<?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-1075088061596006055</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:52:37.878-08:00</updated><category term='shoes'/><category term='movie'/><category term='experience'/><category term='music'/><category term='travel'/><category term='school'/><category term='photos'/><category term='personal'/><category term='books'/><category term='tv show'/><title type='text'>don't skip it</title><subtitle type='html'>Silly thoughts.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>110</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-7910323744286762122</id><published>2011-11-06T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T22:27:59.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Junior yearrrrr</title><content type='html'>Okay, so there's a freshman year. I was all innocent and vulnerable about being in college with no dream nor hope to achieve. Sophomore year, not really different, but at least I started to learn what I might want to be. Now's a junior year. Still the same old me. I update my blog like once or twice a year and as you can see, nothing much about me has changed. I'm 20 now, those fears of being old and having a future and a career and a marriage kinda chase me down. The question "who I really want to be" is still there, of course. But now the questions seem to expand themselves to, "where am I gonna spend the rest of my life?" "am I gonna spend it with a right person?" "do I really wanna be a working-mom?" etc etc. I've still got uhm 4-5 years to figure out, but tick tock, time does fly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-7910323744286762122?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7910323744286762122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=7910323744286762122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/7910323744286762122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/7910323744286762122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2011/11/junior-yearrrrr.html' title='Junior yearrrrr'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-5835022732558275641</id><published>2011-05-09T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T08:09:47.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>time flies</title><content type='html'>Sudah hampir berusia 20 tahun.. Rasanya tidak percaya. Baru kemarin saya berulangtahun ke 17, rasanya. Baru kemarin, di saat saya merayakan ulangtahun ke 17........................sampai gak bisa lanjutin nulis, hehe.. Yang jelas, rasanya semua hal yang sudah lama terjadi itu baru kemarin terjadi. Bulan Juni saya akan memasuki kepala dua. Jelas sudah bukan anak-anak. Bolehlah nyerempet sedikit jadi remaja, walaupun rasanya kurang pantas. Dibilang dewasa, kesannya sok tua. Serba nanggung. Dibilang tua, tapi kan saya masih belajar di universitas, belum bekerja, belum punya penghasilan. Dibilang muda, justru saya harusnya malu karena banyak yang lebih muda tetapi sudah berhasil, sudah membuat sesuatu yang berharga dalam hidupnya, sudah menginspirasi banyak orang. Sedangkan saya, siapa sih? Cuma mahasiswi biasa. Banyak gaya, malas belajar, suka sok pinter, giliran ditanya dosen jawabnya patah-patah, haha.. Standard lah kehidupan saya sekarang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya takut menghadapi masa depan, dunia nyata. Saya takut, sumpah. Bagaimana kalau semua rencana saya tidak berjalan? Bagaimana kalau saya salah melangkah? Bagaimana kalau saya salah memilih pekerjaan dan terjebak di dalamnya untuk waktu yang lama? Bagaimana kalau saya salah memilih pria untuk dijadikan suami dan terjebak...selamanya? Tidak! Saya tidak mau terjebak. Semakin menuju usia 20, semua pikiran itu semakin menghantui saya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin lebih tepatnya, harusnya sih pikiran-pikiran itu mencambuk saya agar saya bisa membuat kesalahan seminimal mungkin dalam hidup, dan selalu belajar dari kesalahan. Ya saya bukan malaikat yang bebas dari dosa dan salah, pasti dalam hidup, sekarang atau nanti, ada yang salah. Yah mari kita lihat nanti, seberapa pintarkah saya setelah bisa belajar dari kesalahan tersebut. Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-5835022732558275641?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5835022732558275641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=5835022732558275641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/5835022732558275641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/5835022732558275641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2011/05/time-flies.html' title='time flies'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-8247538109661171646</id><published>2011-05-01T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T04:21:25.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mimpi</title><content type='html'>Mari sekarang kita bicara tentang mimpi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pertama kali saya kuliah di HI, saya merasa sangat sangat salah. Salah jurusan. Saya kehilangan cita-cita. Saya ingin jadi public relation di perusahaan ternama, atau ingin jadi jurnalis. Mungkin jurusan Komunikasi lebih cocok buat saya, setidaknya itu dulu yang selalu saya pikirkan. Saya selalu terkenal memiliki ambisi besar dalam hidup, dari SD, SMP, SMA, saya selalu tahu apa yang saya inginkan dan selalu berusaha untuk mencapainya. Sayangnya, semenjak kuliah, saya merasa tidak punya ambisi. Untuk apa saya kuliah di HI? Mau jadi apa? Jadi diplomat? Ogah. Saya kurang suka bekerja dalam institusi negeri, maksudnya menjadi birokrat. Orang-orang berlomba menjadi PNS, tapi saya memang tidak pernah dididik untuk menjadi PNS. Orangtua saya selalu mendorong saya (anak-anaknya, tapi adik saya tidak pernah mendengarkan) untuk berwirausaha ketika sudah besar kelak. Menjadi diplomat memang kelihatannya keren, tapi sepertinya itu bukan dunia saya. Maka ketika pertama kali masuk HI, saat ospek di kelas ada dosen yang bertanya "Di sini berapa banyak yang mau jadi diplomat? Coba tunjuk tangan!" hampir seluruh kelas mengangkat tangannya. Rata-rata mereka masuk HI dengan alasan "pingin jadi diplomat sih" tapi pemikiran itu tidak pernah terlintas di benak saya. Lalu saya merasa salah tempat saat itu juga. "Loh, semua orang mau jadi diplomat, makanya mereka masuk HI. Lalu saya? Harus jadi apa?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kehilangan ambisi berarti kehilangan identitas. Saya belajar giat, lalu saya pikir, buat apa? Saya akhirnya berprinsip, yasudahlah, cita-cita bisa dipikir nanti. Sekarang nilai harus tinggi dulu, biar cita-cita mengikuti. Que sera sera. Future's not ours to see, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sedikit demi sedikit saya membuka pikiran saya. Selama kuliah, saya menjadi tahu bahwa aktor yang berperan dalam hubungan internasional bukan hanya negara (yang biasanya diwakili oleh diplomat). Ada banyak aktor lain, misalnya organisasi internasional, non-governmental organization (NGO), individu, dan perusahaan multinasional alias MNC. Wow, saya terkejut sekaligus merasa sedikit tercerahkan. Masa depan begitu luas rupanya. Saya tidak harus jadi diplomat hanya karena saya kuliah di HI! Yeay! Oke, masalah pertama terselesaikan. Namun, harus jadi apakah saya kelak? Semakin saya menekuni ilmu HI, saya semakin paham bahwa isu yang dibahas dalam dunia internasional itu bermacam-macam. Ada isu politik, keamanan, ekonomi, budaya, dll. Para aktor internasional yang sudah saya sebutkan sebelumnya saling berinteraksi untuk membahas dan menyelesaikan isu tersebut. Seru juga, saya pikir. Kemudian di semester ketiga, saya mendapat mata kuliah wajib yaitu Ekonomi Politik Internasional. Wow. Sangat wow. Saya menjadi sadar bahwa urusan ekonomi dan politik itu berkaitan, alangkah lebih baik bila dipandang menggunakan kedua sudut pandang tersebut. Untuk saya yang sudah mumet belajar politik, tentu mata kuliah ini memberi angin segar. Isu ekonomi dan politik saling berhubungan dan bagi anak ilmu politik seperti saya, perlu juga mempelajari ilmu ekonomi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya tertarik untuk bekerja di perusahaan multinasional. Lebih dari itu, saya berharap bisa menjadi CEO salah satu perusahaan multinasional ternama di dunia. Impian tidak boleh tanggung kan? Saya berani bermimpi besar, karena itulah yang orangtua saya ajarkan kepada saya. Bermimpi besar, lalu berusaha. Kenapa tidak? Untuk mencapai mimpi tersebut, sepertinya akan sangat cocok apabila saya meneruskan studi saya di jurusan Business Administration. Saya ingin, ingiiiiiiiiin sekali, bisa mendapat gelar MBA dari University of California, Berkeley. Berkeley menjadi universitas impian saya dari dulu, dari SMA. Hidup di Amerika Serikat juga merupakan impian saya sejak kecil. Semakin lengkap dan jelas saja mimpi saya, dulu hanya sebatas mimpi yang masih kabur, buram. Sekarang saya tahu untuk apa saya kuliah, apa yang akan saya lakukan setelah lulus, dan apa cita-cita saya. Tidak lupa, jangan pernah takut untuk bermimpi besar. Tidak ada yang melarang!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-8247538109661171646?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8247538109661171646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=8247538109661171646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/8247538109661171646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/8247538109661171646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2011/05/mimpi.html' title='Mimpi'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-1304822881104996939</id><published>2011-02-07T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T07:09:55.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still a sophomore.. Some things stay, some don't.</title><content type='html'>Kenapa gue update blog sekali doang di tiap semester? Hahaha do you guys notice that too? Well, I never meant to :p Anyway.. The 3rd semester has ended. Banyak yang berubah, banyak yang masih sama. IP gue semester ini, alhamdulillah, meningkat :) So for those who always underestimate my intellectuality.. EAT THAT SUCKER! I've got brain, you know. And my GPA's probably better than you so stop underestimate my intellectuality!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masih banyak juga yang sama. Masih ngekos di tempat yang sama. Masih belum punya kendaraan sendiri. Masih single. Hopefully things get better in the 4th semester!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was gonna talk about something else but suddenly I lost my mood, so.. See ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-1304822881104996939?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1304822881104996939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=1304822881104996939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/1304822881104996939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/1304822881104996939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2011/02/still-sophomore-some-things-stay-some.html' title='Still a sophomore.. Some things stay, some don&apos;t.'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-2833854167319331661</id><published>2010-08-15T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T22:07:19.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't believe it's already my second year in college</title><content type='html'>Okay, so, first of all, it's good to be back to blog ;p I had a lot of things going on in my mind but for some reason my thoughts wouldn't come out into words.. Things have been so surreal, and I got some heavier problems to deal with that I don't wanna share to the world...... It's been CRAZY!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then, thankfully I got words to write on my blog. This just popped out of my head: OMG it's my second year in college! Probably I have told you guys that I'm going to Gadjah Mada University, majoring International Relations (which is kinda cool.... lol) so yeah I had to move out from Jakarta to Jogja. Jogja is like this small yet beautiful town that is full of cultural heritage and stuff, yeah you foreigner tourists will loooove it so much! As for me, I didn't really like Jogja in the first place (or I still don't?) because I used to live in this big crowded city called Jakarta, but actually I'm getting comfortable living in a small town.. It's somehow peaceful, hmm Idk or maybe it's just because I'm living miles away from my mom ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So.. Second year, huh? Tough one. I gotta choose my own subjects and schedule. Thank God I can take 24 credits for this third semester, but I had some difficulties choosing my subjects. Then my Granpa helped me making the choices, yeah he rocked, love him so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I hate the most about my second year is, I still don't have a car. Big thing! BIG DEAL for me since Jogja is lack of public transportation, we don't have angkot like Jakarta has. Keep crossing my fingers, hoping God (and my parents) give me a good news by the end of the year.. Amen :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and now that I am single.. (note that!) maybe it's a good thing to find a guy in my college.. Who knows, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-2833854167319331661?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2833854167319331661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=2833854167319331661' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/2833854167319331661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/2833854167319331661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2010/08/cant-believe-its-already-my-second-year.html' title='Can&apos;t believe it&apos;s already my second year in college'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-3245513163230975399</id><published>2010-03-30T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T03:30:02.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too good to be true!</title><content type='html'>Hi there! Been a long time since my last post. What's going on? I hope you're all well. Actually I kinda feel like I lost my 'writing charm' lately. Everytime I tried to write, I got stuck. Yeah, well, now I'm trying to write again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, people, what's been going on lately?&lt;br /&gt;I'm back to Jogja to start my second semester in UGM. Things are kinda different. I'm getting lazier, sleepier, haha well.. My relationship with my boyfriend wasn't that good but now we're trying to start all over again. It's always hard to keep up with the distance but it's harder to know we gave up on that distance. I took a driving lesson and now I'm hoping my mommy &amp;amp; daddy get the Letter of Credit (L/C) so they can buy me a car. God, I desperately need a car here! Jogja is a small town where you can't count on the public transportation, they don't have angkot like other cities do, the angkot here is limited. And I don't wanna ride a motorcycle for God's sake I'd rather be in a car. I really miss Jakarta, been a month in Jogja really fed me up, I want the malls, the retail shops, the food &amp;amp; the people! All I need right now is a tiny little happiness that seems too good to be true..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-3245513163230975399?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3245513163230975399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=3245513163230975399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/3245513163230975399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/3245513163230975399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2010/03/too-good-to-be-true.html' title='Too good to be true!'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-619322444078052650</id><published>2010-01-07T08:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T08:49:49.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What perks me up the most</title><content type='html'>My college friends.&lt;br /&gt;My dorm friends.&lt;br /&gt;It's always exciting to have many new friends around you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a good time here in Jogja :----)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-619322444078052650?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/619322444078052650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=619322444078052650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/619322444078052650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/619322444078052650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-perks-me-up-most.html' title='What perks me up the most'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-3240682667292580148</id><published>2009-10-24T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T07:50:35.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, well..</title><content type='html'>I need someone to rely on.. Well okay this is too cheesy. Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-3240682667292580148?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3240682667292580148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=3240682667292580148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/3240682667292580148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/3240682667292580148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-well.html' title='Oh, well..'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-7754126694060199653</id><published>2009-10-03T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T00:42:42.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only God know why</title><content type='html'>Do I have brain?&lt;br /&gt;These f-ing assignments really got me thinking where my brain is. This is no longer the smartest-ass Noriko Adhyanti. Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-7754126694060199653?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7754126694060199653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=7754126694060199653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/7754126694060199653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/7754126694060199653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2009/10/only-god-know-why.html' title='Only God know why'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-2846354745158701867</id><published>2009-09-10T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T01:02:42.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Home</title><content type='html'>I'm going home tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't wait to be back this whole week, I kept whining how desperately I wanted to go home. Like it's the worst place ever here.&lt;br /&gt;But then I just realized how much I'm gonna miss this place! UGM, Fisipol, HI, Pogung Baru, Kaliurang, Gejayan, Resty's car, Ucup's car, Dimas' motorcycle, Laras' bike, huhuhu you guys really made my days! Plus all the guys that have been filling my days, the ones that my friends told me to put them all on the list, hahahaha.. You guys are so fun fun fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'ma be in Jkt for 2 weeks, suddenly I'm terrified, I don't want it to be boring, I wanna see my boy, my friends, family, mall &amp;amp; sushi ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope it'll be good..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-2846354745158701867?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2846354745158701867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=2846354745158701867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/2846354745158701867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/2846354745158701867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2009/09/going-home.html' title='Going Home'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-7673895051430782322</id><published>2009-09-04T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T11:03:32.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is not just another anniversary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; This is one of 'the anniversary'. This is 'one year and a half' anniversary. This is important, this has a 'one' and a 'half' on it. Jeez, this is it! This is the day and I can't see my boyfriend..&lt;br /&gt;Hu hu hu I really wanna celebrate it :'(&lt;br /&gt;I was so sensitive and moody in a very annoying way just because of this. I mean, I should see him, I should &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;meet&lt;/span&gt; him face to face not only on webcam, it's a special day and I don't wanna ruin it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-7673895051430782322?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7673895051430782322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=7673895051430782322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/7673895051430782322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/7673895051430782322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2009/09/another-anniversary.html' title='Another Anniversary'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-9119877275117897402</id><published>2009-09-02T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T08:37:17.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Days in College</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Boring.&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/1075088061596006055-9119877275117897402?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/9119877275117897402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=9119877275117897402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/9119877275117897402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/9119877275117897402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2009/09/days-in-college.html' title='Days in College'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-7793304580387315544</id><published>2009-08-30T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T07:53:42.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Chocolate and Fellas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cache.boston.com/bonzai-fba/Original_Photo/2007/10/23/1193151889_8428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 423px; height: 440px;" src="http://cache.boston.com/bonzai-fba/Original_Photo/2007/10/23/1193151889_8428.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What could be better than a cup of hot chocolate, super creamy one, with chocolate ice cake and some chit-chatty friends? Nothing. Can I get an amen?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, tonight's gonna be a sweet dream..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-7793304580387315544?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7793304580387315544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=7793304580387315544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/7793304580387315544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/7793304580387315544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2009/08/hot-chocolate-and-fellas.html' title='Hot Chocolate and Fellas!'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-6524403979030794251</id><published>2009-08-29T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T00:17:49.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost and Found</title><content type='html'>Yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;I was so thrilled I could spend the evening with The Gang, we called ourselves The Rainbow after some cheesy teenage TV series (euw, I know), we had a blast at NAV, havin' fun and doin' our best on karaoke, I was releasing all the pressure I've been in........... I called it a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I looked for my cellphone, my new but not-that-sophisticated Sony Ericsson, I couldn't find it anywhere. I lost it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried hysterically. Like I had enough of this shit, like I've never been in this shit before! Why? I mean, I'm in the middle of somewhere I barely know, I don't have many friends in my class, I hate it here, I hate it right here! I wanna go home but I don't know what home is, where home is, I'm too chicken to dare myself "let's see what we got in our new house" like it's not worse that the one before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha! Lost and found. But myself hasn't been discovered yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-6524403979030794251?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6524403979030794251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=6524403979030794251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/6524403979030794251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/6524403979030794251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2009/08/lost-and-found.html' title='Lost and Found'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-3298240538474745635</id><published>2009-08-28T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T09:57:17.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Crave!</title><content type='html'>2 mingguan di Jogja, belum juga nemu sushi '_____'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Udah sih, ada di Jakal (Jalan Kaliurang, ya oke gue hrs terbiasa dgn singkatan gaul Jogja) tapi gosipnya ga enak &amp;amp; mahal. Ogah ah gue kan anak kos, hehehe.. Thank God ada teman buddy gue (udah teman kok buddy juga? hehe nanti dijelasin) bilang ada tempat sushi yang enak di Gejayan, wow semangatlah gue &amp;amp; Aresty &amp;amp; Muti untuk survey dan testing! Hehehe cuma belum sempet sempet nih.. Lagi puasa juga, apakah mungkin mau buka puasa di sana? Let's see. Tadinya hari ini mau buka di sana tapi Dimas &amp;amp; Ucup ga suka sushi rupanya.. Ckckck adaaa ajaaa yang ga suka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crave for a yummy raw salmon sashimi! As it gets more raw, it tastes better. Awwwww!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.streetdirectory.com/stock_images/travel/simg_show/11682691150552/1/salmon_sashimi/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 386px; height: 580px;" src="http://www.streetdirectory.com/stock_images/travel/simg_show/11682691150552/1/salmon_sashimi/" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Picture from: &lt;a href="http://www.streetdirectory.com/stock_images/travel/simg_show/11682691150552/1/salmon_sashimi/"&gt;http://www.streetdirectory.com/stock_images/travel/simg_show/11682691150552/1/salmon_sashimi/) &lt;/a&gt;Cantumkan link, anti plagiarism! Hahaha FISIPOL UGM abis deeeh gueeee ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, di HI UGM ada sistem buddy, mungkin lebih mirip kayak kelompok belajar dgn 2 orang senior sebagai kakak buddy (pemandu / mentor) dan buddy ini berlaku selama 3 bulan ke depan semenjak ospek. Cool yah?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-3298240538474745635?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3298240538474745635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=3298240538474745635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/3298240538474745635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/3298240538474745635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-crave.html' title='I Crave!'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-5355761550262753899</id><published>2009-08-28T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T09:45:26.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haters don't go just like that</title><content type='html'>Being underestimated?&lt;br /&gt;Oh please. I'm way better than people think. I just don't know how to open your eyes sometimes..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-5355761550262753899?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5355761550262753899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=5355761550262753899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/5355761550262753899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/5355761550262753899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2009/08/haters-dont-go-just-like-that.html' title='Haters don&apos;t go just like that'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-3622449561119933005</id><published>2009-08-26T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T14:20:16.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My God!</title><content type='html'>HAAAAAAI hahahaha oke akhirnya gue ngepost juga. Setelah berbulan bulan ga bikin postingan baru. Gue juga bingung kenapa gue melupakan blog gue, hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaaay, gue di Jogja! Udah 3 mingguan kayanya gue menetap, demi menuntut ilmu di Universitas Gadjah Mada. Kosan gue seru, ngekos sama Dora, seberang rumah ada Rama &amp;amp; Itang, jauhan dikit ada Laras &amp;amp; Dimas. We're the gang! Oh plus satu orang teman baru bernama Ucup hahahaha.. Tiap hari selama kita ada waktu bareng, ya kita buka puasa rame rame. Kemana2 juga bareng terus hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oke gue juga udh mulai kuliah. Masuk HI bikin ngantuk kuliahnya hihihi awalnya gue juga stres berat takut gak punya temen tapi yaa gue punya temen sih beberapa, udh lumayan lah drpd gak sama sekali. The fun part is ngomong aku-kamu instead of gue-elo. Susah yee, jadi gue sih hajar aja ngmng gue-elo, ada beberapa orang yg maklum, tp ada jg yg kayak gabisa nerima gue karena gue masih ber gue-elo. Ya silahkan lah gue sih pengen ttp jd diri gue sendiri aja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaudah yaudah sekian dulu, catch ya lateeeeer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-3622449561119933005?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3622449561119933005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=3622449561119933005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/3622449561119933005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/3622449561119933005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-my-god.html' title='Oh My God!'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-3655637564929098040</id><published>2009-05-31T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T23:48:33.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hating</title><content type='html'>This is a weird but real feeling, I feel ungrateful of what I got, I really want my life back, I feel Ive got nobody on my side. No family, friends, nor boyfriend. I kinda runaway from everything lately, living in big denial and hoping someone could find me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-3655637564929098040?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3655637564929098040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=3655637564929098040' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/3655637564929098040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/3655637564929098040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2009/05/hating.html' title='Hating'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-3319307280890005464</id><published>2009-05-22T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T23:06:10.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Back</title><content type='html'>Hi,&lt;br /&gt;welcome back to myself, after a long hiatus and cursed the new internet modem (I MISS MY SPEEDY SO MUCH), I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, school holiday, everyone! Though it's only for the senior, like me, but really, this is the worst school holiday ever. Ever! Got no money on my pocket, my boyfriend is on some place that I no longer care about, my friends are busy by themselves, my mom is umroh, my little sister is a brand new teenager who keeps chatting with her so-called crush and her super lame and newborn teenagers, I'm so dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't done anything great, except for the super fun vacation in Putri Duyung Ancol with my classmates, it was FUN! At least, better than staying at home doing nothing, I did many things back there. I loooved riding a bike all day and night, swimming for hours, playing stupid cards and gotta do the dare, doing Truth and Dare with some girls (and one of them broke up with her bf in the next day.. what a pity and I was so shocked), just so fun. When I got home, the fun was fading slowly. Ended up in this stupid modem &amp;amp; can't even open my Facebook. This thing right here is so cursed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since I literally don't have any money left, please please gimme some suggestions, what should I do to stay alive in this holiday? Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-3319307280890005464?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3319307280890005464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=3319307280890005464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/3319307280890005464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/3319307280890005464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2009/05/welcome-back.html' title='Welcome Back'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-3171040576918418058</id><published>2009-04-25T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T22:14:13.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>junk food junkie!</title><content type='html'>finally I'm back to blog. my dad was out of town and got my laptop with him, it was so frustrated because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOW, I DON'T HAVE ANY ENTERTAINING DEVICES LIKE CELLPHONE, CAMERA (BROKEN!), IPOD (BROKEN!), LAPTOP, TV (NOT 24HOURS MINE!) etc. I'm so dead. &lt;/span&gt;Huuuuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I've been a junk-food-junkie recently, and it's no good. I was all about those stupid burgers and I couldn't handle it!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rkPLGz_xzk/SEGVe0YWt7I/AAAAAAAAARY/WQN90YNyM9k/s320/1003l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 275px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rkPLGz_xzk/SEGVe0YWt7I/AAAAAAAAARY/WQN90YNyM9k/s320/1003l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mikesblender.com/burger%20king_whopper%20sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://www.mikesblender.com/burger%20king_whopper%20sign.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah, been craving for those two yummies, in fact, I have eaten all of those burgers in like 2 or 3 consecutive days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always feel guilty when I eat something that I shouldn't, and try to eat something healthy just for redemption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, forgive me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-3171040576918418058?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3171040576918418058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=3171040576918418058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/3171040576918418058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/3171040576918418058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2009/04/junk-food-junkie.html' title='junk food junkie!'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__rkPLGz_xzk/SEGVe0YWt7I/AAAAAAAAARY/WQN90YNyM9k/s72-c/1003l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-4569789496411959387</id><published>2009-04-19T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T00:56:16.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UAN</title><content type='html'>Hai selamat belajar yah cup cup muah muah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~K&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-4569789496411959387?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4569789496411959387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=4569789496411959387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/4569789496411959387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/4569789496411959387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2009/04/uan.html' title='UAN'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-6473396278950331213</id><published>2009-04-08T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T23:46:29.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes It's True</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went to Jogja. I'm going to UGM - International Relations (for 90% sure!) ahirnya gue mengambil jatah gue di UGM, walopun berat hati karena NUS belum ada pengumuman, huhuhu.. Berangkat Selasa malem naik kereta, anjrit di kereta kaki gue kayak mau patah pegel banget nyeeet gabisa tidur lagi! Trs ke rumah eyang gue ahirnya ke UGM ngurus2 daftar blablabla terus sorenya pulang naik Batavia Air,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lalu menonton Jamiroquai! Asikkkkkkkkkkkk sekaleeeee hihi gue dapet tiket yg kelas D padahal, tapi tempat gue PEWE banget pas di tengah stage nya! Venue nya juga bagus banget kayak luar negri gt ada dome nya, seru lah. Opening act by Dimi, JEMPOLAAAAN! Gue suka banget sama penampilan Dimi walopun hamil tapi teteeeeep aja suaranya asik banget, ada Afgan juga waaah gue melting banget tnyata dia emg ganteng &amp;amp; suaranya asli bagus hihi terus ada Yacko juga ngocol deh kayanya dia jg hamil gt duet sama Dimi hahahaha. Pas Jaykay nya asyik sih cuma lagunya yg dibawain yg lama2 udh gt kayanya cuma bentar deh, gue sih merasa itu bentar sekali, dan kecewa banget gue lagu kesukaan gue (Too Young To Die) gak dimainin huhuuuuh :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then I went home, bought a double cheeseburg at McD first (belum makan! masuk angin) and then finally I could have a real sleep setelah semaleman gak tidur&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dan gue gak nyontreng.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-6473396278950331213?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6473396278950331213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=6473396278950331213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/6473396278950331213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/6473396278950331213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2009/04/yes-its-true.html' title='Yes It&apos;s True'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-6481622245323893056</id><published>2009-04-04T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T02:06:34.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haru Biru</title><content type='html'>Jumat 3 April 2009. Semakin malam semakin banyak yg online di contact msn gue. Pm nya jg macem2, kebanyakan sih "Bismillah" atau "Semangat" atau "Siap2". Gue pun deg2an, sama kok kayak mereka. Gue bukain hasil SIMAK UI nya Aji, karena internet Aji rusak mendadak (paniklah dia) Huffh.. Sabtu 4 April 2009 pukul 00.00, hasilnya keluar! Dan Aji gak keterima.. Huhuhu sedih gue.. Gue pun nanya2 temen2 gue. Hasilnya macem2, kebanyakan IPS yg diterima di angkatan gue, terus yg keterima D3 juga banyak. Orang pertama yg gue bangga banget tuh Bondan (entah kenapa ya) karena dia masuk Manajemen UI meeeen! Orang pertama yg gue tau keterima adalah Nanda, tapi gue udh ngira sih karena he's a genius :p Seru deh pokonya, online jam segitu. Gue sedih, banyaaaak banget, 90% anak angkatan gue, yg ikut SIMAK. Yang keterima? Gak sampe setengahnya, jauh banget malah. Huhhhh gila.. Gue jg belum dpt kuliah (gr2 nolak UGM) makanya berasa juga sedihnya mereka. Ada yg pinteeeerrrr banget, eh malah ga masuk. Ada yg gak disangka, eh keterima UI. Ckckckck... Smangat ya Fedellavoar-ku, gak masuk SIMAK is not the end of the world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-6481622245323893056?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6481622245323893056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=6481622245323893056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/6481622245323893056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/6481622245323893056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2009/04/haru-biru.html' title='Haru Biru'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-6906800924977906242</id><published>2009-03-27T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T08:02:16.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Instead of protesting.....</title><content type='html'>Ya, gue melepas penerimaan gue di universitas-negeri-ternama itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop protesting people, you don't know what I'm going through.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sorry so sorry if it kinda hurts some of you guys.. It's a super hard decision to make but finally I decided to call it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, my dream university is (or are) in Singapore, but the results are still on April. If I put my 40million rupiah money on that universitas-negeri-ternama, I wouldn't be able to take it back (it's non refundable, I gotta sign some letters for that). I thought I could pay by installment but I couldn't. So, I let it go. I don't wanna do something that I know I will regret it someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck. It is called destiny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-6906800924977906242?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6906800924977906242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=6906800924977906242' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/6906800924977906242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/6906800924977906242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2009/03/instead-of-protesting.html' title='Instead of protesting.....'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-8881276745590665404</id><published>2009-03-27T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T05:33:42.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>complicated</title><content type='html'>For a moment I was thinking,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; maybe you shouldn't be with this guy, you shouldn't have been with this guy for a year, you don't wanna end up marrying him so just leave, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes, in my head, I keep saying, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh God I can't live without this guy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so complicated for me to be around him all day but he didn't even notice me. He's all about his own world, but he starts complaining when I'm busy with my own world. I have a life too! Or at least, I'm trying to build a life now, I'm doing myself a favor, I'm starting a life. But I don't think it'll work, I still don't have a life that I should be living in now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-8881276745590665404?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8881276745590665404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=8881276745590665404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/8881276745590665404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/8881276745590665404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2009/03/complicated.html' title='complicated'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-4640528301153350782</id><published>2009-03-21T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T20:55:55.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3174/2753161292_6b2e40a2a6.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 335px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3174/2753161292_6b2e40a2a6.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(http://www.flickr.com/photos/stgrundy/2753161292/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some adrenaline would be nice now, I wanna have a super fun &amp;amp; romantic day (I told Aji yesterday, but he's Aji! you know..) I wanna be on a Ferris Wheels, at night, with lights on, carnival, it'd be great.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-4640528301153350782?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4640528301153350782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=4640528301153350782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/4640528301153350782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/4640528301153350782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2009/03/wish.html' title='Wish'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-4608509165286776645</id><published>2009-03-12T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T07:09:30.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So fun so fun you gotta try!</title><content type='html'>this is so fun.&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;I had a bad day, I just got home from Singapore Embassy, and tomorrow I'm going to Jogja, for the UGM interview.&lt;br /&gt;My sister told me to open this on youtube. Then we dance, soooooo fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O7AuQKFlhXI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O7AuQKFlhXI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-4608509165286776645?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4608509165286776645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=4608509165286776645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/4608509165286776645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/4608509165286776645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-fun-so-fun-you-gotta-try.html' title='So fun so fun you gotta try!'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-8221132318156073123</id><published>2009-03-08T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T08:55:35.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Leave</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new,courier,monospace; font-size: 12px;" id="slly"&gt;You think I'm so full of it, full of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I think I'm just fed up, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think I can be so arrogant, arrogant&lt;br /&gt;But I'm just tryna keep my head up, baby&lt;br /&gt;You think I procrastinate baby&lt;br /&gt;But I think I'm taking my time&lt;br /&gt;You think you need to leave&lt;br /&gt;But I think I disagree but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you believe you'll do best without me&lt;br /&gt;I'll let it go girl, it's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But before we say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let's give it a try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you leave, then baby I'll leave&lt;br /&gt;I'll let it go girl, it's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I have no doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We can work it out yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you're so full of it, full of it&lt;br /&gt;You just don't know when to let up baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think you're so arrogant, arrogant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But you think you're so much better baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I think it aint dealt before me to judge you by your flaws and that's why&lt;br /&gt;No I could criticize, but I put that aside&lt;br /&gt;To focus on you and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you believe you'll do best without me&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll let it go boy, it's over&lt;br /&gt;But before we say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Let's give it a try&lt;br /&gt;If you leave, then baby I'll leave&lt;br /&gt;I'll let it go boy, it's over&lt;br /&gt;But I have no doubt&lt;br /&gt;We can work it out yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if you wanna go, baby&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll let you go&lt;br /&gt;And even though I'm tryna hold on&lt;br /&gt;I can't if you don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No, now if you leave me, you're gonna miss me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'm not saying that I'll be here waiting&lt;br /&gt;Since we here right now (instead of just walking out)&lt;br /&gt;Let's work to reach the point that I know we can be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you believe, you'll do best without me&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll let it go&lt;br /&gt;It's over (it's over)&lt;br /&gt;But before we say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Let's give it a try&lt;br /&gt;If you leave, then baby I'll leave&lt;br /&gt;I'll let it go girl, it's over&lt;br /&gt;I have no doubt that we can work it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you believe, you'll do best without me&lt;br /&gt;I'll let it go girl, it's over&lt;br /&gt;Before we say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Let's give it a try&lt;br /&gt;If you leave, then baby I'll leave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Musiq Soulchild feat. Mary J. Blige - If You Leave)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-8221132318156073123?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8221132318156073123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=8221132318156073123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/8221132318156073123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/8221132318156073123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-you-leave.html' title='If You Leave'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-434895038971361429</id><published>2009-03-08T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T08:00:46.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Air</title><content type='html'>Literally, that's what I felt that moment.&lt;br /&gt;No air.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know it sounds too much but I really felt it.&lt;br /&gt;My cellphones were stolen, yesterday, when I was on a queue in MOI. I looked at my phone, held it, put it on the pouch, then put it into my bag. Then in the next few minutes, they were not there. Gone. My body shivered, my head got so dizzy, I didn't know what to do. I wanted to scream, I couldn't. I was going to faint, I guess. But I didn't. My mom tried to calm me, she didn't blame me for anything, she even bought me a new phone today! It was not that good, though. But it's okay. It has no camera, no music player, no internet, but it has dual mode (gsm + cdma). Thanks Mom, for keeping me sane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye bye bye bye my two cellphones.......... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-434895038971361429?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/434895038971361429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=434895038971361429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/434895038971361429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/434895038971361429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-air.html' title='No Air'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-7309034150633891498</id><published>2009-03-05T02:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T02:41:16.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy So-called First Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/FIP/IO-00110-D%7EI-Love-You-Happy-Anniversary-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 450px;" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/FIP/IO-00110-D%7EI-Love-You-Happy-Anniversary-Posters.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 Maret 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: Cie besok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;K: Apaan besok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: Loh kamu ga liat di majalah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;K: Hah? Ada apa ya di majalah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: Kita setaunan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;K: Haha maklum deh aku artis, jadi aku mau setaunan aja ada di berita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: Besok aku juga pengumuman telkom lagi, duh besok..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;K: Iya iya.. Taun lalu kamu lagi ngapain hari ini?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: Lagi.. mikir, hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;K: Haha terus besoknya kamu ke rumah aku deh nembak.. Eh kita jadian hari rabu bukan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: Gatau aku lupa, yg jelas pake baju putih abu abu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;K: Iya seinget aku hari rabu terus paginya kita ketemu terus kamu nyapa aku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: Iya ya? Lupa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;K: Iyaaa seinget aku. Eh inget ga sih dulu kita jalan pdhl belum jadian terus ketawan jakur?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: Iya ay.. aku inget, 27 dresses kan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;K: Hahaha iya, geblek banget ya dulu. Kayanya dulu kerjaan kita jalan mulu deh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: Hahaha iya lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;K: Inget ga sih pas aku sakit cacar terus kamu ngasih hadiah novel tapi kamu titipin ke mbak yem soalnya takut ketularan, hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: Inget lah ay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;K: Yaampun, dulu ckckck.. Yah tapi putus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: Oh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;K: Hah? Apaan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: Gatau deh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;K: Udah2 gausah ngebahas putus2an deh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: Ye kamu juga tadi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;K: Iya salah2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 Maret 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: Ay setaunan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;K: Iya kali ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: Haha iyalah hahaha love you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;K: Ga dikasih selamat nih aku?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: Iya selamat ya sayang, semoga kita bs deket lebih lama lagi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;K: Amin.. Smoga kita bisa lebih baik lagi biar ga berantem terus ya.. I love you, Aji..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A: I love you too, Noriko..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taun lalu, jam segini gue lagi nyoba2 dress buat ulang tahun Addina &amp;amp; Addian (kembar). Terus mendadak mbak yem bilang "Ko ada tamu tuh" gue cepet2 pake baju abu2 ngasal terus turun ke bawah, ternyata itu Aji. Feeling gue langsung ga enak (or ge er?) jangan jangan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: Ji, ngapain lo kesini?&lt;br /&gt;A: Hmm pengen...maen&lt;br /&gt;K: Hah? Maen? Sendirian?&lt;br /&gt;A: Hmmmm... iya&lt;br /&gt;K: Ih aneh banget lo&lt;br /&gt;A: Eh, ehmm, sbnrnya gue kesini mau.... ngomong&lt;br /&gt;K: Apa?&lt;br /&gt;A: Hmm gini Ko, sbnrnya gue sayang sama lo, hmm.. bisa ga sih kalo kita jadian?&lt;br /&gt;K: Hah? Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;(Lalu ada suara berisik2 di luar ternyata ada ARESTY NANA NANDA SEDA! Ah norak!)&lt;br /&gt;A: Gimana Ko?&lt;br /&gt;K: Ehm.. Ji, gue sih ga enak aja, takutnya tar kalo kita putus tar ga bisa temenan, karena gue sih seneng banget temenan sama lo, terus skrg kita jg masih OSIS, tar kalo ada apa2 ngaruh ke OSIS gimana, terus lagi ngurus pensi juga kan kita, hmm..&lt;br /&gt;A: Ya itu sih liat nanti aja Ko.. Kalo kita ga nyoba gimana bisa tau?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess now I know.&lt;br /&gt;I can't resist a day without you but you can do anything without me. Ah, happy anniversary, Ji. Stop ignoring me, thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-7309034150633891498?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7309034150633891498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=7309034150633891498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/7309034150633891498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/7309034150633891498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-so-called-first-anniversary.html' title='Happy So-called First Anniversary'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-6085784951376493186</id><published>2009-03-03T03:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T04:22:28.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What doesn't kill me......................it kills me at last</title><content type='html'>On Thursday, we're going to have this FIRST ANNIVERSARY, although we're already through. We're not through yet, though. We're still the same unofficially. And as the matter of fact, he is still the same. Same old Aji, even a little worse. He could be a saint in one day, then the next day he's a total pain in the ass. How could he do that? How could he? As for me, I have become a monster again, I'm having my period now so I got fed up so easily. We got in more fight and I become more tired and it was easy for me to say goodbye again, but finally I didn't say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a monster, he's a monster, but boys will be boys, really. The same pain in the ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-6085784951376493186?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6085784951376493186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=6085784951376493186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/6085784951376493186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/6085784951376493186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-doesnt-kill-meit-kills-me-at-last.html' title='What doesn&apos;t kill me......................it kills me at last'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-7001505935024266847</id><published>2009-02-28T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T05:29:39.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Luck, People!</title><content type='html'>Hey yo good luck everyone for the SIMAK UI and PBS UGM, take it easy okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-7001505935024266847?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7001505935024266847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=7001505935024266847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/7001505935024266847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/7001505935024266847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-luck-people.html' title='Good Luck, People!'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-3986409297901436249</id><published>2009-02-27T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T05:12:22.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the real solitaire</title><content type='html'>Ansos berat. Ini nih yg namanya ansos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orang2 pada heboh pada mau simak, kerjaan nya bimbel melulu. orang2 pada heboh mau pbs ugm, LAH GUE? mau pbs juga! tapi santai berat gueeeeeeeee...... yaudah, ga punya temen deh skrg, pas hari kamis kmrn aja gue curhat ke aji "aku ga suka deh diasingin gini sama orang2" (sambil setengah nangis) terus dia  bilang "iya ay, tapi aku ga gitu kan?" yaiyasih cuma aji doang yang ga mengasingkan gue.............akhirnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh gak juga sih, tadi aji abis curhat katanya dia nervous mau simak padahal dia minatnya kan ITB. terus dia blng "aku bakal ngerasa goblok bgt kalo ga keterima dan temen2 aku keterima" yaelaaaah itu kan faktor luck aaaay hoki2an kali!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duh ga nafsu makan, ngidam kebab nih tapi tukang kebab ga jualan. heeey somebody sapa gue di msn kenapaaaa! hehehe ansos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-3986409297901436249?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3986409297901436249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=3986409297901436249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/3986409297901436249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/3986409297901436249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2009/02/real-solitaire.html' title='the real solitaire'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-8311128035935181351</id><published>2009-02-24T06:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T06:46:43.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOGA</title><content type='html'>My mom suggested me to take some yoga class after the UAN. She knew it so well that I'm not an mood-manager kinda girl, I'm so temperament and emotional, I get pissed off so easily, and yeah.. she said that I should do yoga, just in case it gets worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's right, she's so very right. I really need some anger management therapy. I should stop being a control-freak. I should stop being selfish. But within this temporary broken heart, who could stay better?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-8311128035935181351?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8311128035935181351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=8311128035935181351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/8311128035935181351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/8311128035935181351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2009/02/yoga.html' title='YOGA'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-758024637612121622</id><published>2009-02-23T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T06:24:09.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>heaven's gonna be like this</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://feastasia.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/hakau.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://feastasia.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/hakau.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I want the most. Nothing else matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the break-up, I don't really have any appetite left for home-made meals. No offense to Mbak Yem, but.. yeah, I lost myself, you know. And now, I'm all about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dimsum (esp hakau and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ceker ayam&lt;/span&gt;!), sushi, kebab, oxtail soup, caviar&lt;/span&gt;, aaah nothing would be better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please please someone please bring me these!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-758024637612121622?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/758024637612121622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=758024637612121622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/758024637612121622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/758024637612121622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2009/02/heavens-gonna-be-like-this.html' title='heaven&apos;s gonna be like this'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-7932421513591343546</id><published>2009-02-20T03:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T03:15:18.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Thanks Thanks!</title><content type='html'>I am really blessed and thankful for having these great people beside me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom &amp;amp; Dad&lt;/span&gt;, for helping me all the time especially on the last moment, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tante Dira (Nadira Alatas Sriwidjanarko)&lt;/span&gt; for helping me with the essay (really appreciate that!), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mbak Nana (Kartiana Setyowati) and Mas Adi (Adi Istadi)&lt;/span&gt; for helping me with the essay, and all supporting friends.. Without you, I'm nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please please wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-7932421513591343546?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7932421513591343546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=7932421513591343546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/7932421513591343546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/7932421513591343546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2009/02/thanks-thanks-thanks.html' title='Thanks Thanks Thanks!'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-3637561247967034233</id><published>2009-02-19T02:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T02:41:29.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't care now all I care about is you, my apology</title><content type='html'>I shiver sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;I cry all the time, that's because of the major mistake I've made. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I ended up our relationship just because some shitty emotion and now we can't come back&lt;/span&gt;, well at least not for these couple months. I'm so fragile, everything reminds me of him. I want to wear sunglasses so people can't see my eyes, I hate it when they asked me if I was crying last night, and I'm like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mind your own business please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said that he wanted to be back again, but not now, maybe after some shitty university tests, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt;.. Well, take your time, while I'm here getting crazy all the time; I don't eat, I don't study, I don't do anything, I do think about you. But who cares, right? That's the price I pay. It's really expensive, more than anything in the world. It's called misery, and it's taking my life over in every second I breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very very bad time for moping around. On Saturday, I'm having this NTU test, it's like my ultimate dream and I once lost my spirit.. But today I'm getting better a bit, thanks to Aresty for listening to me (weeping in her car while she's driving), and thanks to Mathematics AO level for distracting me a bit. Pleeease wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-3637561247967034233?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3637561247967034233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=3637561247967034233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/3637561247967034233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/3637561247967034233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-dont-care-now-all-i-care-about-is-you.html' title='I don&apos;t care now all I care about is you, my apology'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-6124962389688998040</id><published>2009-02-17T00:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T00:38:49.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't breathe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You are the air, I can't breathe now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-6124962389688998040?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6124962389688998040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=6124962389688998040' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/6124962389688998040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/6124962389688998040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2009/02/cant-breathe.html' title='Can&apos;t breathe'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-1533854293749778223</id><published>2009-02-16T03:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T06:39:17.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>They smiled they grimaced they cried</title><content type='html'>People started confronting. I was all about "I D-O-N-T K-N-O-W" (there! I spelled it!) but they wanted to know more than those stupid words. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Things happen for a reason&lt;/span&gt;, they thought. I agree. But I still don't know what's wrong with me, why I didn't cry, whyyyyyy..... Some of them cried while others grimaced and smiled. I keep my mouth shut and start thinking about those why's. Ahh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to Sushi Tei with my girls. They said, "WELCOME TO THE CLUB!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-1533854293749778223?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1533854293749778223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=1533854293749778223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/1533854293749778223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/1533854293749778223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2009/02/they-smiled-they-grimaced-they-cried.html' title='They smiled they grimaced they cried'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-4272738124545530431</id><published>2009-02-15T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T07:11:44.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dry</title><content type='html'>Until Ulfa called me, my eyes were dry. She told me that Aji had called her to tell her about our break-up. Ulfa cried. She did cry when I wasn't. Yesterday I did a little cry when Ulfa called me to tell me about Mardhi, and now it's her turn to cry for me. Then my eyes were not dry anymore; they're wet, just a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, people learn from their past, their mistakes, or other's mistakes, but why can't he???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love you too much I'm too selfish I can't take it when you're not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problems revealed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-4272738124545530431?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4272738124545530431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=4272738124545530431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/4272738124545530431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/4272738124545530431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2009/02/dry.html' title='Dry'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-7762968732935951803</id><published>2009-02-15T03:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T03:18:31.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not your mom, I am (was) your lover</title><content type='html'>Can't believe I just broke up with Aji.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe some of you start gasping or whatever, but believe me, I can't believe it either. What am I gonna do next? Still have no idea. FYI, I didn't cry. I don't cry, I'm not crying. Am I still human? Am I still me? I'm questioning here. Am I still me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. I'm just some girl who lost her mind and Kiko is coming back in a minute. Maybe. Maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nothing shines more than love you've given to me&lt;/span&gt;, so now everything is dark. Black. Gone. I'm so numb I can't cry, can't feel my feet on the ground. What is this? What is this thing I'm doing? It is wrong. But I can't come back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-7762968732935951803?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7762968732935951803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=7762968732935951803' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/7762968732935951803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/7762968732935951803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-not-your-mom-i-am-was-your-lover.html' title='I am not your mom, I am (was) your lover'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-6334765955384785014</id><published>2009-02-12T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T06:29:50.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily insanity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll love you when your hair turns grey, girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I still want you if you gained a little weight, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The way I feel for you will always be the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Just as long as your love don't change (no)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I was meant for you and you were meant for me, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I make sure that I'll be everything you need, Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Girl the way we are is how it's gonna be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Just as long as your love don't change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musiq Soulchild - Don't change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Huhu sweet banget yah kl ada yg nyanyi ini bwt gue?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Gue bentar lagi mau setaunan sama aji lagi, huuuuuuuuuh pengen deh dikasih apa kek, sesuatu yang bikin gue seneng banget2, uh jiiiiiiiii have a heart please!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-6334765955384785014?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6334765955384785014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=6334765955384785014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/6334765955384785014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/6334765955384785014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2009/02/daily-insanity.html' title='Daily insanity'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-6305278895932219204</id><published>2009-02-12T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T06:12:19.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>love in this club</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1. Put your music on shuffle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;4. Tag 10 friends who might enjoy doing the memo as well as the person you got the memo from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;boyce avenue - realize (????)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alicia keys - a woman's worth (weeeey yoeeeeh banget)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;club 8 - close to me (klop bener dah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;timbaland - oh timbaland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;the killers - human (yeah are we human? or are we dancer?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;KC and jojo - this very moment (ya ya ya!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ari - sampai nanti untuk selamanya (AMIN YA ALLAH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;accoustic brazil - cajaina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;WHAT IS 2+2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;music soulchild - dont change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;keri hilson - energy (aaaaaaaaaaaaa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;aditya - love will find you (aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;21st night - lemme rock you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;jamiroquai - runaway (aduh jangan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;incognito - still a friend of mine (yaaaaaaaaaaaaaa bagussssss)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;jamiroquai - emergency on planet earth (EH SERIUS ASIK NIH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;james blunt - give me your love (HUHU BENER BANGETTTTTTT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;fatboy slim - the salmon dance (hahahaha aku suka salmon &amp;amp; dance)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;jamie scott - hey you (yeah you baby!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;dewiq - koq gitu sih (hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;mojo - lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;matt bianco - dave's sofa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;craig david - insomnia (bikin joget kali)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;maroon 5 - if i never see your face again (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;HOW WILL YOU DIE?&lt;br /&gt;boyce avenue - before it's too late (haduh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;21st night - tergila (hahahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;jamiroquai - cosmic girl (wey hahahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;hellogoodbye - i saw it on your keyboard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;paramore - decode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;timbaland - fantasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;usher - loooooooooove in this cluuuub!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-6305278895932219204?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6305278895932219204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=6305278895932219204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/6305278895932219204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/6305278895932219204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-in-this-club.html' title='love in this club'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-7424792323728312402</id><published>2009-01-30T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T06:12:02.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Queen B</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gossipgirlreport.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/gossip-girl-season-2-blair-leighton-meester.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://www.gossipgirlreport.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/gossip-girl-season-2-blair-leighton-meester.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/07/16/leightonmeestergossipgirlheadband.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 434px;" src="http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/07/16/leightonmeestergossipgirlheadband.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://weblogs.amny.com/entertainment/urbanite/blog/41615594.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://weblogs.amny.com/entertainment/urbanite/blog/41615594.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/glittericious/blair22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/glittericious/blair22.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Classic, preppy, Victorian, neat, Queen B.&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/1075088061596006055-7424792323728312402?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7424792323728312402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=7424792323728312402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/7424792323728312402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/7424792323728312402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2009/01/queen-b.html' title='Queen B'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-6003342984844199118</id><published>2009-01-20T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T06:36:57.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day in hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;KUNCI LOKER GUE KAYAKNYA HILANG DEH! ADA YG LIAT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:''(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(lagi gak boleh online, tp diem2 bisa jg hehe)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-6003342984844199118?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6003342984844199118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=6003342984844199118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/6003342984844199118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/6003342984844199118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-day-in-hell.html' title='Another day in hell'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-619370066750968157</id><published>2009-01-12T20:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T20:12:35.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh</title><content type='html'>Gue ga blh online d laptop nih. Ini gue buka pake hp mls ngetiknya capek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now:&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Jason Mraz - Details in the Fabric, on iman's ipod.&lt;br /&gt;Watching my classmates fooling around, icha tirza is back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marsono's coming. Gotta go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-619370066750968157?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/619370066750968157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=619370066750968157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/619370066750968157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/619370066750968157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2009/01/uh.html' title='Uh'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-8434990358092723172</id><published>2008-12-29T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T06:36:59.235-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Pupus</title><content type='html'>Di saat gue merasakan adrenalin, perasaan excited karena rencana mau ke Bandung pas taun baruan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ternyata gue gak bisa pergi ke Bandung. Uggggh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-8434990358092723172?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8434990358092723172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=8434990358092723172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/8434990358092723172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/8434990358092723172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2008/12/pupus.html' title='Pupus'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-2336783814678479435</id><published>2008-12-26T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T09:09:38.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Company</title><content type='html'>Setuju blognya Ramandha (link tersedia di samping)&lt;br /&gt;BOKEK banget nih liburan, gue gak punya uang cash sama sekali, adanya &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;uang dlm bentuk lain&lt;/span&gt; (zzzzzzzzzzz) dan itu cuma 50rbuan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue butuh teman. Setelah puas ber-ansos ria, rasanya gue &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;harus&lt;/span&gt; ketemu orang lain selain orang rumah dan pacar gue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least gue makan sushi sm sahabat2 gue sih, ditraktir Marsya Idol. Tapi itu hr selasa, udh lama juga ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan karena internet terkutuk dan pulsa terkutuk, gue gak bisa online msn bbrp hr lalu, maka terputuslah gue dgn dunia luar. Arrrggh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least gue smsan sm Marsha, ngomongin Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;Atau sms Nadia, ngmngin taun baruan.&lt;br /&gt;Bahkan Resty pun jrg gue sms. OH MY GOD berdosanya gue.&lt;br /&gt;What kind of friend am I? The bad one. Orang yang merasa nyaman menyendiri sambil baca novel fiksi dan berangan-angan nemu cowok kayak Edward Cullen. OH GOD I AM SO TOTALLY A FREAK PLEASE STOP ME FROM TALKING ABOUT IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hhhh so now my speedy's back, langsung deh download &lt;a href="http://www.oovoo.com/"&gt;Oovoo&lt;/a&gt;, seru juga 'ketemu' teman2 seperti Aristo dan Cadika. Ngocol jg sih muka aristo yg batak abis dan dengerin cadika ngmng pake basa jawa, yeah I need some company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8duu_XOx1oE/SVUOOuqzzHI/AAAAAAAAAGY/IryfmZOe9Ak/s1600-h/oke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8duu_XOx1oE/SVUOOuqzzHI/AAAAAAAAAGY/IryfmZOe9Ak/s200/oke.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284145383997688946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dan muka gue yg kayak pembantu, muka cadika mangap sambil main game, dan muka aristo yg mau diapain tetep aja, ehm, &lt;del&gt;ganteng&lt;/del&gt; batak&lt;br /&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/1075088061596006055-2336783814678479435?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2336783814678479435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=2336783814678479435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/2336783814678479435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/2336783814678479435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2008/12/company.html' title='Company'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8duu_XOx1oE/SVUOOuqzzHI/AAAAAAAAAGY/IryfmZOe9Ak/s72-c/oke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-497770512920560038</id><published>2008-12-26T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T07:59:17.735-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><title type='text'>Anti-Social-izing</title><content type='html'>Hey ya, I finally got back to blog yeay I'm sorry for the short hiatus, my speedy went wrong all the time so I couldn't be online for like two or three days, HHHHH that's totally freaking me out, because now I realize what I have become. Er... an anti-social?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I kill my time mostly by reading the Twilight Series, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse, and Breaking Dawn.&lt;/span&gt; Those books are so totally taking me over. Yeah, I've spent my days reading these non stop and my mom keeps telling me to stop. Yeah I read it on the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;digital&lt;/span&gt; version, you know, the ones with pdf? So I got them&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; free&lt;/span&gt;, but it did hurt my eyes................ Anything for Edward Cullen. Anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I could do some reviews here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.ugo.com/images/uploads/twilight_book_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://blog.ugo.com/images/uploads/twilight_book_cover.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No need to review that, bet you all have seen the movie. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.freewebs.com/theecullens/n191782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 474px;" src="http://www.freewebs.com/theecullens/n191782.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bella Swan just got her 18th birthday, and that meant she is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;older&lt;/span&gt; one year than Edward Cullen. So she hated her birthday, and it got worse when she celebrated her birthday in Cullens'. Edward thought that he must leave Bella for her sake, then he did it, left Bella in the hole of dark and desperation. Finally Bella felt alive again when she met Jacob Black. He's one of the werewolves pack, and werewolves didn't get along with the vampires. And it got hotter when Edward misunderstood about Bella's suicide, so he came to the Volturri (the vampire's royalty), asking for a death too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited reading this book, but then I hated it when Bella found herself alive again with Jacob. Uggggghhh I haaaate it. But the werewolves took a curiousity of mine to read deeper, and the Volturi clan did it as well. Oh and the ending, not that good, really made me wanna jump into next book, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eclipse&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.freewebs.com/the-cullen-clan/eclipse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 477px;" src="http://www.freewebs.com/the-cullen-clan/eclipse.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So the Cullens were back to Forks. Edward got overprotective to his girlfriend, Bella. He didn't want Bella to be friendly with any near-death experience, and that included the werewolves. But then Victoria, a vampire from the previous book Twilight, came to Forks with some newborn vampires who were wild and thirsty but unexperienced. She wanted to revenge for her partner's death, James. Then the Cullens and werewolves got together, fight for the newborn's attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this book so much, because Bella realized that she loved Jacob too and SHE KISSED JACOB. But Edward was OKAY with that. OH MY GOD what kind of girl is that, having the most perfect boyfriend (but not human) and still got feeling for another guy?????? And Edward was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;okay&lt;/span&gt; with that??? I. Want. Edward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogs.kcls.org/librarytalk/Breaking_Dawn_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 600px;" src="http://blogs.kcls.org/librarytalk/Breaking_Dawn_cover.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last book, was divided into 3 parts. The first, Bella's perspective. She finally got married to Edward. Then she had their honeymoon in Isle Esme. After that, ughh she's pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second, Jacob's perspective. He watched Bella all days and night, suffering from her pregnancy. He watched Bella drinking blood, because the baby wanted so. He's also there in the delivering process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third, Bella's again, but I haven't done it yet. Bella'd finally become a vampire, and Jacob fell in love with her baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this Breaking Dawn. Really makes me wanna read more, and more, and want Edward more............... :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-497770512920560038?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/497770512920560038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=497770512920560038' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/497770512920560038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/497770512920560038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2008/12/anti-social-izing.html' title='Anti-Social-izing'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-6958878499480158613</id><published>2008-12-17T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T05:58:15.290-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Dazzled</title><content type='html'>I'm a Twilight-freak now, people..!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Gross, I know. But Edward Cullen really dazzles me and I just can't stop thinking about 'how-in-the-earth-could-be-a-super-hot-and-sweet-guy-like-that' OH MY GOD. I'm so totally a freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I had enough of this whole school thing, I just finished my exam, aaaah finally. So, I am soooooooooo over the school thing! This holiday should be, a real fun, with bunch of friends, partying, hanging out, shopping, aaah can't wait! I should make this huge because maybe next year I'm not gonna be here anymore, amen to that, so I gotta make some kinda unforgettable moments with my closest persons..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planned to write something big but suddenly not in the mood so, I'll catch ya later guys, byeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-6958878499480158613?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6958878499480158613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=6958878499480158613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/6958878499480158613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/6958878499480158613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2008/12/dazzled.html' title='Dazzled'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-8825732801292461929</id><published>2008-12-12T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:27:07.667-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Twilight!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://backseatcuddler.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/twilight-movie-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 435px; height: 644px;" src="http://backseatcuddler.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/twilight-movie-poster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just watched this movie yesterday, with Nana &amp;amp; Marsha. THIS MOVIE IS SO VERY SWEET...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://unattached-soul.net/diary/wp-content/upload/tc04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 306px;" src="http://unattached-soul.net/diary/wp-content/upload/tc04.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this, is a very hot vampire! Three of us were going crazy about Edward Cullen. He's so sweet yet irresistible.. His eyes and the way he looked at Bella took my breath away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.moviesonline.ca/movie-gallery/albums/Twilight/twilight-1080p_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 550px; height: 309px;" src="http://www.moviesonline.ca/movie-gallery/albums/Twilight/twilight-1080p_5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, and this is my favorite scene! When Edward kissed Bella..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.iwatchstuff.com/2008/05/16/twilight-still-staring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 675px;" src="http://www.iwatchstuff.com/2008/05/16/twilight-still-staring.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaah I'm all about this Twilight now! Last night, instead of studying History for today's exam, my sister and I were talking about the movie and we're just like two freak-sisters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-8825732801292461929?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8825732801292461929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=8825732801292461929' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/8825732801292461929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/8825732801292461929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2008/12/twilight.html' title='Twilight!'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-6031348393263016249</id><published>2008-12-08T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T07:20:31.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pengen ngatain orang</title><content type='html'>sumpah deh. kalo udh gini rasanya pengen ngatain orang. biasanya gue nelfon / sms / chatting sm marsha terus kita ngelawak ngata2in orang gitu deh, seru deh pokonya, mulai dari temen sekolah sampe guru basa jepang yg udh kayak sayur sop (pake baju warna warni kayak wortel dan tomat) hahahahahahahahahahahahaha tuh kan seru loh. tapi gue mls online msn, mau sms/telf batrenya lowbatt :( huh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-6031348393263016249?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6031348393263016249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=6031348393263016249' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/6031348393263016249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/6031348393263016249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2008/12/pengen-ngatain-orang.html' title='Pengen ngatain orang'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-2568099307529104301</id><published>2008-12-07T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T07:20:47.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All good things come to an end</title><content type='html'>I just miss the old times, Ji.. That's all I want. A time machine. A feeling that made a rush of my blood came from head to heels. A pleasure that tasted like ecstasy to me. A heart beat that always made me excited. A late night call. Hhhh... Everything that made me fall for you at the first place, is gone. Maybe we should end this up. Or maybe we should fix something's broken. Hhhhhhhh....................... I don't know, Ji.. I'm just so tired and I can't take it anymore. I can't take the pain anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably gonna hate myself later for posting this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-2568099307529104301?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2568099307529104301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=2568099307529104301' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/2568099307529104301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/2568099307529104301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-good-things-come-to-end.html' title='All good things come to an end'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-65424110133887574</id><published>2008-12-06T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T07:24:03.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so, this is love?</title><content type='html'>Is this love that I'm feeling? That I've been keeping and now I think it's nothing? These past 9 months have been so frustrating yet fascinating, it's like I finally feel alive after a long-term sleeping. I finally feel a blood of a broken-hearted, I feel a laughter of some not funny jokes, I feel tears coming down on my face when he left, I feel joy when he came around.. It's all keeping me alive, it opened my eyes of something real and really happening. My heart beats faster everytime he gets his body closer to me. My brain stops thinking and all I know, he's beside me. My skin shivers everytime he touches me. I never feel numb just like I used to be.&lt;br /&gt;But being alive has a consequence, beside all the happiness and joy that you always wanted, you also feel the pain.&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm thinking over about everything, what I've been keeping and how I always pretend to be fine. Because the truth is my heart aches..and smiles at the same time, everytime he comes around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-65424110133887574?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/65424110133887574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=65424110133887574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/65424110133887574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/65424110133887574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-this-is-love.html' title='so, this is love?'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-566403871498394037</id><published>2008-12-01T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T07:01:01.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn it</title><content type='html'>Siapapun yang nyolong charger Sony Ericson gue taiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii! Itu charger satu-satunya di rumah gue untuk hp gue dan adek gue! Ah taaaaaaaaaaaaai mana sih charger gueeeeeeeeeeeee huhuhuhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan siapapun yg nyolong kertas matriks gue, babik&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-566403871498394037?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/566403871498394037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=566403871498394037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/566403871498394037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/566403871498394037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2008/12/damn-it.html' title='Damn it'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-629327747519879679</id><published>2008-11-28T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T06:50:20.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>zero</title><content type='html'>Hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to Jamiroquai now. Yeah I'm having my own jazz time right here! I'm not going to JakJazz tonite, which is sad, because I'm dying to see Kyoto Jazz Massive but my money isn't enough and I'm planning to have a nice date with Aji this weekend (but now, not so sure we'll have that date)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh! Life's been so boring and here I am whining all day about life and what I cannot have. Today is my sister's birthday. And as usual, i started to feel jealous and I don't know why! Oh I know why. Birthday always reminds me to my so not cool birthday, when I felt so forgotten and God-only-knows where the hell the people I wanted to stay beside me were. My parents were working and my boyfriend left me just to have a shitty vacation in Anyer which is so less important than my birthday. Tai babi. Then time goes by and my friends' birthdays just come and go, I feel kinda jealous because people throw a surprise with cake and presents for them. Their boyfriends give them some cute presents and surprise them by suddenly come to their houses in the middle of the nite. And for me? Zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty jealousy. Yes i know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-629327747519879679?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/629327747519879679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=629327747519879679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/629327747519879679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/629327747519879679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2008/11/zero.html' title='zero'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-8719776938080268825</id><published>2008-11-24T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T06:06:45.210-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Soul Searching</title><content type='html'>This is kinda cheesy and lame, but today I feel like telling you guys about what's been on my mind lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like losing myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I don't know who I am now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting old. I'm 17 and I'm the oldest kid in my family. When I see my sister, I see something that I used to call "life". Life, when you have so many crushes on boys that you barely know. Life, when you don't think too much about educational responsibility, you just hate books and calling some girlfriends to have some chit-chats is a greatest thing you do in your to-do list. Oh, and you don't even have a to-do list. You're being spontaneous. You're feeling the rush of adrenaline in your blood. You love doing some adventures in your life. You travel, you hike, you climb the rocks, you skip school, you hang out only with few people that you think 'cool', as cool as you are now. God, that is life! Well, that was life until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I don't feel any 'fun' in my life now. Everything is straight and right, all is said and done and i wanna be new.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-8719776938080268825?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8719776938080268825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=8719776938080268825' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/8719776938080268825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/8719776938080268825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2008/11/soul-searching.html' title='Soul Searching'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-1601812490710061369</id><published>2008-11-19T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T06:54:08.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>masa depan</title><content type='html'>I can't predict my future. I ain't no Gypsy. But all i know is, I gotta work hard for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current obsession:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;National University of Singapore&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;University of New South Wales&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Curtin University&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Universitas Indonesia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Amin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-1601812490710061369?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1601812490710061369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=1601812490710061369' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/1601812490710061369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/1601812490710061369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2008/11/masa-depan.html' title='masa depan'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-399963307051415049</id><published>2008-11-17T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T07:11:42.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Copied it from &lt;a href="http://sweetchildokarl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Karl's&lt;/a&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(bold the ones you've done)&lt;br /&gt;01. Bought everyone in the bar a drink&lt;br /&gt;02. Swam with dolphins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;03. Climbed a mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive&lt;br /&gt;05. Been inside the Great Pyramid&lt;br /&gt;06. Held a tarantula&lt;br /&gt;07. Taken a candlelit bath with someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;08. Said "I love you" and meant it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. Hugged a tree&lt;br /&gt;10. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;11. Visited Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;12. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Stayed up all night long and saw the sun rise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;14. Seen the Northern Lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;15. Gone to a huge sports game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;16. Walked the stairs to the top of the leaning Tower of Pisa&lt;br /&gt;17. Grown and eaten your own vegetables&lt;br /&gt;18. Touched an iceberg&lt;br /&gt;19. Slept under the stars&lt;br /&gt;20. Changed a baby's diaper&lt;br /&gt;21. Taken a trip in a hot air balloon&lt;br /&gt;22. Watched a meteor shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;23. Gotten drunk on champagne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;br /&gt;25. Looked up at the night sky through a telescope&lt;br /&gt;26. Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment&lt;br /&gt;27. Had a food fight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Bet on a winning horse&lt;br /&gt;29. Asked out a stranger&lt;br /&gt;30. Had a snowball fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. Screamed as loudly as you possibly can&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Held a lamb&lt;br /&gt;33. Seen a total eclipse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34. Ridden a roller coaster&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;35. Hit a home run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;36. Danced like a fool and didn't care who was looking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37. Adopted an accent for an entire day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38. Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;39. Had two hard drives for your computer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Visited all 50 states&lt;br /&gt;41. Taken care of someone who was drunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;42. Had amazing friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Danced with a stranger in a foreign country&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;44. Watched whales&lt;br /&gt;45. Stolen a sign&lt;br /&gt;46. Backpacked in Europe&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Taken a road-trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;48. Gone rock climbing&lt;br /&gt;49. Taken a midnight walk on the beach&lt;br /&gt;50. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;51. Visited Ireland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;52. Been heartbroken longer than you were actually in lov&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;53. In a restaurant, sat at a stranger's table and had a meal with them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;54. Visited Japan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Milked a cow&lt;br /&gt;56. Alphabetized your CDs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;57. Pretended to be a superhero&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;58. Sung karaoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;59. Lounged around in bed all day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Played touch football&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;61. Gone scuba diving&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Kissed in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;63. Played in the mud&lt;br /&gt;64. Played in the rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Gone to a drive-in theatre&lt;br /&gt;66. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;67. Started a business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;68. Fallen in love and not had your heart broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;69. Toured ancient sites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;70. Taken a martial arts class&lt;br /&gt;71. Played D&amp;amp;D for more than 6 hours straight&lt;br /&gt;72. Gotten married&lt;br /&gt;73. Been in a movie&lt;br /&gt;74. Crashed a party&lt;br /&gt;75. Gotten divorced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;76. Gone without food for 5 days&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;77. Made cookies from scratch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;78. Won first prize in a costume contest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;79. Ridden a gondola in Venice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;80. Gotten a tattoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;81. Rafted the Snake River&lt;br /&gt;82. Been on a television news program as an "expert"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;83. Gotten flowers for no reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;84. Performed on stage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Been to Las Vegas&lt;br /&gt;86. Recorded music&lt;br /&gt;87. Eaten shark&lt;br /&gt;88. Kissed on the first date&lt;br /&gt;89. Gone to Thailand&lt;br /&gt;90. Bought a house&lt;br /&gt;91. Been in a combat zone&lt;br /&gt;92. Buried one/both of your parents&lt;br /&gt;93. Been on a cruise ship&lt;br /&gt;94. Spoken more than one language fluently&lt;br /&gt;95. Performed in Rocky Horror&lt;br /&gt;96. Raised children&lt;br /&gt;97. Followed your favorite band/singer on tour&lt;br /&gt;98. Passed out cold&lt;br /&gt;99. Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country&lt;br /&gt;100. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over&lt;br /&gt;101. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;102. Sang loudly in the car, and didn't stop when you knew someone was looking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;103. Had plastic surgery&lt;br /&gt;104. Survived an accident that you shouldn't have survived&lt;br /&gt;105. Wrote articles for a large publication&lt;br /&gt;106. Lost over 100 pounds&lt;br /&gt;107. Held someone while they were having a flashback&lt;br /&gt;108. Piloted an airplane&lt;br /&gt;109. Touched a stingray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;110. Broken someone's heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;111. Helped an animal give birth&lt;br /&gt;112. Won money on a TV game show&lt;br /&gt;113. Broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;114. Gone on a photo safari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;115. Had a facial part pierced other than your ears&lt;br /&gt;116. Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol&lt;br /&gt;117. Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;118. Ridden a horse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;119. Had major surgery&lt;br /&gt;120. Had a snake as a pet&lt;br /&gt;121. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon&lt;br /&gt;122. Slept for 30 hours in a 48 hour period&lt;br /&gt;123. Visited more foreign countries than U.S. States&lt;br /&gt;124. Visited all 7 continents&lt;br /&gt;125. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days&lt;br /&gt;126. Eaten kangaroo meat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;127. Eaten sushi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;128. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;129. Changed someone's mind about something you care deeply about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;130. Gone back to school&lt;br /&gt;131. Parasailed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;132. Touched a cockroach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;133. Eaten fried green tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;134. Read The Iliad and The Odyssey&lt;br /&gt;135. Selected one "important" author who you missed in school, and read&lt;br /&gt;136. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;137. Skipped all your school reunions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;138. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;139. Been elected to public office&lt;br /&gt;140. Written your own computer language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;141. Thought to yourself that you're living your dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;142. Had to put someone you love into hospice care&lt;br /&gt;143. Built your own PC from parts&lt;br /&gt;144. Sold your own artwork to someone who didn't know you&lt;br /&gt;145. Had a booth at a street fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;146. Dyed your hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;147. Been a DJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;148. Shaved your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;149. Caused a car accident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;150. Saved someone's life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo dipikir2, hidup gue ga asik ya? hahaha... I need a wild adventure, or a new start just to know what fun is. Yeah, next year, after finishing school, I'm gonna get both of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-399963307051415049?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/399963307051415049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=399963307051415049' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/399963307051415049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/399963307051415049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2008/11/copied-it-from-karls.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-6793890925079215019</id><published>2008-11-13T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T07:53:05.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JACKPOT</title><content type='html'>Gue dapet jackpot buat guru penguji sidang kartul gue. But you know what, NEVER MIND! JUST GET YOUR SHITTY LIFE BACK AND STOP TALKING ABOUT HOW MISERABLE I AM, because you guys are more miserable in many ways. Big thanks to all the classmates for the supports &amp;amp; not bringing me down, REALLY MEAN A LOT TO ME! I COULDN'T PUT MYSELF TOGETHER BUT YOU GUYS SO GENEROUSLY SUPPORTED ME! And my boyfriend, screw you. All you can ever think about is your-fvckin-self and your lame life, ah poor you! You're like the worst thing that ever came into my life. Just got your boring ass back into your super-lame life and don't bother, i am sooo fine doing it all by myself! I don't care. I'm so totally screwed up and all i can do is cursing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-6793890925079215019?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6793890925079215019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=6793890925079215019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/6793890925079215019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/6793890925079215019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2008/11/jackpot.html' title='JACKPOT'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-4623213961972408456</id><published>2008-11-10T06:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T06:46:24.329-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>my class</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8duu_XOx1oE/SRhGihkARaI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/kR5JQhZST4k/s1600-h/kelasku.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8duu_XOx1oE/SRhGihkARaI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/kR5JQhZST4k/s320/kelasku.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267037323148674466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hola hoooo! So this is my class, XII Social 1! People are so easy to laugh here, because we have Icha Tirza &amp;amp; Mutia (please do search on youtube: Mutia dan Icha Tirza) they maaaade our day at least a little bit brighter than ever........no. Oh and we also have one of The Indonesian Idol's contestants. It's Marsya Idol. She's a very close friend of mine, and she sits on next desk to me. We also have Ita, the (forgotten) child star who was famous for 'Kapal Api' and 'Andaikan Aku Punya Sayap' songs. That was a big hit when we're younger. Our class also love to order in any kind of food, from Take a Rest to Sushi Tei. We just love to eat &amp;amp; laugh. Okay Byeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This photo was taken by Cadika's frickin' cool camera hahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Aspire/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Aspire/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-4623213961972408456?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4623213961972408456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=4623213961972408456' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/4623213961972408456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/4623213961972408456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2008/11/hola-hoooo-so-this-is-my-class-xii.html' title='my class'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8duu_XOx1oE/SRhGihkARaI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/kR5JQhZST4k/s72-c/kelasku.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-7773942532689781613</id><published>2008-11-09T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T07:19:54.263-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv show'/><title type='text'>homey</title><content type='html'>Been in home for these last two days, I start to feel, ehhmm... a lil bored. I wanna go outside and see the world...........blah! My karya tulis is finally &amp;amp; officially done, so i guess there's nothing left to do. Ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV's always been my favorite thing. Oh, and also the internet &amp;amp; the laptop, praise the technology! So, surfing the channel was all i did when i got stuck at my own home. Here's the list of the TV show that i've watched in these last 2 days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friends. I always love 'em! Joey Tribbiani is my fave character. Watching them again in Star World is like the best way to go back to your childhood...yeah i spent my childhood watching this kinda series, but it's cool, though.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Desperate Housewives. It's like I'm predicting my future by reading the housewives' minds.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;90210. Yeaaaa, it's a new series with the same old zipcode! Reminds me to my childhood too, i guess. The guy who played Ethan was kinda cute. But the girl who played Annie, was a big no no!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Best of Saturday Night Live. More like America's Extravaganza here.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kimora: Life in The Fab Lane. Waaaauww i just loooove this girl. She's like my inspiration, you know, being a mom &amp;amp; a bussiness-woman &amp;amp; a model. I'm seeing my future here! Haha and todaaaay, i got the Kimora's marathon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www2.warnerbros.com/friendstv/img/friends_index.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 195px;" src="http://www2.warnerbros.com/friendstv/img/friends_index.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tvshowsondvd.net/graphics/news3/SNL_BestOfBoxSet_Costco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 210px;" src="http://www.tvshowsondvd.net/graphics/news3/SNL_BestOfBoxSet_Costco.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tvshowsondvd.net/graphics/news3/SNL_BestOfBoxSet_Costco.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.tvrage.net/shows/17/16970.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 201px;" src="http://images.tvrage.net/shows/17/16970.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thetvaddict.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/90210_cast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 255px;" src="http://thetvaddict.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/90210_cast.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://telefilmland.files.wordpress.com/2007/10/desperate-housewives-promo4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 325px;" src="http://telefilmland.files.wordpress.com/2007/10/desperate-housewives-promo4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-7773942532689781613?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7773942532689781613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=7773942532689781613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/7773942532689781613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/7773942532689781613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2008/11/homey.html' title='homey'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-8917900919665910399</id><published>2008-11-08T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T07:17:17.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beliin dong</title><content type='html'>Ya Allah...&lt;br /&gt;Gue pengen banget nonton JakJazz! Pengen banget nonton Kyoto Jazz Massive! Aaaaaah seriuuuusss! Early bird nya udh lewat pula :( uh mana tanggal segitu pas adek gue ultah! Gak punya uang juga gue aaaaah sebel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody please buy me JakJazz ticket plus the special show Kyoto Jazz Massive ticket!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-8917900919665910399?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8917900919665910399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=8917900919665910399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/8917900919665910399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/8917900919665910399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2008/11/beliin-dong.html' title='Beliin dong'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-2237649687420543245</id><published>2008-11-05T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T08:48:46.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So freakin out &amp; insomnia</title><content type='html'>I CANT SLEEP! I've been tryin to sleep for, like, 2 hours but still cant sleep! Im frustated. My head was 'kejedot' tembok td siang, and now my head aches and i think i need to do CT SCAN! Help! God help me! Whats wrong with my head? God i need my boyfriend now! Please make him call me or text me now....please.. God! Im freaking out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-2237649687420543245?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2237649687420543245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=2237649687420543245' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/2237649687420543245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/2237649687420543245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-freakin-out-insomnia.html' title='So freakin out &amp; insomnia'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-8964779123787433114</id><published>2008-11-03T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T07:51:27.535-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>tengil</title><content type='html'>Listening to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sevensoul - Bersamamu&lt;/span&gt; , lagunya lumayan enak hehe mirip2 Soulvibe gitu deh.. Tipe lagu ringan yang enak lo dengerin hujan2 di mobil................tapi sayangnya sekarang gue 'hujan2 di rumah' bukan di mobil. Yak hari ini gue ga pergi kemana2, lagi sakit sih. Seharian di rumah ngerjain PR Math (plok plok plok!) terus browsing nyari2 kuliah gitu deh buat di luar negeri. Lumayan.... lumayan membuat gue bingung dapet duit darimana buat kuliah, hihihi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, hari ini banyak sekali yang membuat gue kesal. Bener2 PMS lagi kayaknya gue. Berikut daftar hal yang membuat gue kesal hari ini:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aji. Gak tau kenapa loh padahal, tapi kesel aja bawaan nya sensi mulu gue.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nyokap. Biasalah, marah2 mulu nih ibu2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bokap. Biasalah&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nosi. Karena dia gue jadi mandi kemaleman. Karena dia, laptop gue nyaris kena virus Trojan lagi. Ah begooooooooo bangeeeet sih tu anak!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cherie. For not inviting me dengan alasan "yaaaampun bencooong gue lupa banget sms looo! pokonya gue janji bakal traktir lo! janji!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kata Pengantar. Yaelah masa bikin kata pengantar doang gue gak bisa sih&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MSN sempet error, dc2 mulu kayak alay&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mozilla Firefox. Setiap buka blog nya AP atau Rama pasti ke close sendiri &amp;amp; error gitu. Tapi buka blog lain bisa. Kenapa ya?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sesuatu. Adadeeeh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Ah gak penting ya ngisi blog tengil amat sih gue. But the good news is, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;KARTUL GUE (kayaknya) SELESAAAAI! AAAAAAAAAH MAMAM TUH KARTUL! HAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh Tuhan kenapa gue tengil banget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-8964779123787433114?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8964779123787433114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=8964779123787433114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/8964779123787433114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/8964779123787433114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2008/11/tengil.html' title='tengil'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-3647430619166406190</id><published>2008-11-02T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T06:14:54.232-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><title type='text'>Jalan-jalan Malam Minggu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Yoi mamen.&lt;br /&gt;Setelah kelas 3 ini agak jarang ya kumpul sama teman2 di malam minggu. Lebih seringnya sih gue pacaran. Ugghh sayang sekali ya padahal udh mau pisah sama teman2, kadang2 hati gue suka nyesek sendiri loh "aduh kenapa gue malah jalan sama aji lagi ya, kenapa ga sama temen2 aja" okay that's a confession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Saturday starts with my mom yang teriak2 marah2in gue, sebenernya maksudnya sih baik &amp;amp; perhatian, cuma teriakan nya itu loh gak nahan. Gue cengin balik aja,&lt;br /&gt;"Mamah lagi mens ya?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Enggak!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh... Lagi mau mens kali?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Udah kok!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm.. Berarti mamah lagi krisis umur 40-an mah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaha si Mbak Yem langsung ketawa puas dengernya. Nyokap gue sensi gini pasti karena hormon deh, haha gue gaktau pasti sih ada 'krisis umur 40-an' apa engga, cuma kayaknya di film2 bule kayak Sex And The City atau Desperate Housewives gitu umur2 segitu pasti kan ada aja masalahnya. Jadi gue simpulkan, nyokap gue kemaren marah2 karena udh semakin tua, hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Aresty came into my house. Gue pun pamer abis beli binder baru yang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LUCU&lt;/span&gt; ABIS (sumpah gak bohong) gue beli di Gramedia seharga Rp 48.200 (kata resty, "lo udh kaya ko?" haha) dan gue beli juga karena dipanas-panasin sama aji. Tapi serius deh, binder gue itu luccccu abiiiissssss (okay cukup)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Nadia came. Yaudah kita langsung cabut deh. Mulailah ke tempat tujuan asal &amp;amp; utama kita, yaitu &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EHEF (European Higher Education Fair) &lt;/span&gt;di Balai Kartini. Weaouw (baca: wow) jangan heran ya bu kalo ahir2 ini gue sangat sering ke pameran pendidikan, karena gue sangat niat kuliah di luar negri (amin doakan aku ya teman2) tapi sebenernya gue ke EHEF ini karena gue tau temen gue Aresty sangat ingin ke London (kayak Changcuters gitu deh) dan dia tidak bisa pergi ke EHEF sendirian tanpa gue (beneran!) soalnya kata dia sih gue udh kayak mami nya gitu, jadi setiap ke pameran pendidikan pasti gue yg semangat ngantre, semangat ngambil brosur, semangat nanya2 ke counsellor yang ada di situ, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;semangat nanya2 ke counsellor yang orang bule di situ &lt;/span&gt;pdhl gue merasa bahasa inggris gue biasa aja, cuma gue modal nekat &amp;amp; pede, karena bahasa inggris itu kuncinya adalah nekat dan pede, teman2! nah si resty itu gak berani nanya ke orang bule nya, makanya dia butuh gue.... (entah kenapa gue agak enek ngetik yg barusan, maap ya res kok kesannya lo jadi gak bisa bahasa inggris gt? pdhl kan resty lebih jago dari gue hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selama di EHEF, gue sibuk nyari2 universitas yang keliatan nya cool (serius!) buat resty kuliah di London. si resty pengen ngambil psikologi, jadi hal pertama yg gue tanyakan kepada mbak-mbak bule di setiap stand adalah "excuse me, do you have undergraduate programme for psychology?" nah itu akan membuka penjelasan si mbak bule tentang perkuliahan di sana. lucu juga deh mbak2 bule di stand2 EHEF rupa-rupa macamnya, ada yg rambutnya PIRANG PARAH &amp;amp; TEKSTURNYA ANEH KAYAK RAMBUT BARBIE GITU (heboh gt kita, norak), ada mbak bule yg ngomongnya kayak kumur2, dan lain2. Kesimpulan yg gue ambil selama disitu adalah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yang minat buat kuliah di Eropa kebanyakan orang2 yang mau ngambil S2 dan S3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Beasiswa pun kebanyakan ditawarkan untuk program pascasarjana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Walaupun mereka mau udh sarjana, kebanyakan msh gak berani buat ngmng sm orang bule, jadi mereka kelamaan tunjuk2an sama temen nya "duh orang bule lagi, elo aja deh yg nanya" aaaaah payah! masa kalah sama anak SMA kayak gue?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Abis dari situ, kita ke rumah Nadia, rencana nya sih....mau ambil mobil Nadia, terus balikin mobil Resty ke rmhnya, terus jemput Nanda terus ke FX. Tapi rencana berubah, jadi ke rmh resty ketemu nanda, solat makan, lalu berangkat ke FX. Lumayan juga nih mall (yaelah lumayan? keren banget sih sejujurnya, tapi takut dibilang norak) terus kita nyari2 tempat ngopi yang enak, akhirnya nemu Coffe World itu barengan sama Cream and Fudge, FYI kopi nya mantep gak kalah sama Starbucks &amp;amp; harga nya murah! Udh lamaaaaaaaaaaaa banget gak nongkrong ngopi2 gini, ngobrol2 gosip curhat dll, aaaah seneng deh! Saat waktu menunjukkan pukul ....berapa gitu gue lupa, kita pulang deh. Pulang2 gue makan kebab deh (laper). Yaudah deh. Foto2 nya ada di &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.new.facebook.com/album.php?aid=38524&amp;amp;l=89277&amp;amp;id=607389624"&gt;album&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-3647430619166406190?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3647430619166406190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=3647430619166406190' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/3647430619166406190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/3647430619166406190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2008/11/jalan-jalan-malam-minggu.html' title='Jalan-jalan Malam Minggu'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-6225299343436114137</id><published>2008-11-02T04:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T04:09:41.963-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>H</title><content type='html'>H is for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hypnotherapy, is what I'm doing now. It's the topic of my Karya Tulis.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hellogoodbye, is what I'm listening to. I'm not really into this band actually, but yeah I'm listening to the whole album.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Home-cooked Lasagna &amp;amp; Spaghetti, are what I'm enjoying now. Thanks to Mbak Ria (my former maid) who made this spaghetti. The lasagna's from a small restaurant in Cinere, and it's very cheap (only 15.000 rupiah) and tastes good.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I wanna post something but hold on, I'm uploading some photos in Facebook but it's not workin', what is going on? zz catch ya soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-6225299343436114137?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6225299343436114137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=6225299343436114137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/6225299343436114137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/6225299343436114137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2008/11/h.html' title='H'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-7617099015485123958</id><published>2008-10-31T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T08:04:57.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awarded!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8duu_XOx1oE/SQsd8yZYIuI/AAAAAAAAAGI/J02eKaiEpfs/s1600-h/award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 123px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8duu_XOx1oE/SQsd8yZYIuI/AAAAAAAAAGI/J02eKaiEpfs/s200/award.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263333519670125282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey yo, thanks to Nanda (see link on the side of this page okay) for giving me this award! And now i'm giving this award to my sweet friend &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://krabbypattyisgood.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ska&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (yeah link is available, people!) for being such a nice &amp;amp; creative blogger &amp;amp; i love her photos (she's good at editing photos) okay see ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-7617099015485123958?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7617099015485123958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=7617099015485123958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/7617099015485123958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/7617099015485123958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/awarded.html' title='Awarded!'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8duu_XOx1oE/SQsd8yZYIuI/AAAAAAAAAGI/J02eKaiEpfs/s72-c/award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-157591402384717031</id><published>2008-10-31T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T05:20:17.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nail painting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8duu_XOx1oE/SQr2lyd1iAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2wqIWvbuklI/s1600-h/DSC00679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8duu_XOx1oE/SQr2lyd1iAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2wqIWvbuklI/s200/DSC00679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263290243598354434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what i do when i got my period. I like painting my nail. I like red hot colors, also the french manicure as well. But there's one big problem. My nails are too big, too wide, too long, or whatever, my friends call it 'kuku pete' i don't really know what that means, but they said it's what my nail should be called. Well, the 'kuku pete' makes my hand look more 'lentik' in some ways but i hate it when i put some 'electric' color like red, it looks strange because 'kuku gue terlihat sangat panjang &amp;amp; aneh &amp;amp; kayak mau mencakar orang'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's it, pardon me for the bad english, i'm not in the mood today. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-157591402384717031?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/157591402384717031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=157591402384717031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/157591402384717031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/157591402384717031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/nail-painting.html' title='nail painting'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8duu_XOx1oE/SQr2lyd1iAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2wqIWvbuklI/s72-c/DSC00679.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-6198360969651596770</id><published>2008-10-28T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T16:19:47.706-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Sigh</title><content type='html'>This week gets harder. Kartul udh harus slesai! Mslh nya, gue sangat mood2an ngerjain nya &amp; suka kebawa suasana. Sperti td mlm d saat niat ngerjain kartul, si aji malah main krmh gue. Sialan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-6198360969651596770?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6198360969651596770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=6198360969651596770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/6198360969651596770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/6198360969651596770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/sigh.html' title='Sigh'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-1555074730132548818</id><published>2008-10-25T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T21:26:39.897-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Against All Odds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Suddenly this song came into my head. I couldn't get it out, it's sticky. Check it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I just let you walk away&lt;br /&gt;Just let you leave without a trace&lt;br /&gt;When I stand here taking&lt;br /&gt;Every breath with you, ooh..&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one&lt;br /&gt;Who really knew me at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you just walk away from me&lt;br /&gt;When all I can do is watch you leave&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we've shared the laughter and the pain&lt;br /&gt;And even shared the tears&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one&lt;br /&gt;Who really knew me at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take a look at me now&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there's just an empty space&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left here to remind me&lt;br /&gt;Just the memory of your face&lt;br /&gt;So take a look at me now&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there's just an empty space&lt;br /&gt;And you coming back to me, is against the odds&lt;br /&gt;And that's what I've got to face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could just make you turn around&lt;br /&gt;Turn around and see me cry&lt;br /&gt;There's so much I need to say to you&lt;br /&gt;So many reasons why&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one&lt;br /&gt;Who really knew me at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take a look at me now&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there's just an empty space&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left here to remind me&lt;br /&gt;Just the memory of your face&lt;br /&gt;So Take a look at me now&lt;br /&gt;Cause there's just an empty space&lt;br /&gt;But to wait for you is&lt;br /&gt;All I can do&lt;br /&gt;And that's what I've got to face.&lt;br /&gt;Take a good look at me now&lt;br /&gt;'Cause l'll still be standing (standing here)&lt;br /&gt;And you coming back to me is against all odds&lt;br /&gt;That's the chance I've got to take&lt;br /&gt;(chance I got to take, got to take...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-1555074730132548818?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-6392993928320404739</id><published>2008-10-24T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T04:53:18.760-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>basah</title><content type='html'>bantal gue basah oleh ingus dan air mata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-6392993928320404739?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6392993928320404739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=6392993928320404739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/6392993928320404739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/6392993928320404739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/basah.html' title='basah'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-7238030456846741391</id><published>2008-10-22T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T08:03:29.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>facts</title><content type='html'>okay, so now since i got tagged by shila, i gotta write 10 facts about myself !&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am a jealous person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I get jealous when someone's better than me at something, or when someone got something that i want so badly.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I eat much, and i don't get any fatter.&lt;/span&gt; And I'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;m s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;orry for that, hehehe.. But seriously, everybody keeps saying about how skinny and skinnier i get day by day, the fact they might haven't discovered, i eat a lot, so don't blame me for not getting any fatter.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I sing a lot&lt;/span&gt;. Someday i will be a singer...........................yeah just someday. I can't leave without music and music really gets the best of me. I don't care when people told me to shut up!&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I usually talk quickly&lt;/span&gt;. Or just call it babbling, i don't mind, i know sometimes people don't understand what i'm saying&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wanna marry someone like Chris Brown&lt;/span&gt;, i don't know, just some kinda hot guy who can dance &amp;amp; sing, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;or John Mayer&lt;/span&gt;, who plays guitar and writes songs, those types of guys always got me screamin'!&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I think i'm quite photogenic&lt;/span&gt;. No joke! God, i disgustingly love my self too much.&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have a bad sense of art&lt;/span&gt;. Seriously, i can't draw!&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I cry all the time, &lt;/span&gt;when i watch some romantic movies, when i got on a fight with my boyfriend, when my cellphone doesn't work, just feel free to cry yourself to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love technology&lt;/span&gt;, i love gadget and other cool stuff, i can't live without the fridge and microwave!&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't cook.&lt;/span&gt; I hate it when my housekeeper gotta go for mudik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. And now, i tag &lt;a href="http://krabbypattyisgood.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ska&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://anissapramudita.blogspot.com/"&gt;AP&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hihi :) (curang ih cuma 2 orang)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the rules are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;The Rules :&lt;br /&gt;1. Each blogger must post these rules.&lt;br /&gt;2. Each blogger starts with ten random facts/habits about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;3. Bloggers that are tagged need to write on their own blog about their ten things and post these rules. At the end of your blog, you need to choose ten people to get tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;4. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’ve been tagged and to read your blog.&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/1075088061596006055-7238030456846741391?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7238030456846741391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=7238030456846741391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/7238030456846741391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/7238030456846741391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/facts.html' title='facts'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-9050229698082007402</id><published>2008-10-21T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T21:54:46.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot hot cold</title><content type='html'>Whats so cool about my class? It is so cool that i almost get killed. Literally cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when i get out of the class, it's hotter than ever. Btw i watched The Notebook on Poch's Ipod. I cried a river&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-9050229698082007402?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/9050229698082007402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=9050229698082007402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/9050229698082007402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/9050229698082007402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/hot-hot-cold.html' title='Hot hot cold'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-6541075620967063995</id><published>2008-10-20T07:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T07:54:06.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring my spirit back!</title><content type='html'>holy crap. gue gak ada semangat2 nya ngerjain karya tulis sialan itu. sumpaaaah gimana nih, semangatin gue dong! gue gampang banget distracted zz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-6541075620967063995?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6541075620967063995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=6541075620967063995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/6541075620967063995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/6541075620967063995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/bring-my-spirit-back.html' title='Bring my spirit back!'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-7371702712811178827</id><published>2008-10-20T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T06:38:11.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alhamdulillah!</title><content type='html'>Blog gue udh bener doooong !&lt;br /&gt;Gue ahirnya download &lt;a href="http://www.mozilla.com/en-US/firefox/"&gt;Mozilla Firefox&lt;/a&gt; hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-7371702712811178827?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7371702712811178827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=7371702712811178827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/7371702712811178827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/7371702712811178827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/alhamdulillah.html' title='Alhamdulillah!'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-703260976382502256</id><published>2008-10-19T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T06:53:09.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOG GUE KENAPA NIH</title><content type='html'>KOK TIAP MAU BKIN POST BARU, GA ADA TEXTBAR NYA? TERUS DIBAWAHNYA 'ERROR ON PAGE' KENAPA YA? HELP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-703260976382502256?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/703260976382502256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=703260976382502256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/703260976382502256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/703260976382502256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-gue-kenapa-nih.html' title='BLOG GUE KENAPA NIH'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-1426183482120120216</id><published>2008-10-16T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T08:16:10.786-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>monster</title><content type='html'>today, i've been a really....................................................f-ing monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gue dateng ke sekolah, dan menyadari hp gue ketinggalan di mobil. gue pun panik dengan lebay nya. it's not a big deal, though. and i realized that it must be...............another PMS cycle. shhhhhht im so over it. lalu parfum adek gue, yg gue bawa, tumpah semua di tas sekolah gue, rasanya mau pingsan, karena sumpah gue gak enak banget sm adek gue dan itu adalah parfum kesukaan gue! GDDMMT! mulai gue panik bingung mikir tapi tetep aja tuh parfum gak bakal balik!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puncaknya, aji ngmng sesuatu ke gue yg bikin gue sirik dan iri, intinya dia bisa mendapatkan sesuatu yg selama ini mati2an gue pengen banget! gue sirik! gue sebel! gue gak bisa ngedapetin itu karena gue gapunya duit, sedangkan aji gampang aja gt td ngmngnya! babiiiiii! yaudah gue nangis. yak, gue nangis. sangat amat super lebay. saat itulah gue menyadari, i'm a super sensitive and over-reacting person ever. i'm easily taken over by my emotions and those f-ing hormones. i hate myself for being so not able to control myself. everything now seems very blur and i can change my mood in just another five minutes. i'm no longer a human, i'm turning into monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gue sama aji udh baikan, lalu sekarang berantem lagi gr2 hal gak penting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;detik ini gue benci banget sm diri gue sendiri, dan mungkin detik berikutnya gue kehilangan orang yg gue sayangi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-1426183482120120216?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1426183482120120216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=1426183482120120216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/1426183482120120216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/1426183482120120216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/monster.html' title='monster'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-5960083286289282064</id><published>2008-10-11T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T21:42:15.820-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>So Madly in Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8duu_XOx1oE/SPF_WGONYLI/AAAAAAAAAEI/1CSt4fzDTA8/s1600-h/DSC00582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256122257722138802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8duu_XOx1oE/SPF_WGONYLI/AAAAAAAAAEI/1CSt4fzDTA8/s320/DSC00582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8duu_XOx1oE/SPF_WJpObdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gA944miCZ3M/s1600-h/DSC00590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256122258640760274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8duu_XOx1oE/SPF_WJpObdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/gA944miCZ3M/s320/DSC00590.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8duu_XOx1oE/SPF_We8KwOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/nrK-UWyntUc/s1600-h/DSC00583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256122264357355746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8duu_XOx1oE/SPF_We8KwOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/nrK-UWyntUc/s320/DSC00583.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8duu_XOx1oE/SPF_WV_IiJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/1BLGiW74hKI/s1600-h/DSC00571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256122261953874066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8duu_XOx1oE/SPF_WV_IiJI/AAAAAAAAAEg/1BLGiW74hKI/s320/DSC00571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8duu_XOx1oE/SPF_W3IALhI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mx66ALiWohg/s1600-h/DSC00572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256122270849445394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8duu_XOx1oE/SPF_W3IALhI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mx66ALiWohg/s320/DSC00572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;my sony ericsson K770i's camera is back on track! finally. setelah melewati hari2 garing dan suram tanpa kamera. now i get my life back.&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/1075088061596006055-5960083286289282064?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5960083286289282064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=5960083286289282064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/5960083286289282064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/5960083286289282064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-madly-in-love.html' title='So Madly in Love'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8duu_XOx1oE/SPF_WGONYLI/AAAAAAAAAEI/1CSt4fzDTA8/s72-c/DSC00582.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-2394545368963041653</id><published>2008-10-10T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T00:02:42.035-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><title type='text'>Ngalay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;gue abis ngalay, bukan ngayal, tapi ngalay. maksudnya, melakukan hal2 yg alay aja gt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;kmrn gue pergi ke RS, ke klinik muka gue, buat ke dokter muka gue, soalnya krim gue abis. duh yg namanya rejeki tuh alhamdulillah banget ya, dokter gue itu kebetulan temen se-genk nya bokap gue pas SMA, jadi bisa langsung periksa tanpa harus ngantri pdhl antrian nya bejibun zz alhamdulillah banget deh pokonya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;trs gue dijemput sm AP, kita mau makan sushi di sushi tei gading sm nykpnya dan adeknya. seru deh, nykpnya baiiiiiik sekaliiiiiii hihi gue ditraktir sushi deh.. kayanya cuma itu bagian dari hari kmrn yg gak alay ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;trs gue mau servis hp gue. tau kan, kamera hp gue rusak gt, terus ternyata bisa dibetulin tp hrs bayar 150rb! gila, nykp gue marah2 gt karena kecerobohan gueeee.... sbnrnya tu hp bisa ditungguin sampe 1 jam tapi berhubung duit di dompet gue cuma 70.000, gue ambil aja tu hp besoknya (hari ini).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;adek gue kan nitip beliin headset, yaudah gue terpaksa NGALAY muter2 gading SENDIRIAN buat nyari headset ipod. dia maunya yg dicantel gt. susah nyarinya zz gue udh kayak anak ilang sendirian. lalu dgn naluri alay gue, gue pun menjelajah isi gading. pas masuk gramedia, eh ketemu atha sm kakanya. trs gue ke Stroberi (toko aksesoris yg heboh rame banget itu) yak, gue pun masuk dgn terpaksa. gue ngerasa kayak mbak mbak tengil tapi apa boleh buat. gue pun nemu tempat hp murah dan gak norak, cuma 7rb perak loh aaaww!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;trs gue ke disc tarra, malah liat2 cd. trs.. cd yg lg diputer kok lagu nya enak2 ya?! pas gue liat di bagian 'Now Playing' nya, ternyata itu CD berjudul &lt;a href="http://www.kabayancentral.com/music/universal/mmcdp941379.html"&gt;'In Love With Manilow'&lt;/a&gt; baguuuuuus bangeeeeet gue bener2 ngeh pas ada lagu Can't Smile Without You digabungin sama lagu lain gt, trs track 2 nya, Copacabana, bener2 dikemas unik banget dan gue suka bangettttttt! pas gue mau beli, jreng jreng jreeeeng harganya 119.000 rupiah. langsung diem gue. stres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.believedigital.it/covers/album/8421597048367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px" height="257" alt="" src="http://www.believedigital.it/covers/album/8421597048367.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;gue jg mau beli CD 'World Mestizo Ensemble Acoustic Vol 1', kayaknya lagu nya bagus2 deh.. harganya jg 'cuma' 55rb tapi mengingat duit gue cuma 70.000 gue mengurungkan niat membeli cd itu :( trs skrg kepikiran mulu deh...... tau Everybody's Changing nya Marian Dacal kan? nah ada di CD ini!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;alay-trip gue diakhiri dgn pergi ke ITC Cempaka Mas, nemenin adek gue nyari headset (yg susahnya minta ampun) dan yaampun gue gak tahan banget pergi ke bagian elektronik komputer2 gt karena gue suka bangeeeet rasanya pengen beli ini itu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;PS: Pas pulang, gue chatting sm AP, trnyata dia punya CD In Love With Manilow! Langsung aja gue minta dikirimin lagu2 nya :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-2394545368963041653?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2394545368963041653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=2394545368963041653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/2394545368963041653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/2394545368963041653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/ngalay.html' title='Ngalay'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-6661295965933300743</id><published>2008-10-08T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T08:02:28.600-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><title type='text'>Image of a Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;gue lagi pusing tujuh keliling cari perbedaan &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Binge Eating Disorder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; dan &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Overeating Compulsive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. ada yg tau? kalo tau pleeease let me know, itu semua buat bahan karya tulis gue (SYARAT KELULUSAN, blah!) yg berjudul "Penggunaan Hipnoterapi untuk Mengatasi Kelainan Pola Makan" dan dua hal yg tadi gue tanyakan berhubungan dengan kelainan pola makan. i googled it dan yg gue dapat semua artikel dalam bahasa Inggris dan gue mengalami kesulitan :'( so please please if you guys have a word, please let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo,&lt;br /&gt;gue pun tergugah karena semakin hari, &lt;strong&gt;media massa&lt;/strong&gt;-lah yang menentukan definisi cantik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"cantik itu berkulit putih"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;begitu kata suatu iklan produk pemutih wajah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, hello? don't you know that everyone was born with their own skin colors? ada yg memang dari lahirnya berkulit putih, kuning, coklat, hitam, semua itu emang udh diatur sama Tuhan! kita terlahir dengan berbagai macam ras dan suku bangsa. buat kita yang orang Indonesia, memang sudah dari sananya berkulit kuning langsat atau sawo matang. &lt;strong&gt;berkulit sawo matang bukanlah suatu kesalahan yang harus diperbaiki!&lt;/strong&gt; justru itulah yang membedakan kita dari bangsa lain, yaitu warna kulit kita, warna orang Melayu! sering liat kan orang bule sibuk tanning di pantai, atau bahkan tanning pake mesin, just to get tanned, supaya kulitnya kecoklatan! they even wanna look like us! kita bukan orang Eropa yang terlahir dgn kulit khas kaukasian yg putih, kita juga bukan orang Afrika yang berkulit hitam, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;kita adalah orang Indonesia dengan warna kulit yang sangat Indonesia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, so screw those whitening-cream products!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"cantik itu bertubuh langsing, tidak gemuk dan tidak kurus"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;capek gak sih ngeliat iklan pelangsing tubuh? mulai dari obat2an sampai alat2 pelangsing skrg banyak dijual di pasaran. berbagai keluhan orang2 pun sering gue denger, banyak temen2 yg ngeluh &lt;em&gt;"aduh gue gendutan nih"&lt;/em&gt; padahal kurusnya gak jauh beda dari gue, atau &lt;em&gt;"duh gue udh mulai harus ngurusin badan nih"&lt;/em&gt; padahal dia masih terlihat normal (di mata gue). hey, mau gendut kek, mau kurus kek, &lt;strong&gt;it doesnt define who you are, a healthy body and beautiful soul are&lt;/strong&gt;. stop ngeluh pengen kurus, yang penting sehat! dan stop komplain terlalu kurus (gue paling sering nih, disangkain orang2 gue gapernah makan, padahal???) yang penting sehaaat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;menurut gue, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;yang orang Indonesia butuhkan adalah iklan peningkatan self-esteem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, yang menjual alat2 peningkat rasa percaya diri, obat2an yang membuat kita semakin bersyukur atas siapa kita sebenarnya, hehe gak ada sih alat dan obat kayak gituan, tapi maksud gue, yang kita butuhin tuh bukan iklan yang memberitahu 'kesalahan2' yg ada di tubuh kita yg membuat kita merasa semakin rendah, yang kita butuhin tuh iklan yang bisa meningkatkan self-esteem kita sebagai manusia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-6661295965933300743?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6661295965933300743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=6661295965933300743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/6661295965933300743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/6661295965933300743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/image-of-beauty.html' title='Image of a Beauty'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-5140575433627450297</id><published>2008-10-07T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T07:34:19.176-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv show'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><title type='text'>let's be real</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;please dong ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;sinetron jaman sekarang nambah hari nambah gak bener. zonk semua. bener2 gak bikin pinter dan gak ada penting2nya. zz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;kenapa sih, production house rela ngebayar duit buat pemain2 sinetron yg kayak &lt;strong&gt;mas-mas tengil dan mbak-mbak tengil&lt;/strong&gt; itu? aktingnya maksa, mukanya menor, ah mendingan juga bayar gue. atau engga, bintang2 sinetron yg mukanya indo-campuran gt, sorry to say, tapi &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;kebanyakan&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;dari mereka &lt;strong&gt;(gak semua ya)&lt;/strong&gt; cuma menang pretty face doang, tapi skillnya? zonk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;semua yg ada di sinetron terasa terlalu dibuat2. mungkin itu yg disebut dengan &lt;em&gt;imajinasi&lt;/em&gt;, tapi gue sampe skrg gak ngeliat seninya tuh, dimana coba bagusnya, yg ada malah maksa. jalan ceritanya maksa ; ada orang miskin yg dulunya pemulung atau pengamen atau apalah, ketemu cowo cakep yg tajir, terus jatuh cinta, terus orangtuanya si cowo gak suka jadi mereka menyiksa si cewe, blah blah blah, muntah. atau yg paling &lt;em&gt;in&lt;/em&gt; banget, cerita2 remaja SMP atau SMA. tapi kadang gak masuk akal. masa sih ke sekolah pake anting yg segede gaban gt? pake blush-on menor kayak abis ditampar? pake kalung segede bakso urat? get real!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;kenapa sih kita gak bikin sinetron yg lebih masuk akal, bukan sinetron yg penuh pembohongan dan pembodohan kayak gt?!! gue akan salut banget, kalo ada sinetron isinya 'berisi', mendidik tapi gak garing, sesuai sama realita, jalan ceritanya jelas dan gak melebar kemana2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-5140575433627450297?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5140575433627450297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=5140575433627450297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/5140575433627450297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/5140575433627450297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/lets-be-real.html' title='let&apos;s be real'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-822539687832953830</id><published>2008-10-04T21:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T21:30:39.712-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><title type='text'>BANDUNG : the place to be</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8duu_XOx1oE/SOhCuQUeXXI/AAAAAAAAAEA/HyjfK6c92ss/s1600-h/DSC00373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253522327749942642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8duu_XOx1oE/SOhCuQUeXXI/AAAAAAAAAEA/HyjfK6c92ss/s200/DSC00373.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;ah senangnya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;hari jumat kemarin gue ke BANDUNG! aaah finally! rasanya seneeeeeeeeeeeeeng banget, ahirnya bisa ketemu sm temen2 : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;pagi itu gue berangkat jam 8an sama keluarga gue (papa mama oci). jam 10an udh sampe bandung. langsung tancep, makaaaan di &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bandungtourism.com/html/fa_restaurant-mi-in.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Ma'uneh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; yang di setiabudi, soalnya yang satu lagi masih tutup. jam 10an aja udh lumayan banyak yg dateng, apalagi kl siangan lagi, tar penuh banget bisa2 ga dapet tempat. setelah kenyang menikmati &lt;em&gt;pepes telor asin &lt;/em&gt;yang emang maknyuss banget dan makanan lain yg gak kalah enak, kita pun bergegas ke dago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;berhubung bokap hrs solat jumat, jd kita parkir di sebelah yoghurt Columbia, terus beli yoghurt sm batagor. terus lanjut jalan2 ke FO sekitar dago. yaampun yg namanya FO jaman skrg ya udh mahal2, jelek2 pula, uh sabar deh. gue sm adek gue udh bete aja tuh nunggu nya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;jam 2an si Rifqi dan Ceu Ayu dateng. mreka itu temen SMP gue. terus yaudah duduk2 dulu deh sambil ngobrol di sekitar FO Episode. pas lagi ngobrol, mendadak gue ngeliat sosok yg tidak asing lagi...............yaitu: RAMA. yaaaelaaaah bosen abis, di bandung masiiiih aja ketemu! gue langsung teriak "Rama!" pas dia nengok, komentarnya adalah "yah.. ketemu lagi!" hehe gimana gak bosen, selama di jakarta sering banget jalan sm tu anak, masa di bandung msh ketemu lg, cckkck what a small world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;terus si Irfan (Ipeh) jemput, sm Eldi juga. hehe horeeeee seneeeng ketemu mereka. terus jemput mantan gue dulu, Rendy, di rmh neneknya. kaget pas ketemu rendy, dia dateng sambil baca buku psikologi, ckckck.... yaudalah trs kita bingung mau makan di mana. tadinya mau ke Warung Laos, eh pindah ke Clique, pindah ke Bober, eh ujung2nya ke Rumah Kebun di riau. abis banyak maunya sih, ada yg gakmau makanan sunda, ada yg nyari view nya bagus, ada yg mau yg murah2 aja, ada yg mau sambil sisha, yaelah gue mah yg penting enak buat makan dan ngobrol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;seneng deh ketemu lagi sm temen lama. bisa ngobrol2in masa lalu. seru juga, ngeliat keadaan temen2 gue skrg, apalagi ipeh eldi rendy itu temen gue dr SD, jd gue udh tau mereka dr masih ingusan hehe. banyak sih perubahan nya. rifqi eldi ipeh skrg ngerokok, cuma kl si ipeh mah cuma social smoker, gapernah beli rokok. si eldi aja skrg yg ngerokok nya nambah kenceng hehe pdhl dulu seinget gue dia tuh anak mami banget, skrg smenjak SMA di bandung jd begitu hehe.. terus si rendy gak ngerokok, masih aja asma. dr dulu emg dia bengekan, dikit2 asma. si ceu2 msh aja oneng, suka tulalit dan gak nyambung. si eldi masih aja putih dan ganteng, tu anak jd bintang sinetron pasti laku. si rifqi jd genduuuut banget, gue heran, ternyata pas di boarding school dia dikasih makan mulu, tp skrg dia udh pindah ke SMA 3 bandung (weeeey). si ipeh masih agak2 gagap, tapi yg gak berubah dari dia adalah kebaikannya dan friendly nya itu loh. dia selalu berprinsip "mau baik sama semua orang" sampe kdg2 org2 ada yg manfaatin kebaikan dia. gue salut sm dia, setiap ada temen yg ke bandung, pst dia anter-jemput dan ajak jalan. trs skrg dia udh sukses, kerja jadi Event Organizer. gue salut banget sm dia. ada satu hal yg gue suka banget dr dia, dia bilang "kalo temen tuh ko, prinsip gue, cari teman sebanyak2nya. tapi kalo sahabat, nah.. beda lagi. dari dulu lo liat kan, walopun gue udh pindah ke bandung, sahabat gue ya tetep aja si Ijal, dan anak2 yg dari dulu emg udh bareng sm gue, kayak si rendy sm eldi ini. karena nyari sahabat tuh susah ko.. dan gue berharap sampe tua kita bisa sahabatan ya"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;gue sangat terinspirasi. cari temen emg gampang, tapi cari sahabat itu susah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/1075088061596006055-822539687832953830?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/822539687832953830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=822539687832953830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/822539687832953830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/822539687832953830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/bandung-place-to-be.html' title='BANDUNG : the place to be'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8duu_XOx1oE/SOhCuQUeXXI/AAAAAAAAAEA/HyjfK6c92ss/s72-c/DSC00373.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-8334475597092325820</id><published>2008-10-01T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T06:24:28.521-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><title type='text'>Lebaran ; )</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;PENGEN NYAPU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;begitulah hal pertama yg gue rasakan saat menginjakkan kaki LAGI di rumah gue. it is always nice to be home again, except for the truth that your house is totally a mess (and dirrrrrty).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;gue udh pulang dari puncak loh! senang sekali di puncak, DINGIIIIN BANGEEET SUMPAH brrrr! disana suhunya 22 derajat (indoor, yg outdoor lebih dingin). gue nginep di villa nenek gue, ada namanya loh: Villa Delica 99. letaknya persis di blakang Hotel Bukit Indah (gosipnya tu hotel punya Tamara Blezynski). tempatnya enak, bersih, dan ada perapian nya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hari pertama, tgl 29 september 2008, gue berangkat jam 9.50, niatnya berangkat jam 9, yaaaa biasalah, fashionably late. trs nyampe nya siang jam stngh 1 gt. alhamdulillah perjalanan lancar dan gak begitu macet, cuma padat merayap doang. hari pertama bete, karena yg dtg baru keluarga gue doang. ahirnya gue habiskan untuk foto2 sama adek gue, pake kamera hp nyokap gue (N70) KARENA KAMERA HP GUE RUSAK DAN GUE GAK BAWA DIGICAM. pintar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252167889421380610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8duu_XOx1oE/SONy3kWsrAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wgAd3AT1MWs/s320/DSC06293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kalo yg ini pake hp adek gue zz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252167885546738994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8duu_XOx1oE/SONy3V66VTI/AAAAAAAAADA/EykylIVYi-s/s320/29092008321.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;seneng byk bunga2 nya ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252167884723642786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8duu_XOx1oE/SONy3S2q4aI/AAAAAAAAADI/A79ogVxm3Bc/s320/29092008407.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lalu, hari kedua gue jalan2 nyari ATM (gak penting) dilanjutkan jalan2 ke Kota Bunga. lucu (dan norak) aja ngeliat2 rumah contoh. eh trs gue foto aja gt, udh kyk udik banget asli!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252170221136310754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8duu_XOx1oE/SON0_Sq28eI/AAAAAAAAADY/dLun05KqRkw/s200/puncak+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sama eyangkung &amp;amp; eyangti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lalu, siangan dikit dateng deh sodara2 gue yg lain nya. bete pun berkurang. seneng deh kumpul2 keluarga, apalagi kalo ketemu yg satu ini:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252170227527843986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8duu_XOx1oE/SON0_qeuAJI/AAAAAAAAADg/v6ZxOQtvMIo/s200/puncak+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;namanya&lt;strong&gt; Shah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lucu kan? itu sepupu gue yg paling kecil. ahirnya hari itu gue mulai ngalor-ngidul menahan lapar (puasa terahir nih!) mana spupu gue msh kecil smua jd pada buka duluan :( gue pun melakukan segala cara, mulai dari main DS (ujung2nya main Cooking Mama ~ngenes banget yak) sampe naik kuda. nah yg ini baru seru!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252170225876790626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8duu_XOx1oE/SON0_kVE7WI/AAAAAAAAADo/LfSbk4zHoL8/s200/DSC04277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252170236162216370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8duu_XOx1oE/SON1AKpUEbI/AAAAAAAAAD4/xyClo9QXmJo/s200/DSC04282.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252170234236059698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8duu_XOx1oE/SON1ADeFQDI/AAAAAAAAADw/rCbQB7jkz3g/s200/DSC04279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;seru naik kuda, deg2an dingin2 gimanaaa gt ; mana jalan nya naik turun, takut bgt gue.. tapi seneng. hehehe norak. lalu malemnya bagi2 THR, karena sodara2 gue byk yg mau pulang malem itu jg. sialnya, lumayan sih, dapet 370rb, dan &lt;em&gt;gue msh ngarep THR dr keluarga bokap gue (lalu kenyataan nya, hari ini gue gak dapet uang sepeserpun dari keluarga bokap, ngenes abis)&lt;/em&gt; lalu malem itu nyokap gue dan tante2 gue cerita masa lalu gt, nostalgia. dulu mreka hobi nya disko (CAELAAAH) kerjaan nya dulu clubbing aja gt, nge-dance sm keringetan, tiap minggu pasti bikin baju baru, aaaah lucunya. tp di zaman gue skrg????? HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;besoknya, hari LEBARAAAAN, yaitu hari ini. gue makan udh super kalap gt, parah. pagi2 makan opor ayam. siangnya udh nyampe jkt, langsung ke rmh eyang dr keluarga bokap, makan sop buntut (super kalap). trs muter2 lagi, ke rmh eyang yg di tebet (eyang nya banyak banget hehe) makan muffin isi coklat yg msh melt gt.....................parah enaknya. trs ke rmh eyang yg di kemang, makan pempek asli Palembang sampe mabok, dan makan SATE KAMBING! nah gue jarang (apa gak pernah) makan sate kambing, tapi entah knp yg td itu rasanya maknyusss banget! lalu abis itu perut gue rasanya nano nano, isinya udh kolesterol dan lemak semua, alias JUNK FOOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lebaran gini emg paling enak kalo makan2, apalagi yg bersantan dan pedes dan berlemak dan errrrgh apalah itu. tapi inget, kita abis puasa sebulan penuh, abis bersihin perut, eh pas lebaran perutnya malah diisi sama yg kayak gt. jd hati2 kl makan, jgn kalap buuuu!&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/1075088061596006055-8334475597092325820?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8334475597092325820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=8334475597092325820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/8334475597092325820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/8334475597092325820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2008/10/lebaran.html' title='Lebaran ; )'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8duu_XOx1oE/SONy3kWsrAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wgAd3AT1MWs/s72-c/DSC06293.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-9142891019073139527</id><published>2008-09-28T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T07:45:37.401-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>lebaran nanti...</title><content type='html'>gue gak mudik! ah sedih ya.. gue gak punya kampung, keluarga gue udh di jakarta semua. sebenernya gue dulu msh mudik ke jogja, pas msh ada eyang buyut, tp kayaknya itu terahir kali gue mudik deh. hari2 lebaran gue selalu dihabiskan di jkt, di rumah eyang2.. yah tipikal org2 lebaran di jkt lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi taun lalu gue lebaran nya di villa nenek gue, di puncak. dan taun ini jg bakal kayak gt. bsk gue brkt ke puncak nih zzz males banget. sebenernya ngerayain di puncak ada maksud dan tujuan nya jg, hehe, soalnya pembantu nenek gue yg d jkt pulang smua, tp kl di puncak ada pembantu, jadi yaaaaaa jadilah lebaran di villa zzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ah males nih gue, di puncak mau ngapain coba? ngendon di villa gak ada hiburan, ujung2nya ketemu kuda terus naik kuda keliling2, ah basi banget. gue butuh hiburan! ipod gue rusak! bangkeeeee bangeeeet! kamera hp gue rusak! kamera digital udh gak jelas nasipnya! mau bawa laptop tp percuma kl gbs internet! ooooooooh nooooooo waaaaaay aku bisa gila! mana skrg gue lg gak enak badan mual2 pengen muntah zz kesel banget! mana aji lg mudik ah sialan gue kangen bangeeet! dan skrg nykp gue lg ngoceh ngsh ceramah blablabla yaampuuuun hidup gueeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-9142891019073139527?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/9142891019073139527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=9142891019073139527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/9142891019073139527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/9142891019073139527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2008/09/lebaran-nanti.html' title='lebaran nanti...'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-4541495754766671577</id><published>2008-09-25T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T21:39:17.003-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Laskar Pelangi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8duu_XOx1oE/SNxi21A9fqI/AAAAAAAAAC4/myjAxf8brb4/s1600-h/laskarpelangi_image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250179959690722978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8duu_XOx1oE/SNxi21A9fqI/AAAAAAAAAC4/myjAxf8brb4/s320/laskarpelangi_image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;duh kenapa ya film Laskar Pelangi gak ada gambarnya di google? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://fuad148.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/laspel_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;yaudah pake gambar ini aja deh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;subhanallah, film Laskar Pelangi ini baguuuus bangeeet! bener2 menyentuh dan menginspirasi! gue ntn ini di &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blitzmegaplex.com/en/movie_detail.php?id=MOV425"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Blitz Megaplex&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;yg di Mall of Indonesia, alhamdulillah gak ngantre, gak penuh2 bgt kok bioskopnya, apalagi aji udh bikin blitzcard jd beli tiket makin gampang deh (hahaha iklan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;film ini diadaptasi dari novel Andrea Hirata yg berjudul sama. jujur aja gue blm baca novelnya, tp dgr2 si &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.21cineplex.com/slowmotion/andrea-hirata-kagumi-film-laskar-pelangi,349.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Andrea Hirata &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;sendiri memuji film Laskar Pelangi ini, katanya film ini lebih bagus dr novelnya. hmm... jd gak sabar pengen baca novelnya hihi ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;film ini bercerita tentang kehidupan di SD Muhamadiyah Gantong, di Pulau Belitong, yg termasuk pulau terkaya di Indonesia. walaupun pulau terkaya, kondisi SD ini sangat memprihatinkan. Bu Muslimah (Cut Mini) dan Pak Harfan (Ikranegara) sedang menunggu para siswa yg mau mendaftar di sekolah ini, kalau kurang dari 10 siswa, maka sekolah akan ditiadakan. adegan ini benar2 membuat miris dan tersentuh, anak2 miskin ternyata masih ada yg semangat untuk sekolah. ahirnya terkumpullah 10 anak yg mau bersekolah di SD Muhamadiyah tersebut, yg kemudian Bu Mus juluki "Laskar Pelangi".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;banyak adegan yg bener2 bikin gue tersentuh, kayanya dr awal aja gue udh nangis (lebay........tapi itulah gue). semangat Lintang, anak dari pesisir yg jauh2 datang cuma untuk mengejar cita2, bener2 jd inspirasi buat gue. apalagi di adegan terahir, gue bener2 nangis kejer, soalnya bener2 menyentuh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;logat khas melayu dan suasana sumatra di jaman dulu mjd warna tersendiri buat film ini; orang2 berlalu lalang naik sepeda, perempuan2 pake kerudung dan rok panjang, dan para lelaki yg menjadi pekerja di perusahaan timah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;intinya, film ini adalah another indonesian's greatest movie, setelah film indonesia yg bnr2 bagus terahir yg gue tonton adalah Ayat Ayat Cinta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&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/1075088061596006055-4541495754766671577?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4541495754766671577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=4541495754766671577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/4541495754766671577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/4541495754766671577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2008/09/laskar-pelangi.html' title='Laskar Pelangi'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8duu_XOx1oE/SNxi21A9fqI/AAAAAAAAAC4/myjAxf8brb4/s72-c/laskarpelangi_image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-2173362087328171153</id><published>2008-09-24T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T07:51:02.199-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><title type='text'>teraweh perdana</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;bukan, bukan berarti selama ini gue ga pernah traweh. barusan adalah teraweh perdana gue di mesjid kompleks gue, hehe :D slama ini gue blm traweh di mesjid komplek gue, pernahnya di mesjid gading sm mesjid skolah, atau paling banter di rmh, gr2 kmrn UTS dan gue jg baru selesai dapet, ahirnya hari ini gue pun berniat untuk traweh di mesjid (dgn harapan ketemu cwo2 kompleks gue yg terkenal gaul dan ganteng HAHAHA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;sialnya, enggak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;malem ini, malem ke 25, yg traweh dikit. cuma ada mbak2 sama ibu2 kalo yg di tempat cewenya. gue udh ngarep ketemu temen kompleks yg seumuran pdhl, kan slama ini gue kurang &lt;em&gt;ber&lt;/em&gt;gaul, yg gue kenal ujung2nya cuma si tebo (temen sekelas) atau bidari (adek kelas tp skrg pindah ke 8).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;barusan gue jg kena insiden mukena. jd hari ini kebetulan angin nya kenceeeng banget, gerimis2 pula. adek gue milih tempat yg di bwh kipas angin persis aja gt, katanya gerah sih. yaudah mau gak mau gue ngikut, tapi ujung2nya kita pindah maju 1 saf sih... gue ogah banget deket kipas angin, selain karena takut masuk angin (gak elit, i know) gue jg kebetulan lg pake mukena yg bahan nya tipis, jd takut terbang2. YAK, BENER AJA. MUKENA GUE TERBANG2 NAIK2 KEBAWA ANGIN PAS GUE LAGI SOLAT. adek gue ngakak. gue pasrah, ahirnya mukenanya gue masukin ke bawahan nya (ngerti gak?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;btw, ini kan malem ganjil, insya Allah malem ini kita smua dapet berkah lailatul qadr, amin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-2173362087328171153?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2173362087328171153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=2173362087328171153' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/2173362087328171153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/2173362087328171153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2008/09/teraweh-perdana.html' title='teraweh perdana'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-6376873763804027596</id><published>2008-09-23T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T00:06:01.104-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><title type='text'>FOR SALE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8duu_XOx1oE/SNnllf5k9qI/AAAAAAAAACo/sBdch8XiZZY/s1600-h/gladiator-black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249479273057941154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8duu_XOx1oE/SNnllf5k9qI/AAAAAAAAACo/sBdch8XiZZY/s400/gladiator-black.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8duu_XOx1oE/SNnll385D-I/AAAAAAAAACw/lGrfE5Bjmqg/s1600-h/gladiator-olive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249479279514292194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8duu_XOx1oE/SNnll385D-I/AAAAAAAAACw/lGrfE5Bjmqg/s400/gladiator-olive.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8duu_XOx1oE/SNnk0iOx4bI/AAAAAAAAACY/Fan2U1gTkLI/s1600-h/gladiator-black.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8duu_XOx1oE/SNnk0xqhdVI/AAAAAAAAACg/-ktKJWZcEjo/s1600-h/gladiator-olive.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;gue jualan sendal gladiator, hihi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;ada yg warna&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;dark olive green&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;brown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;(gambar yg atas warna black, yg bawah dark olive green)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;ayo ayo beli, only for Rp60.000/pair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;please contact me at my msn, or email: &lt;a href="mailto:kikoadhyanti@gmail.com"&gt;kikoadhyanti@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;thankyouuu :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;PS: Big size available ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/1075088061596006055-6376873763804027596?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6376873763804027596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=6376873763804027596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/6376873763804027596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/6376873763804027596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2008/09/for-sale.html' title='FOR SALE!'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8duu_XOx1oE/SNnllf5k9qI/AAAAAAAAACo/sBdch8XiZZY/s72-c/gladiator-black.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-7742126831600472676</id><published>2008-09-23T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T09:11:09.749-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><title type='text'>holiday plans</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i just got so messed up and maybe it's better for me to do some serious thinking..... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;about the school holiday ; about how im gonna spend my stupid holiday all the way in the city ; about being nowhere exciting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;okay, enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;so, my mom has decided that we, the Harsongko family, are not going to have some fancy and impressing vacation out of the city. but maybe we'll go to bandung. we'll see about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i always love bandung.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i always love bandung, i love the food, the distros, the FO (but not very good lately), the cute guys (hihi), and of course, THE OLD FRIENDS. i have some old friends in bandung, and im always dying to see them. i have this little group that i always met when i was there; Irfan Arsandi, Rendy Dwi Putra, Gannery Atmadja. Irfan is the nicest guy ever, he always drop me off and pick me up anytime. Rendy is my ex-boyfriend, it's kinda cute actually to have an ex sitting next to you and talking about the old times.. aah.. And Gannery, or Gan2, is my best friend and we'd been classmates since the 3rd grade - 9th grade. i had a crush on him once, but now i really have no idea why i did. hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;to spend the rest of the days in jakarta, maybe i'd like to have some companies. maybe, i'll go grab some sushi with resty and nana. or maybe, i'll have some culinary trip with rama and friends just like we used to do. or maybe, i'll go to ITC with some girlfriends and buy some good stuff. oh and i also have planned to have a date in my house w/ my boyfie, watching dvds and eating homemade popcorn. that'll be cute. maybe i'll spend all of my THR money just to hang out with my friends and boyfriend. i think that is 90% an action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-7742126831600472676?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7742126831600472676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=7742126831600472676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/7742126831600472676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/7742126831600472676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2008/09/holiday-plans.html' title='holiday plans'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-1354573246530078723</id><published>2008-09-23T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T07:37:48.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid mistake</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;hey people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;sambil menulis blog, gue jg membuka facebook, eh nemu foto2 lucu pas jaman gue pra-LD (2007) di facebooknya &lt;a href="http://www.new.facebook.com/album.php?page=1&amp;amp;aid=2008210&amp;amp;id=1216793556"&gt;Deri Ardia &lt;/a&gt;(our beloved sie.dokumentasi cupcup muah) lucu2 deh, ada muka kita2 pas masih pada jadi capsis; pas masih pada belah tengah (bener2 masa aib gue banget banget banget) dan pada botak2 yg cwo. pake baju segede gambreng dan pita di kanan kiri rambut, BIKIN TONGKAT YG NAUDZUBILLAHINDZALIK SUSAH DAN NAMETAG SAMPE BEGADANG, ohmygod i really miss those old times..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#336666;"&gt;i did something stupid and now i dont know how to take it back. my boyfriend's really fed up, i could tell by the way he texted me, and i am so totally sorry and i wish he read this blog; i wish he knew how i feel......................................................................... i'm sorry ji&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-1354573246530078723?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1354573246530078723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=1354573246530078723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/1354573246530078723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/1354573246530078723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2008/09/stupid-mistake.html' title='stupid mistake'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-1564783350217760668</id><published>2008-09-22T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T08:23:56.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>apology</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;hey aji&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;i love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;im sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-1564783350217760668?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1564783350217760668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=1564783350217760668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/1564783350217760668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/1564783350217760668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2008/09/apology.html' title='apology'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-7481340137889187181</id><published>2008-09-22T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T08:28:05.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>song of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.wellheartmusicjournal.com/Duffy-mercy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.wellheartmusicjournal.com/Duffy-mercy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;gue lagi suka denger lagu Duffy - Mercy ; emang sih udh agak basi lagunya, tapi entah kenapa lagu itu slalu gak pernah bikin gue bosen dan selalu bikin gue pengen berdendang dan bergoyang, aaah... suaranya Duffy catchy banget dan liriknya juga real kok (i mean, in my real life...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/InBwTPs7wy/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/InBwTPs7wy/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/duffy/music/0pvMKb6P/duffy_mercy/"&gt;Mercy - Duffy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-7481340137889187181?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7481340137889187181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=7481340137889187181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/7481340137889187181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/7481340137889187181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2008/09/song-of-day.html' title='song of the day'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-923160087409706302</id><published>2008-09-22T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T08:03:44.745-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv show'/><title type='text'>Gossip Girl season 2 :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://admin.daytonscw.com/uploaded/54_uploadedImage__gossip_girl_week_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://admin.daytonscw.com/uploaded/54_uploadedImage__gossip_girl_week_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gue udh nonton Gossip Girl season 2 eps 1 dan 2, hihi mungkin agak telat ya memberi tau nya, tp mngkn ada jg yg blm ntn, sini gue kasih spoiler nya ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Blair Waldorf punya pacar baru, dan itu bikin Chuck Bass jealous (!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Nate Archibald is dating someone older...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Serena van Der Woodsen and Dan Humphrey are on their way to get back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Jenny Humphrey is doing some fashion-internship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The rest? Lebih baik tonton sendiri, langsung deh ke toko DVD (bajakan) terdekat hehehe atau bisa juga liat di &lt;a href="http://www.surfthechannel.com/"&gt;http://www.surfthechannel.com/&lt;/a&gt; !!&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/1075088061596006055-923160087409706302?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/923160087409706302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=923160087409706302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/923160087409706302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/923160087409706302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2008/09/gossip-girl-season-2.html' title='Gossip Girl season 2 :))'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-6420451271849352679</id><published>2008-09-22T07:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T07:54:18.203-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>PMS (pre?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;im in the middle of my period right now, jadi gue gak puasa, hehe.. gue lg dapet dan rasanya jadi sensi muluuuu, tiap hari kerjaan nya bete, uring2an mulu, bawaan nya marah, alhasil rahardian aji saputra lah yg selalu menjadi sasaran. poor him, kenapa dia harus jadi pacar noriko adhyanti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;biasanya orang2 nyebut kondisi perubahan ini dgn sebutan PMS, alias, Pre-Menstrual Syndrome; but helloooo? ini udh bukan pre lagi! gue udh dapet! kenapa masih aja sensi? kenapa masih aja marah2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;usut punya usut, gue tadi meng-google bentar ttg PMS, lumayan dapet sih informasi, dari &lt;a href="http://hcd2.bupa.co.uk/fact_sheets/html/Premenstrual_tension.html"&gt;http://hcd2.bupa.co.uk/fact_sheets/html/Premenstrual_tension.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...PMS can start up to two weeks before your period and &lt;strong&gt;usually goes away when your period starts&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;It most commonly affects teenagers&lt;/strong&gt; and women in their early 20s. Some women have symptoms of PMS each month before their period starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nearly all women get some mild symptoms before their period&lt;/strong&gt;. However, around one in 20 women have symptoms that interfere with their quality of life. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...With PMS, the symptoms will:&lt;br /&gt;-appear during the two weeks leading up to your menstrual period&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-get better once your period has started&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-come back each month&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;nah lo, katanya yg namanya PMS biasanya hilang kalo udh dapet mens, tapi kenapa gue sampe skrg masih sensi? kan kasian pacar gue kena omel mulu (and now, the number one person i hate the most is my boyfriend, i dont know why but he always seems wrong)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;apa emang gue adalah makhluk super sensitif yang paling menyebalkan di seluruh dunia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;pasti aji menjawab, "iya"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-6420451271849352679?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6420451271849352679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=6420451271849352679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/6420451271849352679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/6420451271849352679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2008/09/pms-pre.html' title='PMS (pre?)'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-1525803010204550355</id><published>2008-09-22T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T07:31:02.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one fine day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;all i need now is one fine day;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;when my girls and i had some creambath and hair-do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;then went to the coffee shop and had some hot cups of coffee plus gossiping all the time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;then went to the cinema and watched some chick-flick and cried together, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and then grabbed some food at our favourite sushi bar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hen shopped at our favourite boutiques, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;got crazy at the bookstore and bought some cutie stationery, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;then had dinner with good live music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no boys allowed; put on your best tops and those skinny-jeans with your fave flip-flops and some cool biggie bags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;arrrrgh i wish i had it now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-1525803010204550355?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1525803010204550355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=1525803010204550355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/1525803010204550355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/1525803010204550355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-fine-day.html' title='one fine day'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-1138520959166128968</id><published>2008-09-21T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T00:30:08.990-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>uts zonk</title><content type='html'>halo semuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ah pasti udh pada kangen ya sama diriku? hihi ahirnya gue menulis blog lagi; setelah vakum lama banget gara2 ISP gue bermasalah dan laptop gue bapuk banget; skrg udh bisa online dooooong hahahaha :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;terus terus di bulan puasa gini, skola gue dgn pintarnya ngadain UTS aja gitu. Freak abis. Gue kurang setuju dgn UTS di kala puasa karena kebanyakan belajar jd laper, aus, blm lagi pahala berkurang gr2 nyontek (gaya)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;selama uts jadwal hidup gue menjadi: pulang skolah tidur sampe jam 3 sore, jam 3 atau jam 4 mulai belajar, jam 5 mulai gatel2 karena belom mandi dan kegerahan, jam stngh 6an mandi sore, lalu buka puasa. abis buka, jam 7an bljr lagi sampe mampus. hasilnya? entah kenapa gue merasa uts gue tuh ZONK banget. okay guys, hold that laughter, mungkin ada yg ketawa baca kata ZONK tersebut, tapi serius deh, gue semakin hari ngerjain uts smakin blank aja gt. mana daerah tempat duduk gue tuh jg gabisa diandalkan, blakang reyner, dpn nicko dandy, sblh kiri tika, sblh kanan tembok. cakeeeep beneeer. alhasil slama hari2 awal uts gue ngerjain nya tanpa nyontek, baru deh mulai plajaran agama gue lngsng hajar nyontek reyner, hihi thankyou rey..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;matematika pun menjadi setan tersendiri bwt gue, karena gue gak les apa2, diajarin lukito sama aja zonk nya, yaudah gue minta diajarin aji pulang skolah. si aji d rmh gue malah tidur2an di sofa, gue nanya dikacangin, ga diajarin apa2, gue malah digangguin lg ngerjain soal, haduh inilah susahnya belajar sambil pacaran hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;terlepas dari itu semua, gue blm ada yg remed. jgn sampai ada yg remed ya Allah. amin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-1138520959166128968?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1138520959166128968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=1138520959166128968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/1138520959166128968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/1138520959166128968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2008/09/uts-zonk.html' title='uts zonk'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-7779668317155261367</id><published>2008-09-21T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T00:42:20.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8duu_XOx1oE/SNX6NmQVmHI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bi0kgOKnz6s/s1600-h/1_548454646l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248376052284495986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8duu_XOx1oE/SNX6NmQVmHI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bi0kgOKnz6s/s320/1_548454646l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;times goes by so slowly for those who wait&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(and moi? i never wanted to wait any longer, i wanna keep it til i die)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&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/1075088061596006055-7779668317155261367?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7779668317155261367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=7779668317155261367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/7779668317155261367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/7779668317155261367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2008/09/memory.html' title='memory'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8duu_XOx1oE/SNX6NmQVmHI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Bi0kgOKnz6s/s72-c/1_548454646l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-2447537365944604246</id><published>2008-09-10T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T18:34:06.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HIATUS!</title><content type='html'>Sorrrrrrrrrrryyyyyyyyy gue udh ga pernah ngupdate postingan gue lagi :( hal ini dikarenakan mama blm bayar speedy dan laptop gue ngehang ; pake telkomnet lamanya seabad.  I know there are lotta new bloggers in da hood :) Greetings! So i'll catch ya guys soon, hari ini insya Allah speedy gue dipasang lagi dan, pssst... gue udh beli laptop baru, baruuu td malem! Hihi.. so byebye sorrow and darkness without technology ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-2447537365944604246?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2447537365944604246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=2447537365944604246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/2447537365944604246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/2447537365944604246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2008/09/hiatus.html' title='HIATUS!'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-3135753497950835010</id><published>2008-07-29T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:33:29.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Demam Berdarah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey semuanya! seneng bisa ngepost blog lagi. seminggu ini gue sakit demam berdarah, dan harus diopname di RS.. sedih ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gue gak tau kena DB nya dimana, maksudnya, digigit dimana gt, yg jelas emg kondisi tubuh gue lg lemah, lg super capek.. gue ga nyangka kena db, karena pas hr sabtu gue msh jln sm cowo gue, makan bebek yg d dkt rmh luluk, trs aji jg smpt main ke rmh. pas dia pulang, badan gue mendadak rasanya lemes trs menggigil, lalu tengah malam badan gue rasanya panas banget, aneh pokonya. ahirnya gue istirahat di rmh. hari senin nya gue periksa darah, hasilnya malah leukosit gue yg turun, trombosit msh normal. nah pas hari selasa gue periksa darah lg, trombosit gue udh turun, ditambah lg gue sering mimisan, ahirnya nykp memutuskan untuk membawa gue ke rs. supaya bisa diinfus katanya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228646907367548066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8duu_XOx1oE/SI_iqOGWZKI/AAAAAAAAABo/gX73L2bFjjo/s320/DSC00321.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;infus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228646904214610786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8duu_XOx1oE/SI_iqCWoY2I/AAAAAAAAABw/gLDB1t0-QyQ/s320/DSC00322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di rs rasanya bete bangeeet. kamarnya vip, tp menurut gue msh aja jelek. errrgggh pokonya bawaan nya kesel mulu gue. makanan nya lumayan enak sih.. tp namanya jg orang sakit. thank God ada indovision d kamar, jd berasa ky d rmh, cuma bete aja gaada HBO nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;terus gue sempet kesel jg sih, gue kira temen2 dan aji gaada yg bs jenguk gue, abis pd sibuk semua sih. eh ternyata pas hr jumat temen2 pd dateng..... ada aji resty anto nadia riza artis laras nykpnya-artis nykpnya-laras hehe thankyouuu.... seneng banget aji bawain gue bunga!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228646895636079762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8duu_XOx1oE/SI_ipiZWZJI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ggbX9FrJJ1o/s320/DSC00346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5 red roses, and 1 white rose..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228646899708864802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8duu_XOx1oE/SI_ipxkYKSI/AAAAAAAAABg/SPOkw7EDq6U/s320/DSC00341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ada kartu ucapan nya hihi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228646896656740290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8duu_XOx1oE/SI_ipmMsb8I/AAAAAAAAABY/EbL0I7VxhxE/s320/DSC00344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;girang!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;hari minggunya jg resty dtg lagi sm nadia, eh trs ada rama nanda lukman deh hehe mereka bete karena gada kerjaan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;anyhoo, hr selasa gue udh pulang dr rs. skrg gue udh d rmh, uuugh thank God..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-3135753497950835010?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3135753497950835010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=3135753497950835010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/3135753497950835010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/3135753497950835010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2008/07/demam-berdarah.html' title='Demam Berdarah'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8duu_XOx1oE/SI_iqOGWZKI/AAAAAAAAABo/gX73L2bFjjo/s72-c/DSC00321.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1075088061596006055.post-3006449966208875636</id><published>2008-07-18T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T07:39:45.055-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>eh iya,</title><content type='html'>lanjut dari postingan gue sebelumnya, di kelas baru gue, gaada nadia marsha yg bisa diajak nyanyi dan ngedance bersama. holy crap&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1075088061596006055-3006449966208875636?l=skippingbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3006449966208875636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1075088061596006055&amp;postID=3006449966208875636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/3006449966208875636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1075088061596006055/posts/default/3006449966208875636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skippingbeat.blogspot.com/2008/07/eh-iya.html' title='eh iya,'/><author><name>Kiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16231665215288043964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M_LIuj5mAPc/Tb1FyXaIbUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h4agMNjQG28/s220/Picture%2B327.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
