri, ada sebuah peri kecil yang sedang kebingungan. ia adalah seorang peri kecil yang sangat biasa dan tidak istimewa diantara peri-peri lainnya. bahkan, keberadaannya pun dilupakan oleh sesama peri, apalagi manusia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;peri kecil ini sedang bingung karena ternyata dia sedang jatuh cinta. hal yang tidak aneh memang, jika jatuh cinta dapat membuat bingung. tetapi hal yang dihadapi peri ini sungguh berbeda. ia jatuh cinta pada bangsa iblis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;mengapa peri kecil ini dapat jatuh cinta pada sang iblis? suatu kali sang iblis mendekatinya. awalnya, peri kecil tak ada perasaan apapun terhadap sang iblis. sampai akhirnya mereka menjadi dekat dan sang peri kecil akhirnya tahu bahwa sang iblis sangat mencintainya. hal ini membuat peri kecil menjadi istimewa di mata sang iblis, dan juga membuat peri kecil merasa sangat tersanjung. lama kelamaan peri kecilpun jatuh cinta pada sang iblis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;hari demi hari berlalu dengan diikuti oleh kedekatan mereka. mereka berdua mulai nyaman antara satu sama lain. tetapi, si peri kecil mulai gelisah. mereka tidak berimbang. peri kecil dengan segala keanggunan dan sosok yang suci, sedangkan sang iblis dengan segala kejahatan dirinya dan lingkungannya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;si peri kecil berpikir, "orang baik akan berjodoh dengan yang baik pula, sedangkan seorang yang jahat akan mendapatkan jodoh yang jahat pula," begitulah kata teman-temannya kepadanya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;peri kecil memutar otak agar mereka dapat sejajar dan akhirnya bersanding secara sah. setelah sekian lama merenung, dia menemukan suatu cara. dia akan berusaha membuat dirinya sejajar dengan sang iblis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;tapi langkah pertama saja sudah membuatnya kesulitan. dan hal ini memunculkan keraguan pada dirinya, apakah ia akan benar-benar melakukan cara ini?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;akhirnya, dengan kebulatan tekad, ia yakin akan melakukannya. pertama-tama, ia menghancurkan kedua sayap yang dimilikinya. setelah tak lagi memiliki sayap, ia tidak lagi seorang peri yang suci. ia hanyalah seorang makhluk yang tak jelas jenisnya. kemudian tahap kedua, ia akan memakai pakaian iblis. ia berharap dengan begitu dapat menjadi belahan jiwa bagi sang iblis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;sampai pada akhirnya sang iblis mengetahui bahwa peri kecilnya telah berusaha mati-matian menjadi iblis demi dirinya. hal yang di luar perkiraan adalah bahwa sang iblis berubah drastis pada sikap yang ditujukan pada si peri kecil. secara terang-terangan ia menjadi sangat membenci si peri kecil malang. sang iblis berpikir bahwa peri kecil itu bodoh dan tak ada lagi kelebihan atau daya tarik pada peri itu. sang iblis merasa bahwa si peri kecil tidaklah berharga lagi untuk dicintainya. ia bukanlah kesayangan sang iblis lagi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;di pihak lain, si peri kecil yang telah mengetahui bahwa cintanya menolaknya mentah-mentah, sangatlah sedih. ia tidak menyangka kenapa semuanya jadi begini. ia tidak pernah berpikir bahwa sang iblis jadi kehilangan minat padanya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;dia baru menyadari bahwa iblis tetaplah iblis yang memiliki hati busuk. semudah itu membenci dan mencampakkan dirinya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;dan ternyata setelah ia merenung, ia sadar bahwa harga dirinya juga telah hilang saat ia merusak sayapnya.&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/9082001529692297369-6523699225058704068?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/6523699225058704068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/04/destiny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/6523699225058704068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/6523699225058704068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/04/destiny.html' title='Destiny'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-4794862484521990125</id><published>2009-04-24T10:44:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T11:15:05.898+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love life'/><title type='text'>Njut</title><content type='html'>guten tag.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hari ini saya bikin nasi tim. saya gak tau bahasa inggrisnya apa, yang jelas intinya adalah nasi yang dikukus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;selagi nunggu si nasi tim mateng, saya online sebentar. sambil posting juga. sambil liat facebook juga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saya ngeliat profile si Njut juga. gak tau ada angin apa, saya pengen ngeliat dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;statusnya: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;and the reason is you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saya gak ngerti apa dia lagi nyanyi atau emang itu yang ada di pikiran dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tapi saya sedih. saya berpikir sesuatu yang gak akan jadi nyata. lagi lagi lagi dan lagi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bodoh banget ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;orang yang gak kenal dia mungkin bakal bertanya: apa kelebihan dia?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kelebihannya sangatlah tidak kasat mata, bodoh. jangan dilihat dengan mata, tapi pakai hati dan otak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saya gak pernah ketemu orang yang lebih ramah dari dia. sikapnya bikin orang (yang berinteraksi dengan dia) ngerasa deket dan dihargai. anaknya juga super-supel dan seneng bercanda, bisa juga diajak curhat. dia punya aura yang bikin dia disayang semua orang. termasuk saya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;awalnya saya cuma sayang sama dia. sayaaaaaang banget, karena dia bisa jadi kakak cowok yang baik buat saya (saya anak sulung).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dan dia menganggap saya sebagai teman baiknya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Njut,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;pada saatnya nanti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;kebaikanmu akan membunuhku tanpa kau sadari.&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/9082001529692297369-4794862484521990125?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/4794862484521990125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/04/njut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/4794862484521990125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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blog punya Erin, temen sekelas saya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kata dia, ada peer kimia. di kertas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;emang ada ya?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kayaknya libur seminggu membuat otak saya membodoh secara sementara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;atau membodoh permanen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bodo ah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-19060299598206084?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/19060299598206084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/04/pr-kimia.html#comment-form' title='0 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tag!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saya baru aja menambahkan Mixpod di blog saya, karena baru dibuat, jadi playlist-nya masih dikit banget. belum kepikiran mau nambah apa. mungkin akan saya tambah, kalau saya inget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saya lagi suka dengan Halo dan Ave Maria-nya Beyonce. tapi saya agak takut dengan Ave Maria. apakah lagu itu adalah lagu gereja? apakah saya akan berdosa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;walaupun saya mikir gitu, tetep aja saya terusin nyanyinya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-1788224053426028404?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/1788224053426028404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/04/mixpod.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/1788224053426028404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/1788224053426028404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/04/mixpod.html' title='Mixpod'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-648810427674121860</id><published>2009-04-22T11:16:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T11:38:23.015+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earth'/><title type='text'>Happy Earth Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/Se6bAIyPKcI/AAAAAAAAAFM/AOR4FCcqbgE/s1600-h/earth_day_logo_2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 297px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/Se6bAIyPKcI/AAAAAAAAAFM/AOR4FCcqbgE/s320/earth_day_logo_2009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327365835886373314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;selamat hari bumi, planetku tercinta. semoga panjang umur, sehat selalu, murah rezeki (?), gak gampang marah, dan selalu dalam lindungan Tuhan yang Maha Esa, amin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sebagai playlist hari ini, mari kita dengarkan lagu ini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Heal The World - Michael Jackson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" bordercolor="#111111" width="95%" id="AutoNumber6" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="left" class="NormalText" style="font-size: 8pt; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;There's A Place In &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Your Heart &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;And I Know That It Is Love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;And This Place Could &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Be Much &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Brighter Than Tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;And If You Really Try &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;You'll Find There's No Need &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;To Cry &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;In This Place You'll Feel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;There's No Hurt Or Sorrow &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;There Are Ways &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;To Get There &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;If You Care Enough &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;For The Living &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Make A Little Space &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Make A Better Place... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Heal The World &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Make It A Better Place &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;For You And For Me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;And The Entire Human Race &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;There Are People Dying &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;If You Care Enough &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;For The Living &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Make A Better Place &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;For You And For Me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;If You Want To Know Why &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;There's A Love That &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Cannot Lie &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Love Is Strong &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;It Only Cares For &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Joyful Giving &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;If We Try &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;We Shall See &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;In This Bliss &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;We Cannot Feel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Fear Or Dread &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;We Stop Existing And &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Start Living &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Then It Feels That Always &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Love's Enough For &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Us Growing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;So Make A Better World &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Make A Better World... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Heal The World &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Make It A Better Place &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;For You And For Me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;And The Entire Human Race &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;There Are People Dying &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;If You Care Enough &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;For The Living &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Make A Better Place &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;For You And For Me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;And The Dream We Were &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Conceived In &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Will Reveal A Joyful Face &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;And The World We &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Once Believed In &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Will Shine Again In Grace &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Then Why Do We Keep &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Strangling Life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Wound This Earth &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Crucify Its Soul &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Though It's Plain To See &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;This World Is Heavenly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Be God's Glow &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;We Could Fly So High &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Let Our Spirits Never Die &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;In My Heart &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I Feel You Are All &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;My Brothers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Create A World With &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;No Fear &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Together We'll Cry &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Happy Tears &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;See The Nations Turn &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Their Swords &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Into Plowshares &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;We Could Really Get There &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;If You Cared Enough &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;For The Living &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Make A Little Space &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;To Make A Better Place... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Heal The World &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Make It A Better Place &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;For You And For Me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;And The Entire Human Race &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;There Are People Dying &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;If You Care Enough &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;For The Living &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Make A Better Place &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;For You And For Me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Heal The World &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Make It A Better Place &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;For You And For Me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;And The Entire Human Race &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;There Are People Dying &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;If You Care Enough &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;For The Living &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Make A Better Place &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;For You And For Me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Heal The World &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Make It A Better Place &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;For You And For Me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;And The Entire Human Race &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;There Are People Dying &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;If You Care Enough &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;For The Living &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Make A Better Place &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;For You And For Me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;There Are People Dying &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;If You Care Enough &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;For The Living &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Make A Better Place &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;For You And For Me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;There Are People Dying &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;If You Care Enough &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;For The Living &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Make A Better Place &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;For You And For Me &lt;br 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-449745931091403617</id><published>2009-04-21T13:12:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T14:17:46.659+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Antara Aku, STIS, dan Astronomi ITB</title><content type='html'>guten tag semuanya....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;di hari selasa yang amat sangat cerah ini, akhirnya saya bisa nge-post lagi. kemarin saya terlalu teler, sampai saya gak sanggup mengangkat pantat (karena terlalu berat) dari tempat tidur dan beranjak ke meja komputer. ya, saya memang terkena sakit 'kurang tidur' dari kecil. mau selama apapun saya tidur, saya selalu dianggap 'kurang tidur'oleh orang-orang di sekitar saya. apa gara-gara tampang saya yang beler atau karena kantong mata saya yang udah bold banget, masih kurang jelas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kemarin, kira-kira jam setengah 5 sore, saat saya sedang tidur siang di kamar ibu saya, tiba-tiba di sebelah bantal yang saya pakai ada bungkusan plastik Carrefour. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kayaknya sebelum gue tidur gak ada deh nih bungkusan, &lt;/span&gt;pikir saya saat itu. maka saya bukalah plastik tersebut, ternyata sebuah bundelan fotokopian. saya mangap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;KUMPULAN SOAL DAN PEMBAHASAN UJIAN MASUK STIS TAHUN 1999-2002 PLUS SOAL-SOAL TAMBAHAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what the hell?!?!?!?!?! dari mana asal tetek bengek tersebut saya ketahui setelah ibu saya masuk ke kamarnya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ibu(I)&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: ayo bangun, solat asar dulu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saya (S)&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: bentar bentar bentar, nih kertas darimana asalnya bu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;: iya, itu dari Reza (kakak temen saya, red.), kan kemaren dia ikut ujian STIS tapi gak lulus, jadi ibu mintain buat kamu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;: .................................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;buat yang belum tau apakah itu STIS, itu adalah singkatan dari Sekolah Tinggi Ilmu Statistik yang berada di jalan Otto Iskandar Dinata, Jakarta Timur. sekolah dengan seragam, punya ikatan dinas dengan pemerintah. bisa langsung jadi PNS walaupun masih belom lulus kuliahnya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;inilah foto STIS tersebut:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/Se1qFYWujjI/AAAAAAAAAE8/iO_M0w2I2lo/s1600-h/stis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/Se1qFYWujjI/AAAAAAAAAE8/iO_M0w2I2lo/s320/stis.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327030574918831666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sebenernya sih sekolahnya bagus, dengan kelebihan yang tadi saya sebutkan bisa membuat orang tergiur. tapi sungguh saya MALEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS banget masuk ke sana (walaupun agak sedikit tergiur sih), tapi apa boleh daya, ibu saya mengharap saya masuk ke sana. ya liat aja nanti deh bu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saya sudah melihat soal-soalnya, dan jujur saya makin MALEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS ngerjainnya. saya pikir, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'ah ginian doang.'&lt;/span&gt; tapi pikiran saya berubah jadi&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'anjrit apaan nih?!'&lt;/span&gt; soal nomor 1 aja udah main logika. saya yang logiknya sering gak jalan sih udah nyerah duluan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;dari 50 orang siswa sebuah SMU 20 orang diantaranya gemar olahraga, sedangkan diantara penggemar olahraga terdapat 5 orang siswa yang juga gemar bermain musik. jika ternyata diketahui juga 12 orang siswa di kelas itu gemar kedua-duanya, maka banyaknya penggemar musik di kelas itu adalah:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;a. 15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;b. 18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;c. 20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;d. 23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ada yang bisa ngajarin saya? helepppppp......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saya sejujurnya gak pernah kepikiran pengen masuk STIS. dari dulu saya suka dengan hal-hal yang berbau 'luar angkasa' atau sesuatu yang ada hubungannya dengan pelajaran menggambar. maka dari itu saya sangat sangat sangat ingin masuk Astronomi ITB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/Se1twnXjgaI/AAAAAAAAAFE/vnLXVj5nTpA/s320/astrophysics.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327034616218091938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 298px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so sad, keinginan saya itu tidak didukung oleh orangtua saya, diremehkan oleh orang-orang di sekitar saya, dan pada akhirnya saya gak bisa melakukan apapun kecuali membuktikan bahwa saya bisa masuk ke sana. dengan kekuatan saya sendiri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mungkin yang ada di dalam pikiran orang-orang yang meremehkan tujuan hidup saya tersebut adalah: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"LO GAK ADA SEUJUNG UPILNYA **********!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; hal yang saya bintang-bintang itu adalah seorang siswi (yang juga teman saya) jagoan astronomi di sekolah saya, yang sudah berkali-kali memenangkan lomba OSN astronomi internasional, yang sudah mendapat beasiswa sampai S3, yang masuk dalam jajaran manusia dengan ranking tertinggi se-angkatan, dan orang yang gak mau masuk fakultas astronomi di universitas manapun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dan saya?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ulangan remed terus, OSN astronomi cuma sampai sebatas sekolah (gak sampai tingkat jakarta selatan apalagi provinsi), boro-boro dapet beasiswa. tapi saya &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;bener-bener pengen masuk Astronomi ITB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saya sama sekali gak menyalahkan temen saya itu, gak sama sekali. anggaplah ini hanya salah satu bentuk ke-iri-an saya terhadap dia. lagian, siapa sih yang gak iri sedikit pun sama dia?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ya, saya tau kok apa yang dipikirkan oleh orang tua atau saudara-saudara sekalian. takdir ya takdir aja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tapi,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;usaha sungguh-sungguh juga bisa ngerubah takdir kan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-449745931091403617?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/Se1qFYWujjI/AAAAAAAAAE8/iO_M0w2I2lo/s72-c/stis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-1448473563328449984</id><published>2009-04-20T02:11:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T03:20:02.058+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hobby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>The International</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;guten abend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saya sedang mengalami insomnia yang amat parah, saudara-saudara sekalian. saya baru tidur jam 10 malam dan terbangun jam 12 malam lebih sedikit, tak bisa tidur kembali. sebenarnya saya online untuk memunculkan rasa kantuk saya, tapi sampai sekarang saya masih segar bugar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kemarin, tepatnya tanggal 19 April 2009, saya dan keluarga saya jalan-jalan ke Plaza Semanggi. sebenarnya kami sudah ke sana seminggu atau 2 minggu yang lalu (saya agak lupa, tapi sepertinya minggu lalu) tapi kami belum kapok atau bosan ke sana, selain tidak terlalu banyak orang alay, lagipula Plaza Semanggi adalah salah satu pusat perbelanjaan yang paling dekat dengan rumah saya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kami berangkat dari rumah jam setengah 11, dan tentu saja saat saya datang ke sana suasananya belum ramai. tempat yang kami kunjungi pertama kali adalah Game Master, sejenis Timezone. Setelah menghabiskan uang Rp 110.000,- selama 1 jam, kami bergegas ke lantai 3A, dan naik eskalator ke Semanggi 21.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sesampainya disana, kami agak bingung mau nonton apa. ada 3 film, theatre 1: Knowing; theatre 2: The International; theatre 3: Fast and Furious. kami memilih theatre 2, karena 2 alasan. 1: kami sudah nonton Knowing minggu lalu; 2: kami tidak begitu suka nonton Fast and Furious, nanti yang ada kami napsu pingin kebut-kebutan, dan berakhir dengan naas (ditilang polisi).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saat saya ingin membeli tiket, mbak-mbak penjaganya bilang:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Filmnya sudah mulai 5 menit yang lalu.....&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;akhirnya saya membeli tiket untuk jam setengah 3. sambil menunggu 2 jam, kami sholat Dzuhur di lantai 7A, lalu makan di burger king. saking laparnya, saya memesan Triple BBQ Beefacon (yumm!), 1 lemon tea, dan 1 regular Fries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/Set9aM6F09I/AAAAAAAAAEA/NC8Zcmlv5hM/s1600-h/burger_king_complete.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 195px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/Set9aM6F09I/AAAAAAAAAEA/NC8Zcmlv5hM/s320/burger_king_complete.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326488873390691282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;BBQ Beefacon yang naas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;hmmmmmmm...... sampai sekarang saya masih bisa membayangkan (dan merasakan) keju yang meleleh, bacon yang garing, saus yang gurih, sampai rotinya yang empuk. hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;aduh, saya ngeces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;sesudah dari Burger King, kami langsung ke bioskop, karena gak mau telat lagi. tapi, karena kecepetan, kami mampir ke tempat video gamesnya, main Time Crisis. setelah kalah dengan sukses, tak lama kemudian kami pun nonton film tersebut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/Set_sLJsfiI/AAAAAAAAAEI/o70uG2YTrek/s320/97s8hs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326491381180169762" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;A suspense-action movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ceritanya lumayan bagus (karena saya suka film jenis ini), dan konfliknya cukup rumit. saya suka dengan aksen Clive Owen, terdengar unik dan lucu. sayangnya, akhir ceritanya agak inkonklusif. membuat saya bertanya-tanya, apakah perjuangan Agent Salinger (Clive Owen) membuahkan hasil atau justru sia-sia?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;saat saya menonton, banyak ditayangkan trailer-trailer film yang akan diputar. dan saya menyadari banyak sekali film-film yang masuk daftar PR. contohnya adalah film-film ini:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/SeuEhbN2CzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/p0Wnj1X2VwE/s320/duplicity_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326496694072118066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/SeuF0uj1rKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/LgtpgajZqFM/s1600-h/transformers-revenge-of-the-fallen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/SeuF0uj1rKI/AAAAAAAAAEo/LgtpgajZqFM/s320/transformers-revenge-of-the-fallen.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326498125193784482" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/SeuF0dp5xsI/AAAAAAAAAEg/fDAJP1SZ7qY/s1600-h/the-reader-poster1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/SeuF0dp5xsI/AAAAAAAAAEg/fDAJP1SZ7qY/s320/the-reader-poster1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326498120655816386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/SeuF0DtoPZI/AAAAAAAAAEY/4yZvFdus4_w/s1600-h/new-terminator-salvation-poster.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/SeuF0DtoPZI/AAAAAAAAAEY/4yZvFdus4_w/s320/new-terminator-salvation-poster.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326498113692122514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;banyak juga ya? dan saya baru menyadari bahwa Clive Owen juga main di Duplicity. wow, apakah dia sedang naik daun?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;okelah, segitu dulu aja. sebenernya saya menghentikan segala cuap-cuap saya saat ini karena saya masih SEGAR BUGAR!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ada yang mau kirimin obat tidur?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-1448473563328449984?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/1448473563328449984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/04/international.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/1448473563328449984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/1448473563328449984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/04/international.html' title='The International'/><author><name>Tsurayya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296690823362114098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/Set9aM6F09I/AAAAAAAAAEA/NC8Zcmlv5hM/s72-c/burger_king_complete.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-1727141880602725412</id><published>2009-04-19T17:42:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T17:56:50.924+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;"The purpose of our lives is to be happy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Dalai Lama)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;"God will never give you anything you can't handle, so don't stress."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Kelly Clarkson)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;"People are just about as happy as they make up their minds to be."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Abraham Lincoln)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;"To the world you might be one person, but to one person you might mean the world."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Anonymous)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VMNdCfLeHlE/So44dUO-qbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/111b39RE4gM/S220/DSC00211.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9082001529692297369.post-8741926148215242169</id><published>2009-04-18T11:17:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T11:50:10.831+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hobby'/><title type='text'>Saturday</title><content type='html'>guten tag.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sangat menyenangkan bila kita bisa melakukan sesuatu yang kita sukai, hal positif tentunya, tanpa ada yang merecoki atau menggangu. seperti sekarang. ya, i do love browsing. dan saat ini tidak ada orang yang bisa mencegah saya melakukannya. ayah saya bekerja, ibu saya lagi shopping sebentar entah kemana. nenek saya di kamar, adik saya ketiduran. sekarang saya sedang latihan mengetik tanpa melihat keyboard. bedanya, saya hanya bisa memakai sebanyak-banyaknya 6 jari (telunjuk, jari tengah, jari manis dari masing-masing tangan). dan bisa dibayangkan bagaimana susahnya, pembaca sekalian. untuk bisa mengetik 8 kata saja butuh waktu 10 menit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oke, saya menyerah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mengenai kesehatan saya, sebenarnya saya belum tahu apakah saya itu sudah mendingan atau malah tambah barah. sepertinya sudah agak mendingan, tapi radang tenggorokannya makin menjadi. damn, padahal saya pingin makan es tungtung (itu lho, es yang kalau lewat bunyinya tung-tung-tung).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;get well soon, diriku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mungkin anda tidak tahu kalau saya mengetik tulisan ini dengan waktu yang cukup lama. tombol T, A, dan space-nya sudah membandel. tombol-tombol lain juga harus ditekan agak keras. mungkin banyak debu yang menempel. pingin dibersihkan, tapi saya tidak tahu caranya. jadi saya biarkan saja. saking parahnya keyboard saya, ayah saya sampai berpikir, "ah, besok-besok ayah beli deh keyboard baru." walaupun bilang begitu, saya tidak bisa langsung senang dan berharap akan segera dibelikan. karena ayah saya orangnya tergantung mood. kalau mood-nya lagi bagus, barang yang gak begitu penting bakal dibelikan. tapi kalau mood-nya lagi jelek, barang kebutuhan yang mendesak pun ditanggapi dengan dingin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saat ini saya sedang merancang gambar-gambar atau wallpaper yang saya buat sendiri. tentu saja, dengan bantuan software terkenal Adobe Photoshop. sebelum saya kelas dua, bahkan sebelum saya semester dua ini, saya benar-benar buta dengan software ini. hanya bisa dipelototi setelah dibuka. tapi setelah ada pelajaran photoshop di kelas TIK, saya sudah tidak benar-benar buta. sedikit katarak mungkin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;browsing memang benar-benar mengasyikkan. saya mencari gambar-gambar dengan background putih, biar gampang mengeditnya. mungkin saya akan post gambar-gambar yang saya buat, hopefully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: -webkit-monospace; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;tschüss!!!&lt;/span&gt;&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/9082001529692297369-8741926148215242169?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/8741926148215242169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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mengerti apa maksudnya. sebenarnya ada sisi filosofis mengapa saya membuat tagline&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; hide and seek&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;selama saya hidup di dunia, sampai saat ini, saya sering bermain petak umpet. bukan seperti 'petak umpet' yang menjadi mindset di kebanyakan pikiran manusia, tapi lebih kepada 'bersembunyi dari kenyataan'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;selama hidup ini, saya sering bermain petak umpet dengan orang-orang di sekitar saya. petak umpet dengan Pak Sugiyanto (lari dari pelajaran olahraga), dengan Ms. Desi (lari dari tugas essay, berharap bakal sakit dan ternyata &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;beneran&lt;/span&gt; jadi sakit), dengan ibu saya (lari dari tugas rumah), dengan Njut (lari dari kenyataan bahwa &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dia bukanlah milik saya&lt;/span&gt;), dan lain-lain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sampai akhirnya, saya bersembunyi dari diri saya sendiri.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;itulah kenyataannya. saya bersembunyi dari kenyataan-kenyataan pahit yang ada dalam diri saya, bahwa saya bukanlah orang yang sempurna untuk orang-orang yang saya sayangi, dan sampai saat ini saya masih menolak keberadaan diri saya yang seperti ini.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saya sangat sayang orang-orang tersebut. orangtua, saudara, keluarga, sahabat, teman, bahkan pacar. dan saya ingin menjadi orang yang begitu sempurna, begitu tepat untuk mereka, sampai tanpa sadar saya menjauhi diri saya yang sebenarnya, diri saya yang asli, dan memakai kepribadian lain untuk berinteraksi dengan mereka. pada dasarnya, saya adalah seorang semi-multiple personalities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dan saya butuh waktu untuk membangun kepribadian saya yang utuh. walau hanya satu menit, satu hari, satu bulan, satu tahun, atau bahkan seumur hidup saya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tapi sampai kapan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9082001529692297369-6271478233572550602?l=zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/feeds/6271478233572550602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zwolftenaugust.blogspot.com/2009/04/about-new-header.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9082001529692297369/posts/default/6271478233572550602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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