tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72419544686168917862023-11-15T22:13:14.811-08:00ordinarydodothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11662130861875437814noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241954468616891786.post-4604491712930586212011-07-10T00:13:00.000-07:002011-07-10T00:24:11.519-07:00Tulisan<span class="Apple-style-span" ><blockquote></blockquote><blockquote></blockquote>Lagi liat-liat tumblr, tiba-tiba gue ngebaca tulisan yang bener2 'ngena' banget. Bagus, pas banget sama gue yang sekarang ini. Gini nih, tulisannya:</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><b><blockquote></blockquote>"Life is too short to wake up in regrets, so love the people who treat you right. Forget about one's who don't. Believe everything happens for a reason. If you get a second chance, grab with both hands. If it changes your life, let it. Nobody said life would be easy. They just promised, it would be worth it."</b></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>-leilockheart.tumblr-</i></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >It opens my eyes and makes me feel a little bit better :)</span></div>dodothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11662130861875437814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241954468616891786.post-60342162738893147732011-07-09T09:12:00.000-07:002011-07-09T09:51:27.243-07:00Who's With Me?<span class="Apple-style-span" >Sebagai manusia, cewek lebih tepatnya, pasti ada saatnya di mana kita pengen bisa berbagi cerita ke orang lain, sekadar meluapkan perasaan kita, butuh orang yang bisa mendengarkan cerita-cerita kita. Kita pasti berharap teman-teman terdekat kitalah yang akan hadir di saat situasi seperti ini. Mereka pastilah yang sangat mengerti tentang kita dan lebihnya lagi mungkin mereka bisa memberikan solusi yang terbaik buat masalah kita. Dan sekarang, gue lagi ada di situasi itu. Tapi, sepertinya saat ini gue gabisa bercerita apa-apa ke siapa-siapa. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Yang pertama, karena masalah jarak. Sebenernya komunikasi masih bisa dilakukan di dunia maya, tapi gue gabisa untuk curhat dengan cara ini, kurang plong. Gue pengen langsung bertemu dengan orang yang gue ajak curhat itu, siapa tau aura positif dari orang itu bisa nyamber ke gue. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Alasan yang kedua, karena masalah itu sendiri. Mungkin teman-teman terdekat gue itu udah capek, bosen, dan gamau tau sama masalah gue yang satu ini. Mungkin ini kesalahan gue, mengambil resiko yang terlalu berat. Entah kenapa gue mau nerima resiko itu, bener-bener entah kenapa. Rasanya kayak ngalir gitu aja dan mungkin ga bakalan ada yang ngerti gimana rasanya selain gue. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Gue tau kawan, mungkin kalian mengira tindakan gue ini salah, mungkin kalian gamau tau tentang ini dan mungkin aja kalian mandang gue rendah, atau apapun lah</i>. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Mungkin ya, cuma mengira. Tapi kalian tau nggak, <b>gue butuh kalian</b>. Gue pengen memulai cerita ke kalian, tapi ujung-ujungnya pasti gajadi, karena gue ngerasa masalah gue ini hanya bikin kuping kalian panas aja. Gue pengen banget nanya ke kalian adakah di antara kalian yang tau apa namanya yang lagi gue rasakan sekarang ini? Tapi lagi-lagi niat itu terurungkan. Ya ya, di pikiran kalian mungkin, <i>alah basi, ini lagi ini lagi. Salah lo juga sih.</i> Maaf kalo jadi membuat kalian bosan, tapi gue hanya manusia yang butuh dukungan dan pelukan dari kalian. Maaf juga kalo membuat beberapa dari kalian berada di posisi yang sulit. <b><i>I just need you, guys. You don't know how many times I cried because I hold myself to talk to you.</i></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>And now here I am, with no one to talk with. But that's okay, I think I can hold it longer.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >ps: I really miss you, guys.</span></div>dodothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11662130861875437814noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241954468616891786.post-61897306758842110162011-07-08T21:50:00.000-07:002011-07-09T00:32:37.174-07:00Campur Aduk Bandung!<span class="Apple-style-span" >Actually, sekarang gue udah menghabiskan 2 minggu sejak kedatangan gue dari Jakarta. Tapi yaaa baru kepikiran nulis sekarang aja hehe.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" > Alhamdulillahirabbilalamin, tanggal 16 Mei 2011 gue dinyatakan lulus dari SMA. Lalu, besoknya adalah pengumuman mengenai Jalur SNMPTN Undangan. Dan, dengan sangat bersyukur sambil nangis bersimbah darah (lebay), gue dinyatakan diterima lewat jalur undangan untuk dapat masuk di salah satu PTN favorit di Bandung. <i>Thanks God, for the best present for my birthday you ever gave me</i><i> :)</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Seneng, seneng banget akhirnya cita-cita gue untuk ngekos tercapai. Pengen aja merasakan gimana rasanya jadi mahasiswa yang bisa ngatur-ngatur tentang kebutuhannya sendiri. Ngatur keuangan sendiri, ngatur kegiatan sendiri, dan sebagainya. Belum kepikiran sama gue kalo nantinya gue akan sangat merindukan rumah dan orang-orang yang ada di dalamnya. Pokoknya yang gue pikirkan hanyalah segalam macem barang-barang yang harus gue siapin untuk dibawa ke Bandung. Hari berganti hari, waktu kepergian gue semakin dekat (pergi ke Bandung maksudnya). Saat itu gue baru mulai ngerasa, <i>Ya</i><i> Allah, aku bakalan ga ketemu mama dan kakak-kakak dalam waktu yang lama lho. </i>Disitu gue mulai bimbang, galau, dan segala macam sifat ababil lainnya. Gue menghabiskan saat-saat terakhir di rumah dengan bercanda-canda dan bermanja-manja sama kakak-kakak gue (just like usual).<i> But something different</i> aja kali ini. Gue juga baru kepikiran bakalan ninggalin pacar gue juga, <i>it makes me sad enough to think about it.</i></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >On 23rd of June, gue caw ke Kota Kembang. With my mother and my stepfather, gue berangkat menuju kosan gue yang udah kita <i>book </i>jauh-jauh hari sebelumnya. <i>Welcome to my lovely kosan! :)</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLGhflinNOGg54OfvtcsaW3KBuubkshvfWsQgLMSYavjppt-UgQ755HyWW_GQkcvgz9KM5MpKalh3ICCWBhuezq2HF79VD0ar8qFXa73NwcEolx_43_nF31xJ7ujXYi7ZfKP6L6ZALWfWP/s200/Picture0048.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627216614993688898" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7a5ubDMs3ImLlky-icxAhsuYjVZvxcGa8Q8DXGJSJyzZAQ_Bfegdua5fIZ4r7fSOeXqKSwDuJXG1ukrEKN0tcZsjVqyalTBFA2m3HxeLcrHvcITmNtDncvSJvpA9kLnjfdoqWXZ1Eke0x/s200/Picture0044.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627216616716106034" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJo2yr-QO35niIJXrQ9A7n4RpD3J-y818b2ayDU7_UFI5OMQ-n23E1BXpgyuxRZwm1g07kTUBQMMZ-w7oudtJQ6hwWxtFJoR_aAzzTQpf-RiE31z1NpY0yDGdKkA8YNlvZE2XfQcagdzlL/s200/Picture0047.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627216619488981442" /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Setelah melewati proses daftar ulang yang bikin kepala panas, ingus meler, bau ketek, muka bonyok, pantat tepos, dan berak-berak (bener-bener dah gue ngantri dari jam 7 pagi sampe jam setengah 6 sore!) gue kembali ke kosan untuk tidur satu malam setelah itu kembali ke Jekardah.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Ngapain lagi balik ke Jakarta?</i> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Maksud gue kembali ke Jakarta adalah untuk menjadi pembela kebenaran dan menagih sebuah pertanggungjawaban! HAHAHA. Yak, gue langsung caw ke Cibubur, <i>where my father lived</i>, dan minta duit. Bukan duit hanya sekedar ongkos gue pergi ke Bandung, tapi lebih tepatnya gue menuntut minta dinafkahin. Gila men, bertahun-tahun lamanya bokap gue ga pernah ngenafkahin lagi, gue dan kakak gue cuma bergantung pada nyokap dan kakak2 gue yang lainnya lagi. Gue akhirnya pun meminta segala hak-hak gue karena dia udah berjanji sebelumnya (walaupun lebih sering diingkarin) bakalan jadi penanggung jawab seluruh kebutuhan kuliah dan biaya hidup gue di Bandung, apalagi sekarang nyokap dan kakak-kakak juga mempersiapkan keuangan untuk nantinya kakak gue yang kuliah di kedokteran akan menempuh masa koas. Jadi, <b><i>my "dearest" father,</i> <i>please help me to finish my study</i></b>. Dan seperti yang sudah diduga sebelumnya, bokap bilang <b>nggak ada duit</b>. Pengen mencak-mencak rasanya. Setelah ngomong blablala ini itu, dia akhirnya <b>BERJANJI </b>untuk ngasih uang bulanan <b>SEMINGGU</b> setelah gue tinggal di Bandung. <i>Well, fortunately, THIS TIME, he kept his promise. Let's say, ALHAMDULILLAHI RABBIL ALAMIN :)</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>So, after one night in Cibubur</i>, gue caw lagi ke Bandung. Nyokap gue nemenin gue selama 3 hari setelah itu pulang dan kembali bekerja. Malam pertama gue sendirian di kosan. Sepi. Krik krik. Malah temen sebelah gue pulang ke Jakarta pas wiken, makin krik krik. Baru deh berasa sendiriannya, hiks hikss gaenak juga ya ternyataaaa. Untungnya, gue dapet temen-temen baru yang bisa nemenin gue makan, cari DVD, dan sebagainya. Enaknya tinggal di Bandung, udaranya seger, adem, makanannya murah-murah, dan angkotnya murah, dibayar seribu juga gabakal diteriakin ama abangnya, hahahaha.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Kegiatan pra kuliah cukup menyenangkan. Yaaah, <i>nothing special</i> lah, ya berjalan begitu apa adanya sesuai jadwal. Cuma asik aja berasa jadi anak kuliahan, hehehe. Sambil mengisi waktu selama di Bandung, gue nyobain beberapa tempat-tempat makan dan pergi ke kawasan Dipati Ukur buat eli DVD buat ngisi waktu nganggur selama di kosan. Harganya murah 5 ribu, tapi ternyata yang bisa ke-<i>play</i> cuma satu, dua DVD lain yang gue beli kebaca, tapi gabisa ke-<i>play</i>. Ya sudahlah, nasi sudah menjadi bubur (?). </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Ngomongin kosan udah, kegiatan di Bandung udah, hmm.. love life?</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Ha Ha Ha. Jangan tanya deh. Awalnya, yaaa biasa aja, beberapa hari kemudian mulai kangen, kemudian mulai galau dan kangen maksimal, eeeh, si pacar akhirnya nyusul juga ke Bandung, setelah diumumkannya hasil SNMPTN Jalur Tulis dan dia diterima di kampus yang sama kayak gue. <i>Waaaaah, bangga bangettt!! Seneng banget jugaaaaaaa!!! Selamat, selamat! :D </i>Weekend kemarin, dia datang di Bandung bersama keluarga besarnya (haha, beneran semua ikut dari nyokap, adek, om, tante, sampe kakek) dengan tujuan mencari kosan. Gue langsung tunjuk ke daerah Cisitu, di mana kosan gue juga di daerah itu, hehe. Senangnya lagi, masih ada kosan kosong disitu, asik asik jadi deket deh :) Setelah mendapat kosan, kita semua makan terus gue diajak ke Kartika Sari, lumayan dapet Banana Roll dari mamanya, hehe :p Abis temu kangen yang singkat, yaaa udah, mereka pulang dan gue kembali jadi anak kosan.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Minggu berikutnya gue di Bandung, yang tidak lain adalah minggu ini, perasaan gue menjadi... aneh. Gue jadi makin sering bete-bete gajelas, bosen-bosen tanpa sebab, dan malah jadi pengen sendiri. <i>I don't know, but... I feel like I'm bored with this stuff. Talking about the same topic at the phone everyday, nothing new</i>. Gue juga gatau kenapa hal-hal yang menarik untuk diomongin tuh kayaknya ga ada aja gitu. And also, I must exactly telling him where I was going, with whom I was going, and make him sure that I don't go anywhere with boys. Hello? Yeah, I know you feel worried about me, but I wanna make friends, too! Don't say that I haven't tell you about this, </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >I DID</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" >. But you just keep doing it. For your information, I haven't go anywhere with boys, you should know, so don't, DON'T, worry about this anymore. I'll keep your trust, <i>you trust me, don't you?</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Gue gatau kenapa, lo udah begitu baik ke gue, mau sabar ngadepin gue yang bete2 mulu gajelas kayak gini, tapi yang bener-bener gue rasakan sekarang ya, bosan. Semuanya yang dilakuin itu terlalu sama, I don't know how to explain it, but <b>I think I really need to be on my own</b>. <i>Sorry if I've being a boring and weird person, but this is how I feel. Maybe when we meet two weeks later, everything will be just fine</i>. Gue bisa dibilang egois memang, mungkin gue kesannya ga mengerti lo, tapi gue cuma ingin nenangin diri gue dan mencoba untuk tau sebenernya gue ini kenapa sih. Gue juga ga pengen jadi begini tapi ya ini yang gue rasain. Walaupun lo nanya ke gue apa yang terjadi sama gue, gue juga gabakal bisa ngejawabnya. <b>I DON'T KNOW</b>. Period.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Darling, I'm really happy to know that you will go to the same college with me, I'm also happy to know that I will always see you when you're here, I'm also appreciate your patience, your sweet talks, your stories, your text, your every phone calls, your attention, and all the things that I've mention in my previous post, but I'm sorry, now please let me on my own first. I need to calm down, you need that too. Just texting only as needed. Let me figure this out. </i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "><i>Thank you for your understandings. I love you.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Oke, sekian ceritanya udah lengkap, kan? Semua campur aduk disini. Semua perasaan gue udah tertumpah disini. That's it! That's all I've got to say. I'll be right back with a new story, I hope it will be a better story than this. Keep smiling! Be tough! :) \(^_^)/</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span></div>dodothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11662130861875437814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241954468616891786.post-46530767587021606772011-07-08T10:24:00.000-07:002011-07-08T11:25:07.684-07:00S.O.R.R.Y. & T.H.A.N.K.Y.O.U.Sorry for being so annoying lately.<div>Sorry if there are some inappropriate words coming out from my mouth.</div><div>Sorry if I can't find a great topic to be talked about.</div><div>Sorry if my mood goes up as fast as it goes down.</div><div>Sorry for being such a weird person.</div><div>Sorry if I can't spend more time to talk to you.</div><div>Sorry if I stop texting and calling you.</div><div>Sorry if I don't say goodnight and have a nice sleep.</div><div>Sorry for making your night gone bad as bad as mine.</div><div>Sorry if I go out somewhere and forget to tell you where I was going.</div><div>Sorry if I can't reply your text as soon as you send it.</div><div>Sorry if I'm not expressing my interest when I talked to you on the phone.</div><div>Sorry for my last tweets.</div><div>Sorry for making you confused so often.</div><div>Sorry if I make you cry for something you don't understand.</div><div>Sorry for making you feel sorry about something you even don't know what your fault is.</div><div>Sorry for this tough situation.</div><div><br /></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span">Sorry if I'm not the best for you.</span></b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Thank you for still forgiving me.</div><div>Thank you to remain patient. </div><div>Thank you for reply my sucks text in a sweet way.</div><div>Thank you for the stories you've been shared.</div><div>Thank you for the beautiful gift that beautify my room.</div><div>Thank you for missing me.</div><div>Thank you for saying goodnight and sleep tight.</div><div>Thank you for reminding me to eat.</div><div>Thank you for asking about my day.</div><div>Thank you for your understanding.</div><div>Thank you for being such a sweet guy.</div><div>Thank you for trying to make my boredom go away.</div><div>Thank you for waking me up in the morning. </div><div>Thank you for all of your calls.</div><div>Thank you for the beautiful video, songs, and pictures you sent me.</div><div>Thank you for paying attention to me.</div><div>Thank you for all of your promises.</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span">Thank you for saying you love me.</span></b></div><div> </div>dodothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11662130861875437814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241954468616891786.post-4393364348743549802011-07-08T08:50:00.000-07:002011-07-08T08:52:35.592-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>Why my mood could changing so fast?</b></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>Sometimes it goes really good, but some other times it could be like a disaster.</b></span></div>dodothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11662130861875437814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241954468616891786.post-43538766566128589712011-07-08T02:43:00.000-07:002011-07-08T02:50:07.398-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>Can we talk about something more interesting?</b></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>It seems like I'm starting to feel bored with your words.</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>Please don't talk or ask about the same things everyday.</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>Give me new stories.</b></span></div>dodothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11662130861875437814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241954468616891786.post-44105299691352363722011-07-07T07:35:00.000-07:002011-07-07T08:07:14.127-07:00Love You More<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Clouds above go sailing by</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >I found my meaning in this life</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Clear white is flying in my eyes, underneath a blue, blue sky</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >The waves come rolling in with the tide</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >I've been away too long</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >and everyday I missed you more</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >You look like you did before,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >only prettier</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Everyday I love you more</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >All the people rushing by, by, by</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >looking for meaning i</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >n this life</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >So used up, and blinded by lies</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >They're underneath the blue, blue sky</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >the way they seldom seem to smile</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >I don't know why</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >'Cause I've been away too long</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >and everyday I missed you more</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >You look like you did before,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >only prettier</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Everyday I love you</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" > more</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >I love you more</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >everyday I love you </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">more</span><span class="Apple-style-span" >, and </span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>more</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" >, and </span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>more</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" >, and </span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>more</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><br /></b></span></div><div> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "> <</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >3 Armandillo~</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjubMYSjGeAM8b4XdMBsTossHnlhZoifSPsRdCxqxr1IhpS8qVSwDQdVi8MrUqeaWp0j6PCt-MzHBl5GRRLSqTqFvYjBp-zd6yJCRPrBu-JKwjSP0WX5y4WILY1FU9Hd09true8deG6YF_x/s320/Picture0034a.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626625292589218434" /></div>dodothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11662130861875437814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241954468616891786.post-72019303453318762472010-02-11T00:20:00.000-08:002010-02-11T00:42:19.087-08:00Do You Believe in Love?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Just one day,</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">If I could hold you in my arms</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Close to my heart where you belong</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Love of my life you really are</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Still be showering you with kisses like snow in winter</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Remember, back in the times, we were like best of friends</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">But we were falling in love we never could pretend</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I'll never forget the times we talked about me and you</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">the things we do together, forever</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Do you believe in love?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And the promise that it brings</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">That you'll never grow apart</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Well, that's what she said to me</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Why did you have to go?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">We were inseparable</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">You and me will always be together for eternity</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Just one day,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">If I could touch your face again</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Words can't describe how I'm feeling</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">If I could turn back the hands of time</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I'd still be holding on wishes that you left behind</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Remember, moments when there was nothing better than</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">a stroll in the park walking hand in hand</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I'll never forget the times we talked about me and you</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">the things we do together, forever</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The words you said to me before you slipped away</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">are still with me, girl, to this very day </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And everything I do to everything I say</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">You'll always be the sunshine in my life</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">and Yes, I Believe in Love</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>~<i>by</i>: CraigDavid~</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZCWxjMUUel0">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZCWxjMUUel0</a></span></span></div>dodothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11662130861875437814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241954468616891786.post-33109327798254263912009-10-02T04:02:00.000-07:002009-10-02T04:14:58.079-07:00Internet Shop (Warung Internet)<span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Aaaah bete deh, masa gw masuk sekolah tanggal 1? yang lain ada yang tanggal 5, kenapa mesti tanggal 1 sih kan nanggung banget, hari Kamis gitu. Dan parahnya lagi pas hari Kamis gw masuk, ternyata cuma halal bi halal dan nyampah banget dateng ke sekolah, kelas gw kagak belajar apa-apaan, ga satu pelajaran pun! Tapi anak-anak ga dipulangin cepet, tapi malah kayak biasa. Udah gitu gue ga bawa kunci rumah, jadi gw ga bisa langsung pulang karena ga ada orang di rumah. Alhasil, gw harus ngetem di warnet selama hampir 2 jam lamanya. Yah, sebenernya ga nyampah2 banget sih di warnetnya, gw sekalian ngirim tugas juga. Tapi selebihnya cuma main-main doang ga jelas. Teruuussss hari ini juga nyampah. Cuma belajar seni rupa doang terus abis itu jam setengah sepuluh udah pulang. Caaaah, yaudah deh gw ke rumah Femi aja sampe jam 5 hahaha. Eh ternyata, nyokap dan kakak gw pada pulang malem nih sekarang. Jadinya, sekarang ini gw lagi di Internet Shop (warnet) lagi nih, menunggu mereka pulang ke rumah agar dapat membukakan pintu untukkuuuu. Oh malangnya.</span><br /></span>dodothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11662130861875437814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241954468616891786.post-34367627326108987752009-09-18T04:48:00.000-07:002009-09-18T06:27:16.396-07:00COOK-a-doodle-doooo !!<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Halo halo halo. Eh eh, ternyata hari ini gw ga nyampah-nyampah banget juga lho. Di jam-jam saat mau buka puasa, gw mulai mendapat sebuah arti dari hari ini. Nyokap gw pulang bawa udang dari supermarket sama sayuran buat bikin capcay. Terus terus gw coba-coba masak gitu -sebenernya karena gw ga puasa gw diminta nyokap bantuin masak gitu hehe- dibantu-bantu nyokap sih dikit-dikit. Iya lah, masih dibantuin. Ini masak <span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">PERDANA</span></span> gw (selain pernah masak nasi, telor dan mie). Yang selama ini gw cuma bisa bikin yang tinggal goreng dan ngangetin doang kaya sarden, nugget, spicy wing, sama sosis, tapi sekarang <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">I CAN COOK!</span></span> Haha. Sebenernya masakan yang gw bikin ga susah-susah banget sih buatnya. Nyokap gw sengaja ngajarin yang gampang-gampang dulu biar semangat hahahaha. Nih nih makanan yang gw buat haha silahkan dinikmati. Oh iya ini resepnya kalo mau buat hehe.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> Udang Goreng Mentega</span></span></span><br /></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9JBg04H7OtzzI_6JTf1-8Ku651JVL2U9BGRjLBfjdwJKQFmg7rVWTsrh3aEW_98U2NsmMSFPWmeepGdqtxAi95L1vGCKYuTc2ryl3HgxPNxZRggK1UVJwtDGCfO6q8F6FB6MjZYHb_TGw/s1600-h/DSC01973.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9JBg04H7OtzzI_6JTf1-8Ku651JVL2U9BGRjLBfjdwJKQFmg7rVWTsrh3aEW_98U2NsmMSFPWmeepGdqtxAi95L1vGCKYuTc2ryl3HgxPNxZRggK1UVJwtDGCfO6q8F6FB6MjZYHb_TGw/s200/DSC01973.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382779431839217778" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Cara membuat</span> :</span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">-</span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Siapkan udang (copotin kepalanya)<br />- Panaskan minyak<br />- Masukkan udang ke dalam minyak panas<br />- Oseng-oseng sampe warna udangnya menguning<br />- Angkat dan tiriskan<br />- Minyak ga dipake lagi<br />- Masukin mentega ke penggorengan<br />- Masukin udang yang tadi udah digoreng<br />- Kasih lada (kira-kira 4 percikan (aduh bahasanya))<br />- Kasih kecap sesuai selera</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">- Kasih penyedap cair Royco (kira-kira 6 percikan)<br />- Oseng-oseng asik (haha)<br />- Voila! Jadi deh!<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> Cap Cay </span></span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhms8hzDt0BuxDEaClZKKEvJpAy28MZTB9xBbkxMIj4Eph-hVUs8PjtAo2x363bYipahly1TH9DdDZvGmuzuGKOGUHXWbu2gHxDVqs3dnVsq-mi1ES4xxrLzXnQQgOTivO5AKcgadcKUY1Z/s1600-h/DSC01975.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhms8hzDt0BuxDEaClZKKEvJpAy28MZTB9xBbkxMIj4Eph-hVUs8PjtAo2x363bYipahly1TH9DdDZvGmuzuGKOGUHXWbu2gHxDVqs3dnVsq-mi1ES4xxrLzXnQQgOTivO5AKcgadcKUY1Z/s200/DSC01975.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382779664402436402" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Cara membuat :<br /><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">- Siapkan sayuran</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">- Panaskan minyak (dikit aja)</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">- Masukkan sayuran sama telor udah dikocok</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> - Kasih air buat kuahnya<br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> - Kasih penyedap cair Royco<br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">- Ditunggu sampe bunyinya ngelepuk-ngelepuk<br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">- Terus udah deeeh. Jadi.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> (Agak kurang yakin sama resep yang ini. Lupa hehe)</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span>dodothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11662130861875437814noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241954468616891786.post-2937352356545706362009-09-18T01:20:00.000-07:002009-09-18T01:39:38.475-07:00Nyampah<span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Aduh aduh bingung hari ini kok nyampah banget yaaa. Bosan bosan bosan. Tadi pagi bangun jam setengah 8, terus nonton TV -nonton Derings- yah lumayan lah untungnya artis-artisnya bagus-bagus. Abis itu nonton film di Trans TV tapi udah </span></span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >pernah nonton filmnya </span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;">udah diulang berkali-kali sampe nonton berapa kali tuh gw, inget banget ceritanya. Akhirnya gw langsung online Facebook, balesin wall-wall abis itu udah deh Facebook gw sepi lagi gada yang seru. Terus gw blogging aja, visit-visit blog temen-temen gw, nulis postingan baru, terus udah deh. Terus hari ini gw dsuruh ngambil horden di laundry deket rumah tapi masih panas banget ah males keluarnya. Daaaaaan... udah deh. Ga ada kerjaan. DVD semua udah ditonton. Novel-novel semua udah dibaca. Nyampah banget hari ini. Malah gw juga ga puasa lagi hari ini lagi dapet. Haaaaaah. Tapi gapapa sih, seenggaknya masih bisa menikmati Coca Cola dingin dari parsel kemaren. Heheheeee :P<br /><br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dump.3d-artist.nl/Freework/coca-cola.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 177px;" src="http://dump.3d-artist.nl/Freework/coca-cola.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">hayo hayo yang puasa.<br />ada yang ngiler?<br />haha.<br /></span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></span>dodothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11662130861875437814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241954468616891786.post-43943699059109807812009-09-17T20:46:00.000-07:002009-09-18T04:33:32.144-07:00Modern Day Dragon<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />Komodo National Park is listed as a World Heritage for a good reason. It's the home of the largest living lizard on this planet, of which an adult can reach 3 meters in length and 166 kg in weight. Let's get a closer look at this modern-day dragon.<br /><br />Komodo dragons are diurnal -they prefer to hunt in the daytime. A komodo uses its long, yellow forked tongue to sample the air. It moves with swinging head from left to right, "sensing" the existence and direction of dead animals from as far away as four to eleven km away, when the wind is right.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />Komodo dragons are also called <span style="font-style: italic;">ora </span>or the land dragon by locals. Their existence was unknown to the western world until 1912. The arrival of komodos in the 1920s inspired Hollywood to produce <span style="font-style: italic;">King Kong</span>.<br /><br />There is a population of about 3,000 to 5,000 Komodo dragons on the islands of Komodo, Gila Motang, Rinca, and Flores. However, poaching, human encroachment, and natural disasters have driven the species to endangered status.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />Komodo dragons can stand with their weight supported on their tails. A dragon may grow as many as 200 new teeth each year and it has a bad breath. Young dragons roll in the large dragon's faces to avoid being eaten by the large dragons.<br /><br />The Komodo dragon's bite is venomous. The toxins in its saliva (containing 50 different bacterial strains, at least seven of which are highly septic) cause the prey animal to go into shock and prevent its blood from clotting. The bitten animal dies in as little as eight hours. However, a komodo bite is not deadly to another komodo.<br /><br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Vo<span style="font-family:georgia;">te for Komodo Island </span></span></span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />as One of the New 7 Wonders of Nature<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >at <span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"><a style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" href="http://www.new7wonders.com">www.new7wonders.com</a><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lablink.or.id/Env/Satwa/sikomodo.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 208px;" src="http://www.lablink.or.id/Env/Satwa/sikomodo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">May this worldwide contest make our national park better-managed and better protected.</span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></span></div>dodothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11662130861875437814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241954468616891786.post-61757410618255047102009-09-17T20:23:00.000-07:002009-09-18T01:06:17.982-07:00A Magician and a Parrot<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/thumb_285/1214934604g677yn.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 121px; height: 131px;" src="http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/thumb_285/1214934604g677yn.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><span style="font-family:verdana;">Once upon a time on a cruise ship, a magician was giving a show. The magician had a parrot on his sh</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">oulder. Whenever the magician did a trick, the parrot would give it away. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">One time the magician had a knife. He spun it around and it disappeared! But then the parrot said,<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">"</span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">It's in his pocket, it's in his pocket.</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">"<br /><br /></span> The crowd boo</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">ed him because the parrot gave his secret away.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">The next trick he did, he waved a wand around and it vanished. Again, the parrot said,<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">" </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">It's up his sleeve! It's up his sleeve!</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">"<br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">The magician got mad because he couldn't keep any of his secrets. The parrot kept giving them away.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">One day the ship sank. The magician and the parrot managed to make it to an island where they can stayed for about 3 months when the parrot, all of a sudden, burst out,<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">"OK, I give up! Where did you hide the ship?!"</span></span><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.austinkidsguide.com/john-maverick-magician/images/John_cartoon1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 214px;" src="http://www.austinkidsguide.com/john-maverick-magician/images/John_cartoon1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.webdesign.org/img_articles/9570/magician_36.jpg"><br /></a></div></div>dodothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11662130861875437814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241954468616891786.post-6783763937661072822009-09-17T20:11:00.000-07:002009-09-17T20:22:41.967-07:00A Talking Parrot<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />A man at an auction sale started bidding for a parrot. The bidding went higher and higher, but finally the man bought the bird. Then he realized that he didn't even know if the bird could really talk, so he asked the auctioneer.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">"<span style="font-style: italic;">Of course it can talk</span>," he replied. "<span style="font-style: italic;">Who do you think was bidding against you?</span>"</span></span><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/5129103/2/istockphoto_5129103-baby-parrot-cartoon.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 227px;" src="http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/5129103/2/istockphoto_5129103-baby-parrot-cartoon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></span></div>dodothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11662130861875437814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241954468616891786.post-11429374858910478182009-09-17T18:51:00.000-07:002009-09-17T19:41:57.276-07:00kangen SD<span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-size:180%;">B</span>elakangan ini lagi <span style="font-size:180%;">kangeeeen bangeeeet </span>sama suasana SD dan teman-teman waktu SD juga. Ya ampuuun, udah <span style="font-size:130%;">5<span style="font-size:85%;"> </span></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >tahun</span> sejak lulus SD gw ga pernah lagi ketemu sama temen-temen SD-kuuuuu. Terus sekarang di <span style="font-weight: bold;">Facebook</span> gw banyak sekali menemukan teman-teman SD gw itu dan gw jadi tambah kangen sama merekaaa (malah sekarang ada yang jadi ganteng lagi hahahha). Waktu itu sebenernya gw diajakin reunian kelas (ga mungkin soalnya kalo reuni satu angkatan, kelasnya aja dari A sampe I), hari Kamis waktu libur kenaikan kelas. Tapi sial</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >nya gw baru baca notes di Facebook tentang reuni itu hari Rabu malemnya -ga deh, tepatnya Kamis pagi buta- sedangkan gw udah terlanjur begadang melek pagi. Ditambah lagi janjiannya ketemu di sekolah jam 10 pagi, sedangkan rumah gw jauuuuh dan artinya gw harus bangun lebih pagi lagi aaaaaah ga yakin bisa gw hehehe. Yaudah deh, akhirnya ga jadi. Tapi ga nyesel-nyesel banget sih, abis katanya reuniannya ga seru, gw juga gatau deh kenapa. Tapi sebenernya udah </span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >kangen bangeeet sama mereka. Jadinya gw cuma bis</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >a ngobrol-ngobrol lewat wall aja deh. </span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >Terus kemaren gw ketemu lagi di Facebook temen SD lagi, bahkan dia temen sejemputan sama gw dulu. Aduuuuh, jadi makin kangeeen. Tapi katanya SD gw jadi makin panas gara-gara pohon-pohonnya pada ilang ga tau kemana. Makin bagus tapi makin panas haha. Kangen banget muter-muterin SD yang segede alam semesta itu sama teman-teman seperti waktu dulu. Waktu kelas 1, gw pernah nampar temen gw namanya Ogi (orangnya jelek banget, item, bandel, keringetan mulu, jorok, suka ngeludah) karena dia ngambil tempat minum gw dan dia ngeludah di meja gw dengan sangat menjijikkan sekali. Terus dia minjem penghapus gw ga dibalikin. Ada aja deh pokoknya yang bikin gw kesel sama dia. Waktu kelas 4, gw sering main "Setan Lemari" sama temen gw. Temen gw yang namanya Rizki yang biasanya jadi setannya, terus muncul dari dalem lemari. Terus waktu kita jalan di "Lorong W</span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >aktu", nyolong-nyolong kesempatan maen-maen di TK (sekolahnya dari TK-SD-SMP-SMA di situ semua tempatnya). Terus waktu jajan di luar sekolah yang biasanya jorok-jorok-tapi-enak gitu. Aaaaaaaahhhh, kangen bangeeeet!!! Kapan lagi ada reunian? Ayo ayo teman-teman jangan lupa ajak-ajak gw hahaha. </span><br /><br />MISS YOU SOOOO MUCH!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1YPBysHnC8jz8NOTdvOoMmxQA9DaeQzjgQmfJJ6kIn0JtubNbm0jtEyfAOMRh8l7m4bYiSJJQ5uF4vJOj7RAhfdXnjt1Rif2lQHGkU0CQ0zFSBPAjyj4ogbK7Yo-dkbEBVl2qMCG787_-/s1600-h/DSC01495.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 131px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1YPBysHnC8jz8NOTdvOoMmxQA9DaeQzjgQmfJJ6kIn0JtubNbm0jtEyfAOMRh8l7m4bYiSJJQ5uF4vJOj7RAhfdXnjt1Rif2lQHGkU0CQ0zFSBPAjyj4ogbK7Yo-dkbEBVl2qMCG787_-/s200/DSC01495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382630380181931554" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">*<span style="font-style: italic;">foto kenangan di</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Photo Box Graha </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Cijantung.</span><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/05/97/17817950/11226763761838m.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 194px;" src="http://photos-p.friendster.com/photos/05/97/17817950/11226763761838m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>dodothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11662130861875437814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241954468616891786.post-77486197011162713312009-08-20T02:34:00.000-07:002009-08-21T05:49:36.177-07:00the Sun and the Moon<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://files.myopera.com/echa2268/blog/SunCartoon%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 136px;" src="http://files.myopera.com/echa2268/blog/SunCartoon%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;" >A</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> long time ago, the Sun and the Moon were never separated. They always together and did many things with each other. They were best friends and lived their life happily and joyfully. Until one day, the Sun shones so bright so that the Moon was burned because of her. The shines of the Sun made the Moon blind. The Moon began to cry and didn't want to talk to the Sun anymore.</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">The Sun was so confused. She tried to meet the Moon, but the </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Moon didn't want to meet her. The Moon didn't want to forgive the Sun eventhough the Sun had ask the forgiveness to her. The Moon made the Sun so sad and made her feeling so guilty. </span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">The Moon never talk and play with the Sun until now. It makes the Sun and the Moon never appear together. That is why the Sun shows up in the morning and the Moon shows up at night.</span><br /></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/1037484/2/istockphoto_1037484-moon-cartoon.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 92px; height: 136px;" src="http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/1037484/2/istockphoto_1037484-moon-cartoon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></span></span></div>dodothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11662130861875437814noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241954468616891786.post-83170899704993234972009-08-19T20:28:00.000-07:002009-08-19T22:27:56.803-07:00Mr. Fisika<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">gw ingin bercerita tentang guru gw (bahkan Wali Kelas gw) yang "amat-sangat <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;">matre</span> </span>sekali-banget", yang doyan marah2, yang kalo ngajar udah kayak nulis coret-coretan di papan tulis, kalo ngerjain soal-soal latian suka ngerjain sendiri-bingung sendiri-ngomong sendiri, yang akhirnya anak-anak sekelas lebih memilih untuk belajar sendiri.<br /><br />kesan pertama gw bertemu dengan guru gw itu -sebut saja Mr. Fisika- sih biasa aja. malah gw kira yang baik-baik gitu. setelah KBM berlangsung, mulailah gw menyadari cara mengajarnya yang ga enak. dari situ gw mulai bingung gimana caranya untuk gw bisa belajar fisika dengan mudah, malah gw ga bimbel lagi. alhasil, gw mencoba belajar sendiri lewat buku, dan untungnya gw mengerti (yang bab2 awal doang hahaha).<br /><br />anak-anak sekelas pun sama kesulitannya seperti gw. gw perhatiin di kelas, kalo Mr. Fisika ngajar, cuma segelintir orang yang memperhatikan ke depan papan tulis (entah memperhatikan atau hanya menatap). dan parahnya lagi, dia suka ga ngasih waktu buat mencatat. seorang temen gw pernah meminta waktu untuk mencatat, tapi Mr. Fisika malah bilang :<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family:verdana;">" yaah, tak penting lah mencatat. yang penting kalian mengerti. kalau catat tapi tak mengerti, buat apa?"</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />baru beberapa minggu KBM berlangsung, tiba-tiba Mr. Fisika mengadakan semacam pelajaran tambahan di luar jam sekolah, yaitu hari Sabtu. kelas gw, karena ga enak dia wali kelas, lumayan banyak yang dateng hari itu (termasuk gw). kelas IPA yang diajar sama dia juga cuma sedikit yang dateng. tapi ternyata, Mr. Fisika meminta uang transport seikhlasnya. akhirnya sekitar 15 anak mengumpulkan uang masing-masing 5 ribu untuk Mr. Fisika.<br /><br />setelah kejadian itu, anak-anak jadi makin ga suka sama Mr. Fisika. makin banyak yang protes dan kesal. anak-anak juga ga mau lagi ikut pelajaran tambahan Mr. Fisika yang baru berlangsung satu kali itu. dan akhirnya kekesalan itu tertumpah ruah ke guru bagian kesiswaan yang kebetulan mengajar di kelas kita. pertama, guru kesiswaan itu cerita-cerita tentang gurunya waktu sekolah dulu, yang kalo ngajar ninggalin tulisan banyak terus ga dijelasin. kita anak-anak sekelas langsung lirik-lirik dan ketawa-ketawa karena sepertinya mengenali sosok guru yang ngajarnya begitu juga. dan guru kesiswaan itu bilang gini :<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">guru kesiswaan : " kalian jangan mau kalo diajar sama guru kayak gitu. kalian kan punya hak buat nanya. masih ada nggak guru yang kayak gitu? "</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">anak-anak : " wuiiih</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">..</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> ada Paaaak!!! "</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">guru kesiswaan : " ada?! pelajaran apa? "</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">anak-anak : " Fisika, Pak. gurunya kalo ngajar ngomong sendiri. kalo ditanya, jawabnya pake 'kayaknya', Pak. jadi ga pasti Pak jawabannya. "</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">guru kesiswaan : " ooh, yaudah bilang aja tuh sama wali kelas kamu "</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">anak-anak : " <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >ya itu dia Pak, wali kelasnyaa !!</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span>"</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">guru kesiswaan : (ketawa kecil sambil ngelus-ngelus jidat)</span></span><br /><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />setelah ga sengaja curhat ke kesiswaan, hari berikutnya giliran pelajaran BK yang masuk. guru BK juga gitu. biasa, nanya-nanya ada kesulitan ga dalam belajar. kompak anak-anak pada bilang Fisika lagi dan guru BK pun akhirnya berusaha mencari solusi.<br /><br />sifat buruk Mr. Fisika pun sudah tersebar luas ke seluruh dunia (wohoo lebay). kasus ini pun sudah sampai ke telinga sang Kepala Sekolah. sampai akhirnya gw dikejutkan lagi oleh cerita temen sekelas gw. katanya. Mr. Fisika itu mengirimkan sms ke orangtua salah seorang temen sekelas gw juga yang ga masuk sekolah 2 minggu karena sakit. katanya sih smsnya begini :<br /><br />" Bu, buku-buku anak ibu biar saya saja yang carikan. nanti Ibu tinggal transfer saja uang bukunya ke saya. "<br /><br />tadinya cuma gitu, terus dia sms gini lagi :<br /><br />" Bu, nanti kalau mau transfer uang, tolong dilebihkan ya Bu, uangnya nanti untuk beli sepatu anak saya sudah rusak. "<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">what??!!</span> apaan sih maksudnya? ini mah sama aja minta dibeliin sepatu sama orang.<br /><br />terus ada lagi sms-nya :<br /><br />" Bu, tadi habis jenguk anak Ibu di rumah sakit, mobil saya keserempet motor. Ibu mau ganti berapa? "<br /><br />sms lagi :<br /><br />" Bu, di sekolah ada tradisi kalo guru ulangtahun harus traktir es krim ke guru-guru yang lain. kebetulan saya ulang tahun. Ibu mau bantu berapa? "<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">GILA!! </span>ada ya orang kayak begitu amat. sampe ga percaya gw tuh Mr. Fisika minta uang dengan bahasa yang gamblang begitu. dan alasan-alasannya tuh payah banget. gila, ga malu ya tuh orang. ckckck. gw juga gatau itu beneran apa ga, tapi kalo itu beneran sepertinya nyokap temen gw itu bener-bener udah diperes dah.<br /><br /><br />naaah, hari Selasa kemarin, sebetulnya adalah hari dimana seharusnya kelas IPA mengadakan ulangan Fisika. </span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;">tapi, dua kelas IPA yang diajar sama Mr. Fisika, kompakan melawan Mr. Fisika. tadinya mau cabut sekelas pas pelajaran</span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">dia. tapi setelah tanya ke guru kesiswaan, guru itu malah menyarankan untuk tetap ulangan, tapi kertas jawabannya dikosongin aja semuanya, ga usah diisi. nilai ditanggung pihak sekolah, bukan Mr. Fisika, begitu katanya. akhirnya, dua kelas IPA</span></span> y<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">ang diajar Mr. Fisika tersebut <span style="font-size:180%;">tidak mengisi jawaban ulangan Fisika.</span> dan <span style="font-size:180%;">ketawan</span><span style="font-size:180%;">.</span> kelas gw dan kelas IPA yang satu lagi dimarahin abis-abisan. terus dia bilang gini :<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">" saya kan sudah bilang, kalo yang saya tulis di papan tulis itu dicatat! kalian bukannya nyatat, malah sok-sokan merasa paling jago, merasa sudah bisa, tapi hasilnya malah kayak begini! "</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">weekss?! </span>kapan dia pernah bilang suruh nyatet? gimana sih tuh orang kagak konsisten. gila ya, padahal, udah 2 kelas yang ga ngerjain ulangan dan banyak yang ga dikasih nama, tapi tetep aja dia ga peka kalo itu karena kesalahan dia ngajar. dia masih tetep ngira hal itu terjadi karena kebodohan kita dalam Fisika.</span></span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" >dan alhasil, kemarin, hari Rabu, sehari setelah ulangan, kita anak-anak ngumpulin tanda tangan untuk mengganti Mr. Fisika dengan guru yang lain. hahahaha, senangnyaa kalo Mr. Fisika bisa diganti, walaupun membutuhkan proses yang lama. siap-siap aja Selasa depan kelas gw dimarahin lagi sama Mr. Fisika, ahahaha. pas Halal bi Halal mau puasa kemaren aja, Mr. Fisika ga ikut bareng-bareng guru yang lain buat salam-salaman sama murid-murid. gilaaa, baru kali ini gw melakukan hal yang <span style="font-size:180%;">frontal</span> kayak gini. dan parahnya lagi, kata kakak gw yang dulu sekolah di sekolah yang sama kayak gw, si Mr. Fisika itu sudah <span style="font-size:180%;">terkenal</span><span style="font-size:180%;"> </span>juga akan ke-matre-annya. waaaah, gw jadi bingung kenapa dia bisa dikasih kepercayaan jadi wali kelas hoooooaaaaah. oke lah, kita tunggu saja prosesnya, semoga ga lama-lama hahahaha. :D</span>dodothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11662130861875437814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241954468616891786.post-7415122632093934992009-07-01T23:55:00.000-07:002009-07-02T00:19:20.775-07:00Amigos X Siempre!!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dedicaselo.com/images/ecards/fullsize/img_a8b51d30amigosporsiempre.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 196px;" src="http://www.dedicaselo.com/images/ecards/fullsize/img_a8b51d30amigosporsiempre.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br />masih inget telenovela remaja yang selalu kita tonton waktu SD ini? hahaha, ya benar. <span style="font-size:180%;">AMIGOS!</span> masih inget ceritanya nggak? yaa kurang lebih ceritanya tentang persahabatan antara Anna, Pedro, dan lain-lain. tapi orang-orang seperti Santiago dan Renata selalu gak mau kalah dari mereka berdua. yaa pokoknya banyak lah petualangan-petualangan yang terjadi sama mereka.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lasnoticiasmexico.com/sitebuilder/images/amigos_por_siempre3211-480x600.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 248px;" src="http://www.lasnoticiasmexico.com/sitebuilder/images/amigos_por_siempre3211-480x600.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div>gak tau kenapa gw kemaren tiba-tiba teringat sama telenovela ini, terus gw nyari lagunya di 4shared dan ketemu! hahaha. aduuuh, jadi inget waktu SD dulu.. gw mengidolakan si Santiago yang walaupun jahat tapi lebih ganteng dibandingin sama Pedro yang gaya rambutnya kaya mamang2 Jawa belah tengah yang kiwir-kiwir hahaha. :D<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.esmas.com/amigosporsiempre/images/amigos_inf_fotos.gif"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 151px;" src="http://www.esmas.com/amigosporsiempre/images/amigos_inf_fotos.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a> <br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;">enjoy</span> <span style="font-size:100%;">this</span> <span style="font-size:180%;">song</span></span> :<br /><br /><br />Si te sientes triste<br />y algo anda mal<br />debes de ponerte<br />siempre a pensar<br />q tienes a un amigo<br />en quien puedes tu confiar<br />tu y yo siempre juntos<br />no nos detendran.<br /><br />Tu eres la persona<br />q me ayudara<br />es nuestro destino<br />el q nos apoyara<br />a q tu<br />y yo<br />amigos x siempre<br />encontremos un gran final.<br /><br />Eres alguien en quien confiar<br />vamos juntos vamos ya<br />buscando la felicidad.<br /><br />Ven y acercate un poco mas<br />amigos x siempre hasta el final<br />luchando x la libertad.<br /><br />Tu y yo siempre juntos<br />sin mirar atras<br />esa es la manera<br />de alcanzar la libertad.<br /><br />Toma ya mi mano<br />tienes q confier<br />debes de ponerte<br />siempre a pensar.<br /><br />Q tu y yo<br />los dos<br />amigos x siempre<br />encontremos un gran final.<br /><br />Eres alguien en quien confiar<br />vamos juntos vamos ya<br />buscando la felicidad.<br /><br />Ven y acercate un poco mas<br />amigos x siempre hasta el final<br />luchando x la libertad.<br /><br />Amigos x siempre<br />contra el muro debes luchar<br /><br />amigos x siempre<br /><br />amigos x siempre<br />contra el muro debes luchar<br /><br />tu y yo hasta el final<br />tu y yo amigos siempre....dodothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11662130861875437814noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241954468616891786.post-27461257617890806912009-07-01T23:35:00.001-07:002009-07-01T23:40:50.163-07:00yeeeaaaahhh!!!senaaang.. makalah udah mau selesai! ayo, ayo! tinggal dua lagi! SEMANGAAAAAAT!!!dodothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11662130861875437814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241954468616891786.post-30610903702781674332009-06-17T03:45:00.000-07:002009-06-17T06:41:40.601-07:00music oh musicwanna know who's inspiring me in music? yeah, these people are!!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.paraorkut.com/img/pics/images/j/jason_mraz-11473.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 142px;" src="http://images.paraorkut.com/img/pics/images/j/jason_mraz-11473.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Jason Mraz</span><br /><br /><span>"I'm Yours"</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> , </span><span>" Make it Mine", "Lucky (ft. </span><span>Colbie Caillat)"</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.cnbc.com/i/CNBC/Sections/News_And_Analysis/_News/_SLIDESHOWS/Highest_Grossing_Concert_Tours_2008/13_MichaelBuble.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 141px;" src="http://media.cnbc.com/i/CNBC/Sections/News_And_Analysis/_News/_SLIDESHOWS/Highest_Grossing_Concert_Tours_2008/13_MichaelBuble.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />Michael Buble</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /></span><span>"Everything", "Home", "Love". </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.orbitcast.com/archives/John-Legend.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 155px;" src="http://www.orbitcast.com/archives/John-Legend.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">John </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Legend<br /><br /></span><span>"</span><span>Ordinary People</span><span>"</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://monida.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/lionel-richie.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 130px;" src="http://monida.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/lionel-richie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Lionel Richie</span><br /><br />" I Call it Love"<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.plong.com/MusicCatalog/C/Craig%20David%20-%20Born%20To%20Do%20It/Craig%20David%20-%20Born%20To%20Do%20It.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 165px;" src="http://www.plong.com/MusicCatalog/C/Craig%20David%20-%20Born%20To%20Do%20It/Craig%20David%20-%20Born%20To%20Do%20It.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Craig David</span><br /><br />"I Just Don't Love You No More", "All the Way", "Unbelievable", "Rise and Fall", You Don't Miss the Water ('till the Well Runs Dry)", "World Filled With Love", "7 Days", "Summer Jam (ft. Artful Dodger)".<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://celeb.wohoo.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/alicia-keys-in-madrid-3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 191px;" src="http://celeb.wohoo.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/alicia-keys-in-madrid-3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Alicia Keys</span><br /><br />"Superwoman", "If I Ain't Got You", "Teenage Love Affair", "No One".<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.starpulse.com/pictures/2007/05/09/previews/Lily%20Allen-SPX-007237.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://images.starpulse.com/pictures/2007/05/09/previews/Lily%20Allen-SPX-007237.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Lily Allen</span><br /><br />"Littlest Things", "Not Fair", "LDN".<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkbbnGd9ZkB9ixIuymEljTae-z3Z9tTY3YsrPKy5xjZXocI0h1ZM2ApGUSZuu-IlCyRQ-CbByZ6UOpZSCoxgT4I3G4xs1oo95H_u0t9tC5QFvfDescze8C0gtOahJcC3kE1O4SBPYLUfc/s320/KellyClarkson.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 171px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkbbnGd9ZkB9ixIuymEljTae-z3Z9tTY3YsrPKy5xjZXocI0h1ZM2ApGUSZuu-IlCyRQ-CbByZ6UOpZSCoxgT4I3G4xs1oo95H_u0t9tC5QFvfDescze8C0gtOahJcC3kE1O4SBPYLUfc/s320/KellyClarkson.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Kelly Clarkson</span><br /><br />"Because of You", "I Do Not Hook Up", "Since You've Been Gone".<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.detikhot.com/images/content/2007/12/04/228/maliq-2d.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 206px;" src="http://www.detikhot.com/images/content/2007/12/04/228/maliq-2d.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Maliq an</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">d D'essentials</span><br /><br />"Terdiam", "Untitled", "The One", "Dia", "Heaven", "Pilihanku".<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mahkotaradio.co.cc/web_images/ran....jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 143px;" src="http://mahkotaradio.co.cc/web_images/ran....jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">RAN</span><br /><br />"Pandangan Pertama", "Selamat Pagi", "Warna-Warni Dunia", "Nothing Lasts Forever", "Tunjukkan Cintamu (ft. Shila)", "Hanya Untukmu".<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://noizumi.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/mocca2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 164px;" src="http://noizumi.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/mocca2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mocca</span><br /><br />"Secret Admirer", "Me and My Boyfriend", "Only One".<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfv5KpfoeYR7pPhwtKT97kv57WYL7SFtDEwl9cs4fm8y3ngjTdLcyLxkLWP5QhyzV-3dfKGJ7ee-MKSwaUutVxGUdJN525kLO55h8p2jfGcoVR1dzXEh76BWihK4pphVGIRzX9Fn64-y0/s400/nidji.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 195px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfv5KpfoeYR7pPhwtKT97kv57WYL7SFtDEwl9cs4fm8y3ngjTdLcyLxkLWP5QhyzV-3dfKGJ7ee-MKSwaUutVxGUdJN525kLO55h8p2jfGcoVR1dzXEh76BWihK4pphVGIRzX9Fn64-y0/s400/nidji.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Nidji</span><br /><br />"Disco Lazy Time", "Heaven", "Laskar Pelangi", "Jangan Lupakan", "Hapus Aku".<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i44.tinypic.com/f1krh2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 186px;" src="http://i44.tinypic.com/f1krh2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ecoutez!</span><br /><br />"Are You Really The One", "Simpan Saja", "Percayalah", "Tunjuk Satu Bintang".<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/252/3971892.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 172px;" src="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/252/3971892.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ten2Five</span><br /><br />"I Will Fly", "Rum Raisin Chocolate Ice Cream", "Brand New Day", "My Love", "Ready to Lose You", "Don't Say Goodbye", "You", "Hanya Untukmu".dodothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11662130861875437814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241954468616891786.post-76396663698766144252009-06-15T23:10:00.001-07:002009-06-19T19:04:25.479-07:00my interest booksi've read these books when i was in elementary until now. i had some series of these books and the stories of them is really inspiring me. i really LOVE the stories and i LOVE the pictures, too!!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA5ebSObbkds3SMEzS2DxLUBELoRjonH5n7Fei9q35yqdyIkJ-CWY0qm8YmcMoKVVpNMYFpnMe6xj-TtA-O_vtgHC0Cll7pQF2p7MlYa1AHUBXgzcOkL3eGT6NW7DxgfdfzEGIKJhtq67Q/s1600-h/captainunderpants+4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA5ebSObbkds3SMEzS2DxLUBELoRjonH5n7Fei9q35yqdyIkJ-CWY0qm8YmcMoKVVpNMYFpnMe6xj-TtA-O_vtgHC0Cll7pQF2p7MlYa1AHUBXgzcOkL3eGT6NW7DxgfdfzEGIKJhtq67Q/s320/captainunderpants+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347805592686867074" border="0" /></a><br /><div class="central_column_content"> <p class="product_copy"><b>Captain Underpants And The Perilous Plot Of Professor Poopypants: The Fourth Epic Novel</b></p><p class="product_copy"><span style="font-style: italic;">Dav Pilkey</span><b><br /></b></p> <p class="product_copy">Professor Pippy P. Poopypants may be the greatest scientific genius the world has ever known, but he has such a silly name that nobody takes him seriously. When George and Harold pooh-pooh his pride, the professor prepares to pounce. Can Captain Underpants put a stop to the professor's plot to take over the planet?</p> </div> <div class="central_column_footer"> </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTjhyphenhyphenQSjTco1D5HAq8Zeei0pbhCmZN3vmKxsnQD5HS2-l79sORTGRdqtKsauPLFNPkDCEkMclbPoiDp6_HkGhz4fjBxClNJxL0B2CMBWpPVP8940AykQeo-gYnJ_AXitQxFxMnZMjK1-6N/s1600-h/tracybeaker.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTjhyphenhyphenQSjTco1D5HAq8Zeei0pbhCmZN3vmKxsnQD5HS2-l79sORTGRdqtKsauPLFNPkDCEkMclbPoiDp6_HkGhz4fjBxClNJxL0B2CMBWpPVP8940AykQeo-gYnJ_AXitQxFxMnZMjK1-6N/s320/tracybeaker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347806135330454434" border="0" /></a><br /><h2>The Story of Tracy Beaker</h2> <a target="_top" href="http://www.blogger.com/%27javascript:authorSearch%28" title="search by Jacqueline Wilson"> <span style="font-style: italic;">Jacqueline Wilson</span> </a> <br /><br />"I'm Tracy Beaker. This is a book all about me. I'd read it if I were you. It's the most incredible dynamic heart-rending story, honest." Tracy is ten years-old and she lives in a children's home, but she would like a real home one day, with a real family.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZvJMiUOqu3rlIG0StwKI9xQ0ilfTvS5cr5vSXSOvKJ_Q5-PQxMlmX46KHTzujJbgwsRGTek0UfOhFaiUcUb4U8kP14-mt4Eyx_RtEzNy3tor9cSWM1b5acI07lDji21nS6pNkLNc6imxy/s1600-h/hp+6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZvJMiUOqu3rlIG0StwKI9xQ0ilfTvS5cr5vSXSOvKJ_Q5-PQxMlmX46KHTzujJbgwsRGTek0UfOhFaiUcUb4U8kP14-mt4Eyx_RtEzNy3tor9cSWM1b5acI07lDji21nS6pNkLNc6imxy/s320/hp+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347808381708372130" border="0" /></a><br /><h2>Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows</h2> <a target="_top" href="http://www.blogger.com/%27javascript:authorSearch%28" title="search by J Rowling"> <span style="font-style: italic;">J Rowling </span></a> <br /><br /><br />Harry Potter discovers what fate truly has in store for him as he inexorably makes his way to that final meeting with Voldemort.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmRuT-8Kqfv-0NU-nld9_fNiZWjui9vRfXeyhCyN7BYSOk1YtuRh3RNKc2dYXLcAV4eh9QnrhhD632C_9C6-x3PJBZpRj9HJ5ewoFoVzuRtzFvTWH5m5Vgn2E6uD26znKtRqQQkTpbWuuK/s1600-h/waterwings.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmRuT-8Kqfv-0NU-nld9_fNiZWjui9vRfXeyhCyN7BYSOk1YtuRh3RNKc2dYXLcAV4eh9QnrhhD632C_9C6-x3PJBZpRj9HJ5ewoFoVzuRtzFvTWH5m5Vgn2E6uD26znKtRqQQkTpbWuuK/s320/waterwings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347808789070010370" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Water Wings<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;">Morris Gleitzman</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><br />Pearl's life is decidedly wonky. Her dad's run off, her mum doesn't love her, her cousin Mitch is mad and her guinea pig's in the freezer. The only thing she can think of to straighten things out is to have a grandmother. Then she inherits Gran, and things are never quite the same again.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT0MURkbbOKmWnccq1Y8wzByupIO3uL359Bi-AUkfRxA2GKCrZc2hDDJ8OhTICZe9ts5J-MOMswD3ml8ehU9vZchNrVrdC2LaOKfLRNENo9r6Qk8otBHuKZTltigkyxIotvSxFCvaYpfWJ/s1600-h/mysidestory+sleepingbeauty.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT0MURkbbOKmWnccq1Y8wzByupIO3uL359Bi-AUkfRxA2GKCrZc2hDDJ8OhTICZe9ts5J-MOMswD3ml8ehU9vZchNrVrdC2LaOKfLRNENo9r6Qk8otBHuKZTltigkyxIotvSxFCvaYpfWJ/s320/mysidestory+sleepingbeauty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347809825313182898" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Disney My Side of The Story : Sleeping Beauty and Maleficent</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Kiki Thorpe</span><br /><br /><div id="synopsistext" dir="ltr" class="sa">And that story about Maleficent putting a dreadful curse on baby Aurora? Maleficent insists that as CEO of E.V.I.L. enterprises, she was only trying to offer the little princess an internship at her textile mill. Maleficent knew the little princess wouldn't get by on the gifts of beauty and song. A good work ethic-now, that's priceless! Who's telling the truth? You decide! (Do you believe i read it when i'm in first grade of high school?)<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtFcpgkyMqay5OyphrAg1XO0F1fzDSO6itCSw1MIQBuGphyBKzKvBXNYbeK1CRiFm3aaKcJLie6yOmNt0sIGsS5keyXqMf_LXJ1lhgv3zRsp2csBAajDhP5VKQ6SpfeqA_qmkO3kxGseh7/s1600-h/chocolat.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtFcpgkyMqay5OyphrAg1XO0F1fzDSO6itCSw1MIQBuGphyBKzKvBXNYbeK1CRiFm3aaKcJLie6yOmNt0sIGsS5keyXqMf_LXJ1lhgv3zRsp2csBAajDhP5VKQ6SpfeqA_qmkO3kxGseh7/s320/chocolat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347810481081630450" border="0" /></a><br /><h2>Chocolat</h2> <a target="_top" href="http://www.blogger.com/%27javascript:authorSearch%28" title="search by Joanne Harris"> <span style="font-style: italic;">Joanne Harris</span> </a> <br /><br /><p> When an exotic stranger, Vianne Rocher, arrives in the French village of Lansquenet and opens a chocolate boutique directly opposite the church, Father Reynaud identifies her as a serious danger to his flock. War is declared as the priest denounces the newcomer's wares as instruments of murder.</p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG3mg9VHxcv34LA_85kClrILSPvM8PUd_EKhLnoOSciWfn0GZqHNpOAIUiKsiPcKIe6_qyUJEPN1YL_6skCE1hyPO7GMjeezyJbO6SBT2qtDixcJthSSkxxEOMgO-D3Z3gm3Y9rXDeNe9r/s1600-h/hello-komang.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 105px; height: 145px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG3mg9VHxcv34LA_85kClrILSPvM8PUd_EKhLnoOSciWfn0GZqHNpOAIUiKsiPcKIe6_qyUJEPN1YL_6skCE1hyPO7GMjeezyJbO6SBT2qtDixcJthSSkxxEOMgO-D3Z3gm3Y9rXDeNe9r/s320/hello-komang.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347811291885627202" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Hello Komang </span> <strong><br /><br />Author:</strong> <span style="font-style: italic;">Park In Seo</span><br /><strong>Artist:</strong> <span style="font-style: italic;">Sang Choi</span><br /><br /><strong>Summary:</strong> Published in Korea. A boy named komang learns kung fu and meet many friends as well as obstacles. The story is funny.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT8FCe4Rc9BMalVPjVK2txvFQxAGI1MOlfvNLh2v7XafYT55AZHcbssWmfCBm0XfftpdAMK98WBojWaIMLItR8H5cnANOZbRqKBdu3v6nOsESl93_PHOe5q_5aXBo_1gyNN9HMN2FAGbPD/s1600-h/conan_manga_cover.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT8FCe4Rc9BMalVPjVK2txvFQxAGI1MOlfvNLh2v7XafYT55AZHcbssWmfCBm0XfftpdAMK98WBojWaIMLItR8H5cnANOZbRqKBdu3v6nOsESl93_PHOe5q_5aXBo_1gyNN9HMN2FAGbPD/s320/conan_manga_cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347810839460383442" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Detective Conan<br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;">Aoyama Gosho</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /></span></span></span>A high school boy named Shinichi Kudo changes his identity to Detective Conan after being shrunken to the size of a seven-year-old in a criminal attack, and starts helping police investigate a number of other crimes.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEO5jGZ5azYykK4GdLmxvG_XVj2ifTcYi6a1c2992lIjQ5ZzcleSvvMACe99a7ATc542uRfX60olr8H6ZM1p1t6OGs_m6UilhxjHXesgBa5ug5Lbm0SJxe0o7S_JnfoFvZYrZFtNfsfBGi/s1600-h/karekano.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEO5jGZ5azYykK4GdLmxvG_XVj2ifTcYi6a1c2992lIjQ5ZzcleSvvMACe99a7ATc542uRfX60olr8H6ZM1p1t6OGs_m6UilhxjHXesgBa5ug5Lbm0SJxe0o7S_JnfoFvZYrZFtNfsfBGi/s320/karekano.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347812110722326610" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><br />Kare Kano : His and Her Circumstances</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Masami Tsuda<br /><br /></span><div id="synopsistext" dir="ltr" class="sa">After Soichiro threatens Yukino's status as most popular, Yukino tries to regain her idol-like popularity, struggling with her own inner problems while they develop a unique relationship.</div>dodothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11662130861875437814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241954468616891786.post-56263694577138290362009-05-23T02:04:00.000-07:002009-06-17T03:33:22.516-07:00kepang 3 menithari Rabu kemaren yang serasa gak sekolah itu, gw bikin video kocak sama temen-temen gw, <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;">Irma, Sarah</span> dan <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;">Femi</span>. tadinya kita lagi ngobrol2 biasa aja, tiba-tiba Sarah ngeliat <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">ikat pinggangya Femi </span>yang bermotif kepangan warna hitam yang tergeletak di meja, lagi ga di pake. dari situ muncul ilham gila buat bikin video kocak.<br /><br /> ilustrasinya Irma lagi bosen sama gaya rambutnya yang itu-itu aja. terus datanglah Sarah yang bersedia untuk merubah tatanan rambutnya jadi oke dan mengesankan. terus di <span style="font-style: italic;">behind the scene</span>-nya rambutnya Irma kita cepol dulu baru abis itu diselipin ikat pinggang Femi yang ajaib dan "gahul" yang bermotif kepangan rambut di cepolan rambutnya si Irma.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;">TADAAAA!! </span>jadilah rambut Rapunzel! hahahaha.<br /><br />Enjoy the Show<br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dz-AqkGkZ3rorgT4V2K3Kb2geOtGvrwlpw3tF5RFlKV-3GyzmdSGkE63O6QvAIQu4wB8dVaCmVkCzpHhnQ49Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>dodothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11662130861875437814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241954468616891786.post-21144591033912169582009-05-23T01:26:00.000-07:002009-05-25T02:55:17.496-07:00tag tag tag<blockquote><p><strong>The rules:</strong></p> <p><strong>1. </strong>Respond and rework: answer the questions on your blog, replace one question that you dislike with a question of your own invention, add one more question of your own. <strong></strong></p> <p><strong>2. </strong>Tag eight other people.</p></blockquote><br /><br /><p><strong>What is/ are your current obsession?</strong> <span style="text-decoration: underline;">being<span style="font-style: italic;"> his</span> close friend and having new cell phone SE k660i or other type of SE Walkman (again)</span><strong></strong></p> <p><strong>What is your weirdest obsession?</strong> pengen punya Pintu Kemana Saja biar deket mau kemana-mana ga butuh ongkos lagi hahahaha<strong></strong></p> <p><strong>What are you wearing today?</strong> just a pink shirt and green short pants<br /></p> <p><strong>What’s for dinner today?</strong> Delicious seasoned meat , Grilled Chicken and Cap Cay<br /></p> <p><strong>Makeup kit you can’t live without?</strong> <span style="text-decoration: underline;">Pond's Lightening Cream, Aubeau powder, and perfume.</span></p> <p><strong>What would you like to learn to do?</strong> Bicycling! Of course, i want to bycicling around the street<br /></p> <p><strong>What’s the last thing you bought?</strong> tiga kunciran kabel telpon warna biru gelap, biru terang, sama putih <strong></strong></p> <p><strong>What are you listening to right now?</strong> <em>"Hanya kamu yang bisa ... membuat aku tergila-gila ..." - Tiket-Hanya Kamu Yang Bisa, dari tipi, gatau juga acara apa-</em></p> <p><strong>What is your favorite weather?</strong> Cloudy, gak gerah dan ga panas tapi ga ujan juga.<br /></p> <p><strong>What is your most challenging goal right now?</strong> get the best score in my final exam 2 weeks from now<br /></p> <p><strong>What do you think about the person who tagged you?</strong> smart, powerful voice, moody, internet LOVER, and likes to fart around the house wakakakakaak<br /></p> <p><strong>If you could have a house totally paid for, fully furnished anywhere in the world, where would you like it to be?</strong> England ... or Paris? i LOVE them both.<strong></strong></p> <p><strong>What would you like to have in your hands right now?</strong> SE K660i<br /></p> <p><strong>What would you like to get rid of?</strong> SWEAT! dan orang kepedean yang banyak omong<br /></p> <p><strong>If you could go anywhere in the world for the next hour, where would you go?</strong> <span style="text-decoration: underline;">England</span> </p> <p><strong>Which language do you want to learn?</strong> French<br /></p> <p><strong>What do you look for in a friend?</strong> Sincerity, loyalty, craziness, and not much "gaya" and being his/herself<br /></p> <p><strong>Who do you want to meet in person?</strong> my old friends and my crush ... hahahaha.<br /></p> <p><strong>What’s your favorite type of music?</strong> Pop, and a little bit of rock<br /></p> <p><strong>What's your favorite hollywood actor? Dominic Purcell, i like his style. Cowok banget! <span style="font-weight: normal;"></span> </strong></p> <p><strong>What is your dream job?</strong> that suits to my education later and related to math.<br /></p> <p><strong>Any favorite models?</strong> <a href="http://nymag.com/fashion/models/adeyn/agynessdeyn/">mmmm, i don't know many. in domestic, i choose Mariana Renata (Manohara juga boleh deh)<br /></a></p> <p><strong>If you had £100 now what would you spend it on?</strong> buying new gadgets and going somewhere fantastic with my friends or family<br /></p> <p><strong>Favorite song?</strong> <span style="font-style: italic;">"Everything" <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">by Michael Buble. ga pernah bisa bosen denger lagu itu.</span></span></span></span></span></span><br /></p> <p><strong>Fashion pet peeve?</strong> yang norak model atau gambarnya dan yang ga comfortable.<br /></p> <p><strong>Do you admire anyone’s style?</strong> hm, i think so.<br /></p> <p><strong>Describe your personal style</strong> casual, but sometimes may be a bit formal with skirt and shirt. <strong></strong></p> <p><strong>Last thing you saw on TV?</strong> Satu Jam lebih Dekat on TV One-TV Pemilu</p><p><span style="font-weight: bold;">Who's your favorite singer in your childhood? </span>Sherina<br /><strong></strong></p> <p><strong>What do you want to do now?</strong> Watching Prison Break Season 2 on DVD<br /></p>dodothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11662130861875437814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241954468616891786.post-79560522447641600022009-05-20T06:36:00.000-07:002009-06-17T03:33:22.516-07:00serasa gak sekolahhari ini udah kaya ga sekolah. pagi-pagi cuma upacara kebangkitan nasional, bahasa inggris..yaaah tau lah Ma'am Ifda, belajar ala TK. biologi Bu Indah ga masuk dan gajadi ulangan, kimia gurunya juga ga dateng. udah deh hari ini kerjaannya cuma bikin video "gaul" sama video "termehek-mehek" dan bener-bener ga belajar. besoknya libur lagi hahahahahaha.dodothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11662130861875437814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7241954468616891786.post-81856499158872257232009-05-18T02:12:00.000-07:002009-06-17T03:33:22.516-07:00antara Anyer dan Jakartawaktu itu hari <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Rabu</span> kalo ga salah, gw pulang dari sekolah bareng temen gw <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;">Rahma</span>. dia emang temen pulang bareng gw yang biasa naik angkot dari <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Salemba sampai ke Jatiwaringin</span>. dari sekolah kita biasa pulang bareng teman-teman seperjuangan lainnya, yaitu <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;">Tatia</span>, <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;">Sarah</span>, <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;">Adel</span>, dan <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;">Tasya</span> (kadang-kadang). <fyi, style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /></fyi,><fyi, style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">perjalanan yang kita lewati dari Salemba ke Kampung Melayu berlangsung aman dan lancar. dari Kampung Melayu, gw dan Rahma kembali melanjutkan perjalanan ke Jatiwaringin dengan naik angkot bernomor</fyi,><fyi, style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">18</span></fyi,><fyi, style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">. setelah naik 18 dan berjalan cukup lama, tiba-tiba abangnya bilang :</span><br /></fyi,><fyi, style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;">abang 18</span> </fyi,><fyi, style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">:</fyi,><fyi, style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">"Dek, lewat tol ya, Dek. Kalimalang macet."</span><br /></span><br /></fyi,><fyi, style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">emang iya sih, kalo abis ujan emang biasanya suka macet kan.</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">kalo gw sih sebenernya bisa-bisa aja lewat tol, tapi gw gak tega meninggalkan Rahma sendirian karna Rahma gamau lewat tol, terlalu jauh jadinya.</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">akhirnya kita berdua turun dari angkot itu dan mencoba menunggu angkot yang nggak lewat tol.</span></fyi,><fyi, style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /></span></span></fyi,><fyi, style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">setelah beberapa lama menunggu, ga ada angkot yang mau lewat Kalimalang. akhirnya Rahma mencetuskan</fyi,><fyi, style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> ide :</span></fyi,><fyi, style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;">Rahma</span> : <span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">"gimana kalo kita jalan aja sekalian nyegat 18 yang lewat nanti?</span>"<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Gw</span> : <span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">"ayuk deh gapapa daripada berdiri nunggu kaya gini."</span><br /><br /></fyi,><fyi, style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">alhasil, gw jalan sama Rahma. perjalanan dimulai dari Halim. setelah cukup lama berjalan, ga ada angkot 18 yang lewat, sekalipun ada dan kita cegat .... </fyi,><fyi, style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">abangnya ga mau berenti!</span></fyi,><fyi, style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> sial. akhirnya kita jalaaaan terus dan ternyata bener Kalimalang macet parah. mana jalanan becek-becek lagi. wah kalo macet banget gini mah mendingan jalan terus deh daripada duduk diem di angkot yang panaaaas. eeeh, ternyata</fyi,><fyi, style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"> </fyi,><fyi, style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">di belakang kita banyaaaaak banget orang-orang (terutama ibu-ibu) yang jalan juga kayak kita</span>, udah kayak uler, panjaaaang banget ampe ke belakang.</fyi,><fyi, style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">malah ada yang perkasa banget, jalan di jalanan becek gitu sambil bawa-bawa tipi. </span><br /><br /></fyi,><fyi, style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">sepatu pun mulai terkotori oleh tanah-tanah becek. udara panas dari kendaraan menyeruak menghantam tubuh. tapi sungguh tak disangka, kita sama sekali ga berenti buat istirahat (karna emang ga ada tempat buat istirahat sih sebenernya). perjalanan pun kita buat menjadi menyenangkan dengan bercanda-canda sepanjang jalan terus kita sok-sokan jadi Bolang gitu deh (sok-sok ada kamera ngikutin kita terus kita sok-sok ngomong2 ke kamera tak nampak itu). karna makin lama makin pegel, gw menyarankan Rahma buat narik tali tasnya supaya ga berat, jadi biar bener-bener nempel punggung. eeeh, tapi abis narik dia malah bilang gini sambil bercanda,</fyi,><fyi, style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Rahma </span>: <span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">"aduh, kalo tasnya dinaikkin, pantatnya jadi keliatan niiih..</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"> (sambil megang-megang pantat)"</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Gw</span> : <span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">"idih najong, ga usah diraba-raba gitu dong, ma."</span><br /><br /></fyi,><fyi, style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">setelah ngomong itu, Rahma ngecek nengok ke belakang ada nggak orang yang ngeliat dia ngeraba-raba pantat.</fyi,><fyi, style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">ternyata sesosok mas-mas muda - yang berusaha mengalihkan pandangan - berada tepat di belakang kita dan kemungkinan dia melihat jelas "tindakan binal" si Rahma tadi</span></fyi,><fyi, style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">. kita pun langsung ketawa dan mempercepat langkah kita sampai mas-mas muda itu menghilang dari pandangan.</fyi,><fyi, style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /></fyi,><fyi, style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">huuh... ga kerasa kita udah mau nyampe tempat tujuan di mana gw dan Rahma harus berpisah, yaitu di pangkalan ojek. gw dan Rahma melanjutkan perjalanan dengan ojek menuju ke rumah masing-masing. bener-bener perjalanan yang sangaaaaat panjang. bayangin aja, </fyi,><fyi, style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">d</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">ari Halim sampai pangkalan ojek Jatiwaringin yang deket lampu merah perempatan itu</span></span></fyi,><fyi, style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">. kata Rahma, jaraknya kira-kira dari SMA 68 sampai Jatinegara -lebih tepatnya sampai tempat Adel turun dari M01. gak kebayang kalo jalan sendirian (ga bakal juga gw jalan sendirian, mending lewat tol). ga lagi-lagi deeh.. capek gilaaaa. ;'(</fyi,><fyi, style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></fyi,>dodothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11662130861875437814noreply@blogger.com0