<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973433107657327332</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:00:17.846+07:00</updated><category term='valentine'/><category term='lebaran break'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='cockroach'/><category term='afternoon nap'/><title type='text'>Blah blah blah... Keep yapping all nite</title><subtitle type='html'>Hey! I'm very pleased if u wanna spare ur time reading my entries, but no worries, close it if u dont want to. I'm fine ; I won't get mad, though. Enjoy :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973433107657327332/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>della24o8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973949352157059760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rtAd50CaO-s/SYWJknIPa-I/AAAAAAAAABk/8Pxnx3xj7iQ/S220/n582981672_1826526_3104.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973433107657327332.post-1370529014288004695</id><published>2010-07-04T17:55:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T20:07:53.286+07:00</updated><title type='text'>4/7/10</title><content type='html'>This is my 2012. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if you know what I mean. Despite all those superstitious beliefs on how '4' can bring bad lucks or so, I'm certainly sure that 4 has become my lucky charm for 17 years of living. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as you all know, I never put decent stuffs on my blog, because why would I? Sweets are meant to keep, sours are meant to dispose. Well that's what I thought. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is my seventh hour sitting in the car, (wait or eight?) stuck in the middle of motionless traffic (well, only if u consider moving 5 m per 2 hours is literally motionless). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I hv nothing to do other than staring at the same restoran padang since.. I dunno, 4 hours ago, I will make myself a little bit more productive by jotting down several number of reasons WHY AM I STILL SITTING IN THIS CAR WHILE IN FACT I SHUD BE HOME WATCHING BIG BANG THEORY AND EATING SNACKS INSTEAD. I know typing with caps locks is not 'cyber-ly' ethical as it mimic high pitch shouts, which, I don't like very much. Which is why now I'm gonna start typing in non caps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason #1: everyone thought that going to puncak next week (dimana hari jumatnya adalah hari besar) is absolutely ridiculous, that's whyy they are ALL going this week. Unfortunately the whole world thinks the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason #2: it seems like everybody's favorite holiday destination is riding elephants in safari or..milking cows in cimory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason #3: ..or simply just tea walking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason #4: perbaikan jalan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason #5: ada tikus kegiling di tol, sehingga menyebabkan kehebohan para penumpang yang lain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason #6: its not my lucky day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of anything else right now, (my bro can't stop farting, shouting and squealing with cousins. I wish I can hypnotize them all to sleep), but it seems like the last reason makes enough sense. I mean, a lot of fortune comes after me, let's just say this is the payback period. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this tragedy doesn't end that bad. I finally heard mom said 'jual aja tuh villa'. . . Too bad I'm leaving jkt soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, there's also one valid reason why today's date kind of important to me (that's why I put it as the title). Its our (me and bernard's) 13th monthsary, but it seems like this aint the kind of monthsary he would wish to remember. Well this month kinda different. I used to wish happy monthsary 12 hours earlier every month, but now it seems like he remembered it better than I do (despite the fact that we're in the same gmt). Happy 13th monthsary be. Love you always :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my bro and lil cousin drtd bbm an trs biarpun jarak mereka gk lebih jauh dr 60 cm. And here's what I found:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pipiet - lil cous ; lea - nello)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Participants:&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;Le@ Lest@ri, =O ¤Pipiet¤ ;;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Messages:&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;Le@ Lest@ri: Woi&lt;br /&gt;=O ¤Pipiet¤ ;;) : KenaPeeeee bosss:/&lt;br /&gt;Le@ Lest@ri: Aduh. Ni. Orang.&lt;br /&gt;=O ¤Pipiet¤ ;;) : Kanape...&lt;br /&gt;Le@ Lest@ri: Kamu.   Tau. Monyet. Nga?&lt;br /&gt;=O ¤Pipiet¤ ;;) : Tau lahhh&lt;br /&gt;Le@ Lest@ri: Itu.  Nama. Nya. Pinter&lt;br /&gt;=O ¤Pipiet¤ ;;) : Eeeh gak enak ya dimobil.       Yayayayay&lt;br /&gt;Le@ Lest@ri: Betul!!!!&lt;br /&gt;=O ¤Pipiet¤ ;;) : Oya aku laper nih&lt;br /&gt;Le@ Lest@ri: Sama!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;=O ¤Pipiet¤ ;;) : Iyaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;Le@ Lest@ri: Huh.  Cape.  Nih&lt;br /&gt;=O ¤Pipiet¤ ;;) : Ko&lt;br /&gt;=O ¤Pipiet¤ ;;) : Iya sama&lt;br /&gt;Le@ Lest@ri: Cape. Boss!!!!!(=|&lt;br /&gt;=O ¤Pipiet¤ ;;) : Hahahaahahaaahahah=)) =)) =))&lt;br /&gt;Le@ Lest@ri: Bisa. Nga&lt;br /&gt;Le@ Lest@ri: Ok&lt;br /&gt;=O ¤Pipiet¤ ;;) : Ko kamu pusing gak dimobil ini hah. Aku mah pusing sekali&lt;br /&gt;Le@ Lest@ri: Aku. Mah. Nga.   Betah!!!!!:'(&lt;br /&gt;=O ¤Pipiet¤ ;;) : Iya sameeeee&lt;br /&gt;Le@ Lest@ri: Hahahahahahahahahahahahah:)&lt;br /&gt;=O ¤Pipiet¤ ;;) : Kepanjangan kali hahahahanya&lt;br /&gt;Le@ Lest@ri: Ok.  Ya.   Sudah!!!!:/&lt;br /&gt;=O ¤Pipiet¤ ;;) : Ko kita tadi malem mimpi apa ya&lt;br /&gt;Le@ Lest@ri: Nga.  Tau=-?&lt;br /&gt;Le@ Lest@ri: Buset. Enak.  Banget!!!;) ;)&lt;br /&gt;Le@ Lest@ri: Macet!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&gt;:O &gt;:O&lt;br /&gt;=O ¤Pipiet¤ ;;) : Iya tau&lt;br /&gt;=O ¤Pipiet¤ ;;) : Mls&lt;br /&gt;=O ¤Pipiet¤ ;;) : Ya males&lt;br /&gt;=O ¤Pipiet¤ ;;) : Koko&lt;br /&gt;=O ¤Pipiet¤ ;;) : Koaoaoaoaoaaoaooaoaooaooao&lt;br /&gt;Le@ Lest@ri: Kenapa. Sih=-?&lt;br /&gt;=O ¤Pipiet¤ ;;) : Lama amat nge jawabntya&lt;br /&gt;Le@ Lest@ri: Iya.   Nih.   Di pinjemin cece!!8-|&lt;br /&gt;=O ¤Pipiet¤ ;;) : Udh lah sabar saja lahhh kalo dipinnnnnjam&lt;br /&gt;Le@ Lest@ri: N.  Nya.  Kurangin. Kali*...*&lt;br /&gt;=O ¤Pipiet¤ ;;) : Iya dah bbbooosss&lt;br /&gt;Le@ Lest@ri: ;)&lt;br /&gt;=O ¤Pipiet¤ ;;) : Anesssssssssssssss&lt;br /&gt;Le@ Lest@ri: Nga.  Ngerti~o)&lt;br /&gt;=O ¤Pipiet¤ ;;) : Anesssssssss itu adalah kata baru dari aneeehhh&lt;br /&gt;=O ¤Pipiet¤ ;;) : Hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Le@ Lest@ri: (y)&lt;br /&gt;=O ¤Pipiet¤ ;;) : baru tahuuuu sekarang yua&lt;br /&gt;Le@ Lest@ri: Iya&lt;br /&gt;=O ¤Pipiet¤ ;;) : Ooohhhhh Ooo&lt;br /&gt;Le@ Lest@ri: Mau. Kerjain.  Reagen. Nga?&lt;br /&gt;=O ¤Pipiet¤ ;;) : Iya dah mau&lt;br /&gt;Le@ Lest@ri: Yeee.  Ini.  Seru!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;=O ¤Pipiet¤ ;;) : Occc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973433107657327332-1370529014288004695?l=diaryohdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1370529014288004695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973433107657327332&amp;postID=1370529014288004695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973433107657327332/posts/default/1370529014288004695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973433107657327332/posts/default/1370529014288004695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/2010/07/4710.html' 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passed through the stage during EY's assembly, got the worst muscle contract in my whole 17 years of living, spend my first birthday away from jakarta and hv better one in sf with your boyfriend instead, wore heels to the malls, vomited in the street while the car is running 80?, got vomited by sevira, cried til you almost vomit, almost vomited in the middle of ur sat test and stuffs and stuffs and stuffs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's tiring though to hv everything stuffed in me once at a time. yet, it was all worth it, remembering this is my last yr of high school, and also my first yr for being legal. ive got my ID and my driving license. i'm an adult. and that's the last thing i wanna know. i wish i cud substitute 'am' with 'will be'. i don't wanna grow up, at least not now. and to be honest, i can't get any of my newyear's resolutions done (well i do hv some important lists to do actually :p), cause i don't want 2010 to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-years-resolution-2010.html' title='NEW YEAR&apos;S RESOLUTION 2010'/><author><name>della24o8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973949352157059760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rtAd50CaO-s/SYWJknIPa-I/AAAAAAAAABk/8Pxnx3xj7iQ/S220/n582981672_1826526_3104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973433107657327332.post-4639021698793891256</id><published>2009-09-15T19:24:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T19:46:07.183+07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIBURRR!</title><content type='html'>YEYYY UDAH MAU LIBUR! artinya belom libur si :p mstinya skrg gw lg bljr eco kalo gk bi sih. cuman gw males to the max, gara2 chem bus sama english uda slesai pas senin, dan 80% beban exam gw uda terangkat. skrg atmosphere exam nya udah ilang. uda gk ada lagi tu exam nightmare. hahahaha. yg gw takut cmn TOK gilaaaa. anyway, october is coming soon. hell lotta work to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o yes, my 17th bday is coming soon, and this gonna be the first (and last i hope, although quite impossible i kno) time i celebrate it by myself, far from home. hahahahaha (thisisthetimewhenalittlegirlreachhermaturity)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't stop humming The Whitest Boy Alive - Burning *whistle*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973433107657327332-4639021698793891256?l=diaryohdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4639021698793891256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973433107657327332&amp;postID=4639021698793891256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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grieving upon my dear fellow whereas i supposed to write on my 750 word third econ paper. but nothing could keep me apart from this remorse, as i see the dimmed light illuminating my bedroom. until then i realized, that the time has come....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been 5 years since we met each other. aloofness may best suited us at first, but then it ended as a decent relationship after all. things went wrong and right, pictures been posted and removed, clicked and pasted, and together we see the world revolved amid our own eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my plea i wish the time would freeze, because 5 years never been enough and never will, for us to face this inevitable farewell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to my imac, she's been dying since weeks ago (sob)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973433107657327332-395362965701736326?l=diaryohdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' 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gk tw si. kok drtd gw kepikiran ee terus ya. ngeri abis men, dr kmrn gw kerjanya mikirin tugas mulu uda kyk frik. gk hiperbol ini seriusan. masa gw lg makan malem, terus gw mo minta capcay gw malah bilang "mi, minta ee (baca: ii. bukan eek) nya dong". mandi mikirin tok presentation gw nasibnya gmn. dan yg paling mengerikan kalo tidur. HAHAHAHHA. 2 hr sbelom presentasi g4, 2 malem berturut2 gw mimpi presentasi terus. uda gitu pas weekend bangun secara otomatis pada pukul 6.00 pagi, terus gw panik sendiri kirain uda telat padahal jelas2 waktu itu weekend. gila gw ngerasa kyk frik. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi gpp si skrg gw uda mulai terbiasa dengan tugas2, agaknya tubuh gw uda bisa beradaptasi dengan jam tidur yg abstrak. (02.00 - 06.00 lanjut 06.20 - 07.10 lanjut 15.30-16.30). dimana ada kursi, ac, orang, disanalah tempat tidur gw. muahaha. uda ah, back to schedule. hmm, ee/econ dulu? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-14 days of vacancy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973433107657327332-95206588241297944?l=diaryohdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/95206588241297944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973433107657327332&amp;postID=95206588241297944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973433107657327332/posts/default/95206588241297944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973433107657327332/posts/default/95206588241297944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/2009/08/schedule-schedule.html' title='schedule schedule'/><author><name>della24o8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973949352157059760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rtAd50CaO-s/SYWJknIPa-I/AAAAAAAAABk/8Pxnx3xj7iQ/S220/n582981672_1826526_3104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973433107657327332.post-1436524747949801000</id><published>2009-08-18T22:53:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T23:27:07.916+07:00</updated><title type='text'>gw hepi</title><content type='html'>eh gk juga si sbenernya gw gk hepi2 amat. cuman selama weekend yang cukup panjang ini (alias 5 hari dan menurut gw uda sangat panjang, karna jarang2 si peter mo ngasi libur sgini panjangnya) gw merasa gw sudah hidup dalam tingat produktifitas yang cukup tinggi. kenapa? karna gw sudah melakukan cukup banyak hal dalam 5 hari ini? apa buktinya? berikut bukti-buktinya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumat pagi: ke US embacy, apply visa, dan ngantri cuman 3 jam, dan dapet pula. gk sia2 gw bolos&lt;br /&gt;Jumat siang: membahagiakan mami dengan menemani mami pergi ke mol jalan2, pdhl sbenernya gw maunya tidur siang di rmh. ngantuk men.&lt;br /&gt;Jumat malem: chatting, main benang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabtu pagi: bangun pagi, skype :), hip hop&lt;br /&gt;Sabtu siang - sore: SAT practice 1&lt;br /&gt;Sabtu malem: membahagiakan seluruh keluarga dengan gk pergi kmn2 dan makan malem di EATON (NOTE: DI MALAM MINGGU)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minggu pagi: bangun pagi, skype :)&lt;br /&gt;Minggu siang: main benang, bikin pr mat, baca BNW&lt;br /&gt;Minggu sore-malem: membahagiakan Tuhan dengan pergi ke gereja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senin pagi: bangun pagi, skype :)&lt;br /&gt;Senin siang: discussion english ppt yang due nya masih minggu depan, dan end up main salon2an dan photobooth di kamar gw, alhasil kamar gw berantakan uda kyk hutan belantara + sampah bertebaran dimana2&lt;br /&gt;Senin sore-malem: membahagiakan diri gw sendiri dengan nntn AAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selasa pagi: bangun pagi, skype :)&lt;br /&gt;Selasa siang: membagiakan tante ninik + orang tua, dengan les mat ngerjain pr mat sejublek selama 3 jam&lt;br /&gt;Selasa sore-malem: membahagiakan tubuh gw dengan tidur sore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terbukti, kan? Bukan hanya produktif, tapi gw juga banyak membahagiakan orang lain. hahahahha. gw cukup bangga dengan diri gw sndiri. ternyata gw gk se-useless itu, at the very least :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOTTAGOBYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973433107657327332-1436524747949801000?l=diaryohdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1436524747949801000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973433107657327332&amp;postID=1436524747949801000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973433107657327332/posts/default/1436524747949801000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973433107657327332/posts/default/1436524747949801000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/2009/08/gw-hepi.html' title='gw hepi'/><author><name>della24o8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973949352157059760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rtAd50CaO-s/SYWJknIPa-I/AAAAAAAAABk/8Pxnx3xj7iQ/S220/n582981672_1826526_3104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973433107657327332.post-6788933185383520322</id><published>2009-07-30T19:28:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T19:34:58.389+07:00</updated><title type='text'>i curse this week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BOBI BOBI BOBI BOBI BOBI BOBI BOBI BOBI BOBI BOBI BOBI BOBI BOBI BOBI BOBI BOBI BOBI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GW CAPEK, BABI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973433107657327332-6788933185383520322?l=diaryohdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6788933185383520322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973433107657327332&amp;postID=6788933185383520322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973433107657327332/posts/default/6788933185383520322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973433107657327332/posts/default/6788933185383520322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-curse-this-week.html' title='i curse this week'/><author><name>della24o8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973949352157059760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rtAd50CaO-s/SYWJknIPa-I/AAAAAAAAABk/8Pxnx3xj7iQ/S220/n582981672_1826526_3104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973433107657327332.post-7229608918906912586</id><published>2009-07-25T20:46:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T21:41:24.550+07:00</updated><title type='text'>why is it so hard to be a human?</title><content type='html'>to listen is always harder than to speak. sometimes it's too easy for me to speak out what you think is right, what you think is good. but it was always hard when i found that it was all the other way around, especially when it relates to your own life. then what i always do is to ignore all those facts, pretend as if i never heard any. at least that's the best i can do to keep me away from being upset, and i never thought that this habit could get any worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people said it is nice to live a life like mine. seems like i faced problem as if it was nothing, because i never think much. believe me, it was nice. at least that's what i thought before i posted this. my mind always said, just keep doing what you're doing, it won't hurt anybody though. but it didn't turn out to be so. as i'm getting older, the more careless person i've become. and the worst part of all, i never realized that before i hurt the closest person in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call me shallow, cause you know what, i am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973433107657327332-7229608918906912586?l=diaryohdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rtAd50CaO-s/SYWJknIPa-I/AAAAAAAAABk/8Pxnx3xj7iQ/S220/n582981672_1826526_3104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973433107657327332.post-1367720575467729914</id><published>2009-07-03T14:44:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T17:53:33.406+07:00</updated><title type='text'>let's turn the pages</title><content type='html'>Heyya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna share some thoughts, since i just finished reading all my posts right from i started blogging at the very first time. queer- yes, but interesting tho :). can't believe i laughed my ass off by reading my own posts. stupid. but that's the fun part of living a life. hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call me a kiddo, but yeah, i do love doing stupid things. and by the time i just realized, that my life as a teenager 2 years back from now is more dynamic &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;in a way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; (note: in terms of doing fun stuffs together with buddies)&lt;/span&gt;. Now i just can't help myself to stop wondering how great it was when we first put on our white-grey uniform, and finally been able to get rid of those hideous brown waitress-like middle school uniform. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering those days, i can't fake myself that i do miss my old highschool times. now things hv turned a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; different from the way we expected. thought that binus would be just as fun as what we saw from our 2-years older seniors, but then, it did not turn out to be so when Mr. P sat on the principal's chair. sadddddd. moreover, this school just started this IB thing, and that makes our batch as the herd. enough babbling about IB, cuz i'm enough of it since the beginning of yr 11. not enough? the whole backstabbing thing between us is just getting nutsier (but this one is kinda fun. notice how we love scandals very much? typical highschooler :p). And now there are no longer 86 of us, but probably only 50 of us left. i don't wanna go to a prom with only 50 guests invited, (but yes, we'll accept alumni and mutual friends :p) but still, 50 individuals in a batch = NO FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been reading through my friends posts too, and caught a glance on sevira's post (this one reminds me of our personal thought about marriage. lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"I don't wanna live with you forever." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;May. 18th, 2009 at 10:28 PM"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was written when we started to read our "controversial" bahasa literature book, "Hedda Gabler". I love Hedda, she got me an-88 for my final exam. woohooo. but the story was kinda tragic actually. ended by a weird suicidal action due to her depression trapped in a major catastrophe of life commitment called marriage. poor Hedda. but it got me thinking that it is not the marriage that actually scares me. marriage is good in countless ways. you get to have kids, drive them to school, hv a picnic sometime, and most of all, living with people you love the most. but the question is, how do you find the one who dares to spend his life with you forever? frankly, it is not the commitment that i'm thinking of, but getting to choose the right person is the hardest. &lt;br /&gt;but living a life is just like driving a car in a road without a map, (i know this personal statement is kind of weird) sometimes you just need to travel it no matter what will be heading you next, and see if you can find a clue to reach the highway (this highway is a metaphor of happiness).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, ichel and sevira were heading to bandung this morning, but i couldn't join since i'll have camp on sunday for the sake of my own spiritual need and religious importance (hyperbole, i know). michi and fenny will be there too, betcha gonna be fun fun fun. and tomorrow there will be a little reunion with my elementary friends. can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973433107657327332-1367720575467729914?l=diaryohdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1367720575467729914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973433107657327332&amp;postID=1367720575467729914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973433107657327332/posts/default/1367720575467729914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973433107657327332/posts/default/1367720575467729914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/2009/07/lets-turn-pages.html' title='let&apos;s turn the pages'/><author><name>della24o8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973949352157059760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rtAd50CaO-s/SYWJknIPa-I/AAAAAAAAABk/8Pxnx3xj7iQ/S220/n582981672_1826526_3104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973433107657327332.post-4436886601811704890</id><published>2009-06-23T21:05:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T23:42:43.562+07:00</updated><title type='text'>PAKET C</title><content type='html'>HELO PIPOL! It's been a long time since i posted my latest post. Been working my ass off for the whole month, then finally, here i am! enjoying my splendid summer in jakarta. everything's work fine as hell. nilai2 exam pun sepertinya meningkat (except for TOK, perhaps), dan walaupun tugas2 menumpuk selama liburan, but guess what? i dont care! yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, summer break = jalan2. dan tampaknya hari ini (hari Selasa tanggal 23 bulan Juni tahun 2009) menjadi hari yang paling "bersejarah" di sepanjang liburan musim panas 2009. (bersejarah: mengandung peristiwa-peristiwa yang spektakuler dan patut diingat). dan "bersejarah" di sini bukan hanya sekedar 'patut diingat', tapi juga karena hari ini we actually do visit tempat-tempat yang mengandung benda-benda bersejarah. museum. and yes, i do have company. thanks be, today was hella AWESOME :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebenernya memang agak sedikit unik si acara kita ini. berawal dari percakapan via skype lalu lanjut ke telefon genggam berlabelkan blackberry (baca: BB/bibi), dan berakhir pada sebuah keputusan yang menarik, PAKET C. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;22 - 06 - 2009 (malam app. 11 p.m.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(setelah perbincangan malam yang agak gk penting namun menyenangkan)&lt;br /&gt;B: jadi besok mau ke mana dell?&lt;br /&gt;D: terserah&lt;br /&gt;B: (mikir)&lt;br /&gt;D: mo indoor atau outdoor? &lt;br /&gt;B: outdoor!&lt;br /&gt;D: ohyaudah! (pause) ... di jakarta bisa ngapain kalo outdoor?&lt;br /&gt;B: DUFAN!&lt;br /&gt;D: tapi aku gak mau naik tornado (sambil membayangkan betapa horror nya naik mesin pemanggang manusia bak ikan asin)&lt;br /&gt;B: tapi nanti kalo kita main gak ada yang jagain hape sama dompet&lt;br /&gt;D: iya betul... &lt;br /&gt;(bbrp menit kemudian...)&lt;br /&gt;B: aku pengen naek busway nih&lt;br /&gt;D: eh temen aku pernah ke monas sama cw nya lalu naik sepeda keliling2 kota&lt;br /&gt;B: gimana kalo kita ke museum&lt;br /&gt;D: iya, naik busway&lt;br /&gt;(detik2 berlalu menjadi menit, menit2 berlalu menjadi jam)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;kira2 3 jam kemudian...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: ok dell, kita masi belom nentuin mo pergi kmana bsk&lt;br /&gt;D: chill aja lagi&lt;br /&gt;B (dengan random-nya): I KNOW! gimana kalo kita ke kidzania&lt;br /&gt;D (dengan tawa menggelegar): mana muat kamu ke kidzania&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(lalu muncul ide2 aneh lainnya seperti piknik, taman safari dan sebagainya)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;akhirnya 4 jam kemudian.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: aku uda cape mikir &lt;br /&gt;B: aku kebanyakan mikir, dan kamu gk bisa decide&lt;br /&gt;D: yauda mending aku yang mikir kamu yang decide&lt;br /&gt;B: gmn kalo kita nentuinnya bareng&lt;br /&gt;D: yauda jadi ada 3 option.&lt;br /&gt;    Paket A. Dufan &lt;br /&gt;    Paket B. Karoke di t-rex (mencakup: nonton di blitz + makan)&lt;br /&gt;    Paket C. Keliling Jakarta naik busway (rute: ratplaz - monas - museum - kota - ratplaz)&lt;br /&gt;B: yauda, dalam hitungan ketiga, kita bilang jawabannya. bareng.&lt;br /&gt;D: oke&lt;br /&gt;B: jgn lupa ngmg paket dulu ya&lt;br /&gt;D: oke oke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya setelah 4 jam berdiskusi, munculah jawaban yang bijak, yang tak lain adalah paket C.&lt;br /&gt;Pertamanya emang terdengar sedikit ngaco, but it turns out to be such a great plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paginya, kira2 jam 10 pagi gw bangun lalu les mandarin lalu makan pancake lalu berangkat. siang bolong, diawali dengan macetnya jakarta yang bikin pala mo pecah+nyasar-nya yg bikin lama. lalu akhirnya nyampe di parkiran ps dan terus nyebrang ke ratplaz buat beli dvd + nemenin baba yang "belom pernah ke ratplaz dan gak tau ratplaz dimana, tapi kemudian baru sadar kalo ratplaz ternyata ada di sebelah ps dan sering bgt dilewatin". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan mulailah petualangan paket C kita setelah naik busway depan ratplaz otw ke halte "monumen nasional". tell you what, buat adik2 yang belom pernah ke monas dan ingin melihat2 sekitar monas, disarankan bawa payung/topi/kipas atau lebih baik lagi kalo bawa skuter ato rollerblade ato sepeda juga ide yang bagus. monas = panas, gersang, apalagi di tengah teriknya sinar matahari jam 2 siang ala jakarta. &lt;br /&gt;Lalu sialnya, habis cape2 jalan kaki dari halte bis smpe masuk ke area monas, ternyata kita salah masuk entrance dan akhirnya gk jadi naik ke atas tugu monasnya. Habis itu akhirnya gw memutuskan buat foto2 aja di depan monas (at least entar klo gw uda tua gw bisa cerita ke anak gw, "liat ni mami dulu lagi muda nge-date nya ke monas. G40L khAnN??!!"), dan sialnya lagi, batre digicam gw abis. NICE. akhirnya dengan sedihnya gw foto pake bibijav gw yang minim kualitasnya (kamera 3mp)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habis foto sekitar 2 shots (i know, jauh2 ke monas cuman photo 2 kali. hahahahaha), leher pun mulai terasa seret. sambil jalan k taman monas, ada bapak2 nawarin aer minum. kira2 beginilah konvo nya (from baba's POV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bapak: minumnya dek... (sambil nyengir2)&lt;br /&gt;B: engga pak&lt;br /&gt;Bapak (mendadak aneh, dan ngmg dengan logat oriental gk jd): haiyaaa... lu tampang kaya gitu... ga mau beli aquaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and again, menurut baba bapaknya sedikit retard&lt;br /&gt;"bernardcahyadi says: (10:58:17 PM)&lt;br /&gt;eh ky ny jual aqua ny retard dikit deh&lt;br /&gt;bernardcahyadi says: (10:58:25 PM)&lt;br /&gt;soal ny dia kaya senyum2 pas nawarins sembari&lt;br /&gt;bernardcahyadi says: (10:58:29 PM)&lt;br /&gt;"HEEE... HEEEE..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buahahahahaha. Kira2 begitulah yang terjadi di monas. Lalu habis itu kita nyebrang ke museum nasional, masih dengan keadaan leher yang seret2 dan dehidrasi ditengah teriknya matahari jakarta. Dengan pedenya kita masuk k museumnya tanpa bayar tiket masuk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas2 penjaga museum: mas (atau pak atau dek, gw lupa), udah bayar tiket masuk belom ya?&lt;br /&gt;B: mas, bukannya disini ada yg jual minuman ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin uda saking ausnya, sampe org nanya ud byr tiket apa belom dijawabnya kyk gitu. ckkck.&lt;br /&gt;Habis itu kita bayar tiket, di sebelah lambang Rp. gw liat angka 7 lalu angka 5 disebelahnya. dalam hati gw "mo seneng di indonesia ternyata gak susah2 amat. dengan 7.500 uda bisa liat koteka dan kawan2). tapi ternyata dugaan gw salah! ternyata 0 nya hanya satu, alias 750. habis liat harganya gw tarik pikiran positif gw td, dan berubah menjadi perasaan iba 'kesian amat ya negara gw, masuk museum cuman 750. bayar parkir aja kagak cukup". dan ini pertama kalinya gw mengeluarkan duit sesedikit itu buat ngeliat sesuatu yang berguna (weitsssss, mentang2 br pulang dr museum, jiwa nasionalis pun masih membara2).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rtAd50CaO-s/SkECVm_EUZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/zyuF6bsIdUI/s1600-h/IMG00035-20090623-2304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rtAd50CaO-s/SkECVm_EUZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/zyuF6bsIdUI/s320/IMG00035-20090623-2304.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350560402558439826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kiranya sekitar jam 3&lt;/span&gt;, kita keluar dr museum nasional trs liat tukang siomay di sebelah halte bis. Perut pun agaknya mulai lapar, jadi kita makan siomay dan kemudian duduk di halte bis. mendadak gw serasa jadi galuh dan ratna. hahahahaha, kocak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habis itu, lanjut naik busway ke stasiun kota. Mulai dr halte monas, naik busway pun uda mulai terasa kurang menyenangkan. perjalanan dari halte yg ini mulai terasa HARUM dan semerbak. parfum gratis yang sedikit bikin.... ehmm, mabok? hahahahahahaa. malah penuh dan berdesak2an kyk ikan asin. ditambah dengan ketek2 orang yang saling bertabrakan dan beradu satu dengan yang lainnya. sempet2nya lagi orang yang duduk bisa tidur dengan pulesnya. hahahhahahaha. but that's the beauty of public transportation in jakarta, rite? right. kalo belom kyk gitu brati lu belom naek busway yang sebenarnya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Stgh 4&lt;/span&gt;, nyampe di stasiun kota (atau kata supirnya baba: BEOS) lalu kita ke kota tua. hbs itu kita ke kafe batavia, demi apa? demi "buang limbah" atau *cough* b.a.b. gak disangka, wc nya bagus dan pw pula. bahkan gw bisa nongkrong disitu sambil ngaca dan dengerin ipod. buaahahaa. hbs itu td nya kita mo naik sepeda, tapi gk jadi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jam stgh 6&lt;/span&gt;, karena uda terlalu males naik busway, akhirnya kita manggil taksi, trs turun di ps, lalu makan pepper lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was the end of the day. Hahahhahaha. Menarik bukan? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: HAPPY HOLIDAY EVERYONE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973433107657327332-4436886601811704890?l=diaryohdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4436886601811704890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973433107657327332&amp;postID=4436886601811704890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973433107657327332/posts/default/4436886601811704890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973433107657327332/posts/default/4436886601811704890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/2009/06/paket-c.html' title='PAKET C'/><author><name>della24o8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973949352157059760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rtAd50CaO-s/SYWJknIPa-I/AAAAAAAAABk/8Pxnx3xj7iQ/S220/n582981672_1826526_3104.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rtAd50CaO-s/SkECVm_EUZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/zyuF6bsIdUI/s72-c/IMG00035-20090623-2304.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973433107657327332.post-5571808625497802916</id><published>2009-05-23T22:42:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T23:00:36.255+07:00</updated><title type='text'>let's practice active sentences..</title><content type='html'>So here i am, about 34 hours before exam starts. i've been staring at my binder, and previous essay papers (that i think are something that i shud be ashamed of), trying to absorb every words written there. then suddenly i remembered about using active sentence rather than passive sentence. unfortunately, i had a tendency to write using passive sentence, such as: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"In this case, 'Prestige' wanted to suggest their customers that it is fine to bother others by using their product."&lt;/span&gt; where it supposed to be, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"In this case, 'Prestige' suggests that it is fine to bother others by using their product."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, now i'm freaking out. helpppp :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973433107657327332-5571808625497802916?l=diaryohdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5571808625497802916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973433107657327332&amp;postID=5571808625497802916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973433107657327332/posts/default/5571808625497802916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973433107657327332/posts/default/5571808625497802916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/2009/05/lets-practice-active-sentences.html' title='let&apos;s practice active sentences..'/><author><name>della24o8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973949352157059760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rtAd50CaO-s/SYWJknIPa-I/AAAAAAAAABk/8Pxnx3xj7iQ/S220/n582981672_1826526_3104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973433107657327332.post-408428017387154732</id><published>2009-04-21T20:53:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T21:31:33.525+07:00</updated><title type='text'>can you find the cure?</title><content type='html'>what if you cant get your plan done cuz of ur driver caught a dengue fever for a month? what if you cant get ur cas evidence printed since ur sister broke the printer? what if you cant find your black cardigan and so u freeze to death while watching boring videos in english class? what if you got your bangs CUT by your p.e teacher while u'll be a candlegirl for ur friend's bday a week after? what if your FRIEND or so called "best friend" turns out to be someone different and pathetically ignoring you for no reason? what if what if things do not turn out as it supposed to be? i think i'm gonna die...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately i'm still living. surviving in this cold, ruined planet. shivering from the breeze of hatred heart. blah blah blah. i just found out lately, especially in this particular week, that i might just ignored 'what if' and just let it be. too much think wont help either, so why waste ur time thinking for some unreasonable reason. it's just doesnt make any sense. just lyk syllogism ( which we  just studied this week, and which turned to be a joke for the whole class instead of processing it to be a useful knowledge ) which for me just doesnt make any sense ( or it cud be that the example is kinda stupid ). like: &lt;br /&gt;1. All teachers are tacos&lt;br /&gt;2. Mr. Wright is a taco&lt;br /&gt;3. Therefore, Mr. Wright is a teacher! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the slide appeared for the first time, i paused for seconds and read through the line. and 5 seconds later i was like, " what? ". why teachers would want to compare themselves with taco? and this quote just made my monday. me and irdam were laughing lyk hell till i cried. i just realized that i was so easy to find things funny (even by looking at smone's face) since a week ago. but it felt really really good. hahahhhahah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all, i think my life is not that bad anyway. i still had friends to laugh with, and to share ride with, and to scold at, and to share cool videos with, and to hv skype convo with (whom disappoint me for walking away and 'ignoring' my phone calls) and to be my tennis partner, and to be my timetable, etc. i laff ya'll &lt;3 &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973433107657327332-408428017387154732?l=diaryohdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/408428017387154732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973433107657327332&amp;postID=408428017387154732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973433107657327332/posts/default/408428017387154732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973433107657327332/posts/default/408428017387154732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/can-you-find-cure.html' title='can you find the cure?'/><author><name>della24o8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973949352157059760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rtAd50CaO-s/SYWJknIPa-I/AAAAAAAAABk/8Pxnx3xj7iQ/S220/n582981672_1826526_3104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973433107657327332.post-3375090035233569809</id><published>2009-04-16T21:51:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T22:13:22.587+07:00</updated><title type='text'>free writing</title><content type='html'>lately i've been thinking that free writing is such a fun activity, when no one asked u to do it. well, mr joel did tell us to do some but it turned out to be 'not that fun'. now i hv nothing to do (well actually i had plenty to do) so here goes my free writing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week i feel like my life is a total monotone. i feel robotic in such a way. wake up, school, tutor, sleep, and repeat. i realized that there's something missing, and im tryin to figure out what that is. and i'm actually glad that i catch flu so that i could sleep earlier than usual. i just wanna skip this week and fastforward to May. Ivy will celebrate her legal year. can't wait to hv my normal weekend back, after trapped for 'i dunno how long' boring weekends. my guess, i'll hv another boring weekend this week, since my driver hvnt recovered from his dengue fever, and my other friends will spend their weekend doing their art project. -.-'. i guess my only friend will be my dvds. thnk god i still had a few chapters of 'basketball fire' to finish. gotta save the best for the last....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973433107657327332-3375090035233569809?l=diaryohdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3375090035233569809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973433107657327332&amp;postID=3375090035233569809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973433107657327332/posts/default/3375090035233569809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973433107657327332/posts/default/3375090035233569809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/free-writing.html' title='free writing'/><author><name>della24o8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973949352157059760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rtAd50CaO-s/SYWJknIPa-I/AAAAAAAAABk/8Pxnx3xj7iQ/S220/n582981672_1826526_3104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973433107657327332.post-3437573120333438625</id><published>2009-03-06T19:42:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T20:26:20.200+07:00</updated><title type='text'>march = owwwyeaahhh</title><content type='html'>assessments are done, tasks are completed, party it is! march is incredibly hectic and FUN. tomorrow's gonna swim in the island, celebrating mell's legal year. fun fun. hoping the sun will still awake for a couple of days. i'm sick of rainy days, and craving for more sunlight (tho i'm avoiding afternoon's sunlight which will eventually cause permanent tan). anyway, its gonna be a blast. just pray for the sunlight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, i forgot to mention the Cilincing exposure. hahahhhaa. uhmm, that was fun, and... (hate to say this, but it's a fact) smelly too. the place was full with trashes from the sea, not to mention the goat's shit. it's a real shit (poop) of goats. ivan was almost vomiting, but thank God he didnt. the only fun part was the shells' waste that lies on the ground. it has this crackling sound when u step into it. i felt like playin ddr (dancedancerevolution). and the other fun part was the photo session. we went to this spot where u can see blue sky and rolling waves just lyke wat u see in bali. but unfortunately, it only occurs when u shoot it above the ground. the ground (again, with full of goats' shit and trashes) was so not lyke what u saw in bali, even a bit (except for the part that they had sands too). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i remember there was this boy, who 'accidentally' occurs when we first hit the spot. i thought he was the tour guide or something. but it turns out that he's only a lost boy who cant find way back home. and he begged to ivan and all the other boys to accompany him (well he's only twelve), but no one can. so finally he was accompanied by one of the fishermen. it's kinda sad to know that he actually had problem with his heart (jantung). and he had very bad habits, which made him stuck in first grade at the age of twelve. you gotta behave, boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, the trip was fun (as we can see the other side on Jakarta in a different way :p), i'm longing for more of it, but perhaps in different locations. but going back to Cilincing will be okay, i guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973433107657327332-3437573120333438625?l=diaryohdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3437573120333438625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973433107657327332&amp;postID=3437573120333438625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973433107657327332/posts/default/3437573120333438625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973433107657327332/posts/default/3437573120333438625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-owwwyeaahhh.html' title='march = owwwyeaahhh'/><author><name>della24o8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973949352157059760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rtAd50CaO-s/SYWJknIPa-I/AAAAAAAAABk/8Pxnx3xj7iQ/S220/n582981672_1826526_3104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973433107657327332.post-642040424472935001</id><published>2009-03-01T21:12:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T21:36:55.181+07:00</updated><title type='text'>MARLEY &amp; ME</title><content type='html'>it was sooooooo saddddd! i cried when marley died. my mom too. she was like "kesian bgt ya anjing nya" even when we were eating at foodcourt. she said she remembered her old doggie named "lessie" or "laycie" or whatever (she named it after the trendy dog movie). but it was truly touching. and it made me don't wanna hav a dog, even more. cuz when he/she die u'll cry over him/her soo badly. (talking to ichel: or in your case, if she lost)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohyea, this afternoon i had a lunch wit my grandma from dad's side. since a couple years ago she kept forgetting things. she barely remembers her recent life, but the older one never forgotten. the last time i met her (chinese new year), she still remembered my mom and dad and my brother. but she forgot me and my sister (and my other cousins). but just this afternoon, she already forgot my mom and brother. it was so quick. old life might be nice. but as you get older and older, it won't be as nice as when you were young. thank God i'm 16. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmorrow gonna hv an english test. wish me luck! let's go back to work and...... publish post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973433107657327332-642040424472935001?l=diaryohdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/642040424472935001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973433107657327332&amp;postID=642040424472935001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973433107657327332/posts/default/642040424472935001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973433107657327332/posts/default/642040424472935001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/2009/03/marley-me.html' title='MARLEY &amp; ME'/><author><name>della24o8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973949352157059760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rtAd50CaO-s/SYWJknIPa-I/AAAAAAAAABk/8Pxnx3xj7iQ/S220/n582981672_1826526_3104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973433107657327332.post-6265778108959552943</id><published>2009-02-25T23:01:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T23:33:53.865+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cockroach'/><title type='text'>today is so exhausting</title><content type='html'>after a short school period today, i still feel tired after all. today we had a math assessment, which did not turn out to be that easy as what mrjaq had said. well the revision helped, a lot.. but still i cudnt do any better for the assessment. i'm positive that my mark won't reach more than a solid 6. or even 5. this is such a mental breakdown. sadddd..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but after school was so much better. i had "misa rabu abu", then chem tuition, then i went to ta with fenny and julian. we had a couple snapshots in timezone's photobox and i love the wind effect. hahahaha. jul, u hv to pay no matter what. for the closure we wnt to sour sally (this time i bought the plain yoghurt without topping cuz i was running out of money) and chewy junior (hell expensive, but its nice tho). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a couple of hours ago was even better. me my sister and my bro, just killed a cockroach. and by that moment, i just realized how sadistic she (i mean my sister) is. she wouldnt let the cockroach move or breath, even a bit. i think she's a Roger, and im definitely the littluns (of cors, i was just recording by the time. and watching too with huge enthusiasm. hahaha). but finally after it (the cockroach) stayed still for a few seconds on the floor, i buried it to the place where it belongs. the trash bin. its not a dark irony, its just a reality. it sounds mean, but who cares when u had a cockroach running around ur dining room. and i think it tried to steal my peanuts, too, the tasty one! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a day... been so tired and sleepy since the beginning of eng class. that business documentary sure creeps me out, but i didnt fully pay attention to it, cuz the men were half babbling, and the air con was perfect. not too hot, not too cold. it was just a perfect moment to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now its 23:33. and i need some sleep. bye byeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973433107657327332-6265778108959552943?l=diaryohdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6265778108959552943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973433107657327332&amp;postID=6265778108959552943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973433107657327332/posts/default/6265778108959552943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973433107657327332/posts/default/6265778108959552943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/2009/02/today-is-so-exhausting.html' title='today is so exhausting'/><author><name>della24o8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973949352157059760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rtAd50CaO-s/SYWJknIPa-I/AAAAAAAAABk/8Pxnx3xj7iQ/S220/n582981672_1826526_3104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973433107657327332.post-8134305694465899908</id><published>2009-02-21T00:03:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T00:12:05.238+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TOK Essay - Checked&lt;br /&gt;DVD marathon - Checked&lt;br /&gt;Chem Homwork - Checked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some left,, &lt;br /&gt;- Finishing novel for EE&lt;br /&gt;- CAS Reflections&lt;br /&gt;- Chem Research&lt;br /&gt;- LOTF Pop Quiz (tho i rather to call it "unpop quiz" since mr joel told us that there will be a pop quiz, which turns out to be not so surprising)&lt;br /&gt;- supposed there must b something left. cant remember. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh, gtg to the washroom, for some medical stuff (wink)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973433107657327332-8134305694465899908?l=diaryohdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8134305694465899908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973433107657327332&amp;postID=8134305694465899908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973433107657327332/posts/default/8134305694465899908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973433107657327332/posts/default/8134305694465899908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/2009/02/tok-essay-checked-dvd-marathon-checked.html' title=''/><author><name>della24o8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973949352157059760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rtAd50CaO-s/SYWJknIPa-I/AAAAAAAAABk/8Pxnx3xj7iQ/S220/n582981672_1826526_3104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973433107657327332.post-992765290447605181</id><published>2009-02-18T20:58:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T21:08:40.306+07:00</updated><title type='text'>BETEEE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HATING THAILAND TRIP! srry mr loyd, but it is not you that i hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973433107657327332-992765290447605181?l=diaryohdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/992765290447605181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973433107657327332&amp;postID=992765290447605181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973433107657327332/posts/default/992765290447605181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973433107657327332/posts/default/992765290447605181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/2009/02/beteee.html' title='BETEEE!'/><author><name>della24o8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973949352157059760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rtAd50CaO-s/SYWJknIPa-I/AAAAAAAAABk/8Pxnx3xj7iQ/S220/n582981672_1826526_3104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973433107657327332.post-1406141699511347691</id><published>2009-02-15T17:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T17:45:23.104+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentine'/><title type='text'>Valentine 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love."&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;~Albert Einstein.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahhaha, even Einstein had a valentine quote. So now i wanna make one too,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Don't spend your valentine anywhere outside your house, unless you have a date."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;~Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, i spent my valentine dinner with my family in "The Duck King", Senayan City after waiting for 1 1/2 hours queue (dammit). Trust me, it was the best duck i've ever tasted in my entire life (duhhh, we were effin hungry). Why ppl celebrated valentine in duck king? Even the food court flooded by ppl. But anyway, the day was alrite. We had a slumber party at mell's, after her "not-so-surprised 17th birthday party". Hehe. That was fun, and we did play games too. But I cudnt sleep bcos the air cond just waaay too cold (and now i catch the flu). &lt;br /&gt;Shoutin: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MELL! WE LOVE YA *lovelove*. And Happy Valentine tooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta do my ee task and read novels. byeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973433107657327332-1406141699511347691?l=diaryohdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1406141699511347691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973433107657327332&amp;postID=1406141699511347691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973433107657327332/posts/default/1406141699511347691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973433107657327332/posts/default/1406141699511347691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentine-2009.html' title='Valentine 2009'/><author><name>della24o8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973949352157059760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rtAd50CaO-s/SYWJknIPa-I/AAAAAAAAABk/8Pxnx3xj7iQ/S220/n582981672_1826526_3104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973433107657327332.post-5254477736908398158</id><published>2009-02-12T20:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T21:23:53.231+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mood Swing</title><content type='html'>Mood swing: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A rapid and extreme changing in mood, from excessively happy to desperately miserable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda weird for me for having such a mood swing today, because i barely experienced it before. Well, only for some certain events, especially when i lost my things. it really gets on my nerves. But today it didn't count. My mouth just wanted to spill things by itself, and it actually felt good. buahahaha. But i bet it won't happen tomorrow, it just doesn't feel right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the cheesiest: "Sa, surga gak akan jadi surga kalo gak ada kamu" -.-'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973433107657327332-5254477736908398158?l=diaryohdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5254477736908398158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973433107657327332&amp;postID=5254477736908398158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973433107657327332/posts/default/5254477736908398158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973433107657327332/posts/default/5254477736908398158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/2009/02/mood-swing.html' title='Mood Swing'/><author><name>della24o8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973949352157059760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rtAd50CaO-s/SYWJknIPa-I/AAAAAAAAABk/8Pxnx3xj7iQ/S220/n582981672_1826526_3104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973433107657327332.post-4027785074117237031</id><published>2009-02-11T22:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T22:35:42.746+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Miss Sunshine</title><content type='html'>LAME! I know. But it's just getting so annoying to realize that everyone's talking about this movie when it comes to a question, "What is your favorite movie?", and so on. And sadly, I've never seen this movie before. So I decided to watch it this night, and it was soooo nice and sad, though i hate to see the grandpa died (he's such a nice grandpa). And i love Dwayne, although he looked desperately emo and so on (is it me, or he does look like alex evans?)&lt;br /&gt;And now it's five minutes already, and... oh the buffering is done. gotta continue watchin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, do you see any background picture in this blog? Cause it's supposed to be there, but i can't see any. Hell, am i suppose to change the layout again? AGAIN? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973433107657327332-4027785074117237031?l=diaryohdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4027785074117237031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973433107657327332&amp;postID=4027785074117237031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973433107657327332/posts/default/4027785074117237031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973433107657327332/posts/default/4027785074117237031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/2009/02/little-miss-sunshine.html' title='Little Miss Sunshine'/><author><name>della24o8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973949352157059760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rtAd50CaO-s/SYWJknIPa-I/AAAAAAAAABk/8Pxnx3xj7iQ/S220/n582981672_1826526_3104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973433107657327332.post-7853194165922422676</id><published>2009-02-10T21:22:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T22:37:35.204+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='afternoon nap'/><title type='text'>my afternoon nap</title><content type='html'>Well, as we started school in the beginning of february ( a month full of raindrops with breezy wind, and grey clouds ), i started to build a habit of having an afternoon nap. a really pleasant afternoon nap along with my bro's fav tv show (which is obviously 'Blazing Teen, the yoyo team') lingering inside our living room. But then it was no longer a habit, ever since i read JACK BARAKAT'S NO ANTIDOTE FAN FICTION, which is frikin addictive, yet supporting my inner nature for being unproductive. I spent my second monday of february browsing videos and videos and videos. And my unproductive days remain until... today. Which is not necessarily 'unproductive' since i did my super annoying math investigation after all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, gotta stop blogging or else i will stuck in this hollow of unproductive-ness foreverrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973433107657327332-7853194165922422676?l=diaryohdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7853194165922422676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973433107657327332&amp;postID=7853194165922422676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973433107657327332/posts/default/7853194165922422676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973433107657327332/posts/default/7853194165922422676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-afternoon-nap.html' title='my afternoon nap'/><author><name>della24o8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973949352157059760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rtAd50CaO-s/SYWJknIPa-I/AAAAAAAAABk/8Pxnx3xj7iQ/S220/n582981672_1826526_3104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973433107657327332.post-4766199061623143134</id><published>2009-02-07T00:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T00:33:49.822+07:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Random Random Things</title><content type='html'>1. i lost 3 items today&lt;br /&gt;2. which are: my 'woman at point zero' (thankyou garren), my jav, and something i barely remember&lt;br /&gt;3. and i found em all :)&lt;br /&gt;4. today is my first time watching in cinema since the beginning of '09&lt;br /&gt;5. i kno rite, it's pathetic&lt;br /&gt;6. 'one big sugar rush, suck me in, suck me in,..." (humming) *cant remember the lyric*&lt;br /&gt;7. my zodiac says "akan ada yang membuat hati kamu berbunga2 pd tanggal 6 februari"&lt;br /&gt;8. in fact, there's nothing interesting today, let alone "membuat hati berbunga2"&lt;br /&gt;9. still cant believe my bb was stolen by yongken (talk to yongken: "how dare you? uda bosen idup yong? -.-'") &lt;br /&gt;10. then i scratched him til it bleeds (tho my nails were harmless. i think :p)&lt;br /&gt;11. i enjoy having an afternoon nap ever since the beginning of february&lt;br /&gt;12. gilaa, there are still 13 points left&lt;br /&gt;13. the cikunguya fever sure creeps me out&lt;br /&gt;14. and now i'm an official mosquito-hater. &lt;br /&gt;15. you guys hv to watch benjamin button. i guarantee u wont regret&lt;br /&gt;16. why benjamin button? first, it's brad pitt. second, you can see the mini version of brad pitt. third, it's a nice story. &lt;br /&gt;17. why not benjamin button? first, it's a 2 and a half hours movie. second, sitting that long will surely hurt your butt. third, the old version of brad pitt is horrible.&lt;br /&gt;18. anyway just watch it, seriously. &lt;br /&gt;19. why brendon doesnt hav a twitter account???&lt;br /&gt;20. rainy days make my digesting system works better (you know why.)&lt;br /&gt;21. i've been sleeping w/out air-cond for a week&lt;br /&gt;22. i wanna hav my own KTP&lt;br /&gt;23. i wanna watch bride wars!!!! (someone please accompany me T.T)&lt;br /&gt;24. i gotta go&lt;br /&gt;25. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973433107657327332-4766199061623143134?l=diaryohdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4766199061623143134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973433107657327332&amp;postID=4766199061623143134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973433107657327332/posts/default/4766199061623143134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973433107657327332/posts/default/4766199061623143134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/2009/02/25-random-random-things.html' title='25 Random Random Things'/><author><name>della24o8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973949352157059760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rtAd50CaO-s/SYWJknIPa-I/AAAAAAAAABk/8Pxnx3xj7iQ/S220/n582981672_1826526_3104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973433107657327332.post-4787636170619696707</id><published>2008-12-25T00:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T00:10:15.053+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas greetings!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A giant christmas tree won't be enough without a forgiving heart. let this upcoming year opens our mature soul and may i say 'merry christmas everyone'. della:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty sure you've received this message before reading this post. for those who hvnt, i hope it's not too late to greet you here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas quote of the year &lt;b&gt;"let us forgive and forget"&lt;/b&gt;. easy to say, huh? but i bet it won't be easy to do. but anyway, that was the first quote popped in my mind. or maybe there were just too much hatred this year? hahahahahaha. but who knows what will happen tomorrow, &lt;i&gt;"because yesterday was history, tomorrow is mystery, but today is a gift. that's why they called it present" the most memorable quote i've ever heard from the legendary Kungfu Panda&lt;/i&gt;. wow, i am such a wise person. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973433107657327332-4787636170619696707?l=diaryohdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4787636170619696707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973433107657327332&amp;postID=4787636170619696707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973433107657327332/posts/default/4787636170619696707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973433107657327332/posts/default/4787636170619696707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-greetings.html' title='Christmas greetings!'/><author><name>della24o8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973949352157059760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rtAd50CaO-s/SYWJknIPa-I/AAAAAAAAABk/8Pxnx3xj7iQ/S220/n582981672_1826526_3104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973433107657327332.post-4855637815386207551</id><published>2008-12-23T21:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T21:58:41.758+07:00</updated><title type='text'>sick of being sick</title><content type='html'>aaaaahhh, cant believe today is 23rd of dec, which means 2 days to go until christmas, and 19 days to go til school starts, which also means my fifth day of living in the dungeon of boredom. christmas eve supposed to be fun isnt it? well, for the past few days, i've been spending time with my mother's side of family in puncak. it did work and quite fun actually. sitting on my fav couch with blanket and tv in front of me, and of course, watching sinetron. late at night, we went outside to breath some air and find something to eat. but not until i caught the flu, and mom decided to stay there for one more night. oh well, i guessed i hv to skip waterbom this time, beside, this flu won't cooperate either. so then, i tried to drag my lazy ass off the couch, but as usual, i cant. but the good thing is, i finally managed to read two chapters of 'Lord of the Flies', which is about 50 pages long. not bad, huh? well, right now i cant think of anything interesting except wondering what are my other friends doing right now in the football field. well, i supposed to join them right now, but i cancelled since my flu is not getting any better. aarrgghhh. screw puncak and cold weather. i couldnt stand cold weather since i was young, let alone staying up in the hills for nights. anyway, this is my first entry i post using my darling macbook :).... and whoops, we're running out of batteries. well then, we'll see you in the next post. caoooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973433107657327332-4855637815386207551?l=diaryohdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4855637815386207551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973433107657327332&amp;postID=4855637815386207551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973433107657327332/posts/default/4855637815386207551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973433107657327332/posts/default/4855637815386207551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-sick-for-being-sick.html' title='sick of being sick'/><author><name>della24o8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973949352157059760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rtAd50CaO-s/SYWJknIPa-I/AAAAAAAAABk/8Pxnx3xj7iQ/S220/n582981672_1826526_3104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973433107657327332.post-3119021676870492506</id><published>2008-12-18T02:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T02:54:51.441+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Christmas Gift for My MacBook</title><content type='html'>DEFINITELY THE WINNER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A perfectly SEETHRU SATIN CASE FOR MY ALUMINUM MACBOOK 13-INCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.speckproducts.com/files/images/19833-full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 330px; height: 244px;" src="http://www.speckproducts.com/files/images/19833-full.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.speckproducts.com/files/images/20024-full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 330px; height: 244px;" src="http://www.speckproducts.com/files/images/20024-full.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a248.e.akamai.net/7/248/2041/1492/as-images.apple.com/is/image/AppleInc/TV173_AV1?wid=185&amp;hei=185&amp;fmt=jpeg&amp;qlt=95&amp;op_sharpen=0&amp;resMode=bicub&amp;op_usm=0.5,0.5,0,0&amp;iccEmbed=0&amp;layer=comp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 185px; height: 185px;" src="http://a248.e.akamai.net/7/248/2041/1492/as-images.apple.com/is/image/AppleInc/TV173_AV1?wid=185&amp;hei=185&amp;fmt=jpeg&amp;qlt=95&amp;op_sharpen=0&amp;resMode=bicub&amp;op_usm=0.5,0.5,0,0&amp;iccEmbed=0&amp;layer=comp" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a248.e.akamai.net/7/248/2041/1492/as-images.apple.com/is/image/AppleInc/TV173?wid=326&amp;hei=326&amp;fmt=jpeg&amp;qlt=95&amp;op_sharpen=0&amp;resMode=bicub&amp;op_usm=0.5,0.5,0,0&amp;iccEmbed=0&amp;layer=comp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 326px; height: 326px;" src="http://a248.e.akamai.net/7/248/2041/1492/as-images.apple.com/is/image/AppleInc/TV173?wid=326&amp;hei=326&amp;fmt=jpeg&amp;qlt=95&amp;op_sharpen=0&amp;resMode=bicub&amp;op_usm=0.5,0.5,0,0&amp;iccEmbed=0&amp;layer=comp" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW, HOW COOL IS THAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you guys shud see the video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZlF_KVxkLMI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973433107657327332-3119021676870492506?l=diaryohdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3119021676870492506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973433107657327332&amp;postID=3119021676870492506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973433107657327332/posts/default/3119021676870492506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973433107657327332/posts/default/3119021676870492506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/2008/12/little-christmas-gift-for-my-macbook.html' title='A Little Christmas Gift for My MacBook'/><author><name>della24o8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973949352157059760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rtAd50CaO-s/SYWJknIPa-I/AAAAAAAAABk/8Pxnx3xj7iQ/S220/n582981672_1826526_3104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973433107657327332.post-7582140175755886535</id><published>2008-12-08T00:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T01:42:08.552+07:00</updated><title type='text'>TAGGED!</title><content type='html'>i was tagged by ICHEL, and honestly i dont know what it is. &lt;br /&gt;But anyway, it's sunday night (or morning i guess), and tomorrow there's no more school, and julian + ichel were babbling about art via my skype and my handphone. So, seems like this "taggie" is the best option i get. Lets go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer the questions below, do a Google image search with your answer, take a&lt;br /&gt;picture from the first page of results, and do it with minimal words of&lt;br /&gt;explanation.Tag 5 other people to do the same once you've finished answering every question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The age you'll be your next birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hiskohulsing.com/images/seventeen_poster_2004.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 375px; height: 614px;" src="http://www.hiskohulsing.com/images/seventeen_poster_2004.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;creepy picture, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A place you'd like to travel to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://encyclopedia.smokersclub.com/images/hawaii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 752px; height: 500px;" src="http://encyclopedia.smokersclub.com/images/hawaii.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's hawaii, not anyer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your favourite place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://japanesestuff.net/toilets/japan%20toilet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 398px; height: 333px;" src="http://japanesestuff.net/toilets/japan%20toilet.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, i miss those japanese toilets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You're favourite food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.casinosnob.com/archives/pictures/hamburger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 398px; height: 302px;" src="http://www.casinosnob.com/archives/pictures/hamburger.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all time fav food, and current possession...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3097/2634501524_be09b65e89.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 375px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3097/2634501524_be09b65e89.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My favourite pet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thereddragonhood.com/images/rabbit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 517px;" src="http://www.thereddragonhood.com/images/rabbit.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Your favourite colour combination&lt;br /&gt;cant find the proper picture. but BLUE, ORANGE, and YELLOW would be the perfect combination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your favourite piece of clothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://g-images.amazon.com/images/G/01/Shopbop/media/images/products/earne/earne1002214184/earne1002214184_347x683f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 347px; height: 683px;" src="http://g-images.amazon.com/images/G/01/Shopbop/media/images/products/earne/earne1002214184/earne1002214184_347x683f.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&amp;size=l&amp;tid=739711"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&amp;size=l&amp;tid=739711" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.kaboodle.com/hi/img/2/0/0/8d/4/AAAAAilI9-kAAAAAAI1I2A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://www.kaboodle.com/hi/img/2/0/0/8d/4/AAAAAilI9-kAAAAAAI1I2A.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Your favourite all time song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://betterpropaganda.com/images/artwork/Hours-Funeral_For_A_Friend_480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 477px;" src="http://betterpropaganda.com/images/artwork/Hours-Funeral_For_A_Friend_480.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HISTORY - FUNERAL FOR A FRIEND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Your all time favourite TV show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://prettyprincessblog.com/PrettyPictures/PrettyPrincess/GossipGirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://prettyprincessblog.com/PrettyPictures/PrettyPrincess/GossipGirl.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. First name of your significant other/crush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.africanmoviesdirect.com/images/NO%20ONE%20BUT%20YOU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.africanmoviesdirect.com/images/NO%20ONE%20BUT%20YOU.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. The town in which you live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://crholidays.net/JakartaNationalMonument.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 864px; height: 1286px;" src="http://crholidays.net/JakartaNationalMonument.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAKARTA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Your first job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.uvevents.org/images/Kumon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 1728px; height: 864px;" src="http://www.uvevents.org/images/Kumon.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simple right? a KUMON TEACHER! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Your dream job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://celebritybabies.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/02/28/islafishercbbjpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 1200px;" src="http://celebritybabies.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/02/28/islafishercbbjpg.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A RICH MOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. A bad habit you have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www1.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/83416/2/istockphoto_83416_the_nose_pick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 380px;" src="http://www1.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/83416/2/istockphoto_83416_the_nose_pick.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRUST ME! This won't happen, again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Your worst fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.scubarecords.com/images/NunoGomesWorldScubaDepthRecordUnderwater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 472px; height: 354px;" src="http://www.scubarecords.com/images/NunoGomesWorldScubaDepthRecordUnderwater.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BATHOPHOBIA = An abnormal and persistent fear of depths. Sufferers from bathophobia experience anxiety even though they realize they are safe from falling into or being consumed by depths. The feared object may be a long, dark hallway, a well or a deep pool or lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. The one thing you'd like to do before you die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.treaclewebs.co.uk/kasamba/isabelle/married.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 338px; height: 500px;" src="http://www.treaclewebs.co.uk/kasamba/isabelle/married.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. The first thing you'll buy if you get $1000000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.usagold.com/images/gold-coins-images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.usagold.com/images/gold-coins-images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then, i could sell it over and over and over again! hell yeah, who knows $1000000 could turn to $15000000? BUAHAHAHHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973433107657327332-7582140175755886535?l=diaryohdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7582140175755886535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973433107657327332&amp;postID=7582140175755886535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973433107657327332/posts/default/7582140175755886535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973433107657327332/posts/default/7582140175755886535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/2008/12/tagged.html' title='TAGGED!'/><author><name>della24o8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973949352157059760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rtAd50CaO-s/SYWJknIPa-I/AAAAAAAAABk/8Pxnx3xj7iQ/S220/n582981672_1826526_3104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973433107657327332.post-6510614736257310291</id><published>2008-10-12T15:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T21:50:32.027+07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lebaran break'/><title type='text'>Lebaran break</title><content type='html'>Nooooooo, lebaran break will be over soon! I'm counting, and an hour just passed like a minute. Ugghh, I need some more leisure time, and my twelve hours' sleep. Lebaran break was such a good life, and trust me it's healthy. Get up at 11, yawning till 12, lunch at 1, online till 4, then hav a shower, then continue playing with doodle (she's my dear friend from pet society) till 7, then dinner. After dinner i hv my hotline back online, but since Ian went to Korea, Ichel replaced the spot, instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from hving those days, I've spent my lebaran break visiting my grandpa, practicing driving his old 90's Kijang. Well, I'm getting good at it, and I've drive around his neighborhood area. Oh, and I've learned the "U" turn and "L" turn too. Muahaha, can't wait to hv my own driving license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best thing about lebaran break is, going mall to mall. I wish the traffic could stay like that forever. There was this day where I went out with Ichel and my old school mate and his friend. We planned to hav a meal near our house at first, but then we decided to hv it on another place, since there is no traffic. So we made up our mind, and decide to hv dinner in Pluit (my house is in Puri Indah btw). 15 minutes is all it takes to reach there, then we choose the Glass House. We were full at the time, so we ordered beverages for each one of us. And thanks to the mosquitos (we were sitting outdoor and there were plants there), for making our legs itchy, then decides to hv dinner on another different place. Sitting in the car, we plan to go to FX mall. After we arrive, my old school friend drive to the basement, looking for parking spot. The basement was crowded, so he said, "Why dont we just go to ps?". I said no because i was wearing flip-flops (how could i possibly go to ps wearing flip-flops?). But the other insist, so yeah, we went to ps. Thank God ps has a bigger parking lot, so it was easier to find parking spot there. We all went to the toilet after arriving at ps' entrance. Then, we looked for something to eat. But unfortunately, we couldnt find anything there, so we decided to look for &lt;b&gt;another&lt;/b&gt; place to eat. So Senayan City it is! We looked for another parking spot, and found one. Before we ate, I decided to go to Guardian/Century, I forgot, to buy an anti-pimple gel. Then we spent some time, accompanying my old school mate looking for a black sweater. He found one, and after that, finally, we found something to eat. We ate at spageddies. And I ordered this spaghetti with olive oil and vegetables and chicken slices. Never ate spaghetti with veggie before, but it was nice, tasty. Hahaha. What a trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what can I say? Lebaran break is over. Face it, and we're waiting for the next holiday break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973433107657327332-6510614736257310291?l=diaryohdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6510614736257310291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973433107657327332&amp;postID=6510614736257310291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973433107657327332/posts/default/6510614736257310291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973433107657327332/posts/default/6510614736257310291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/2008/10/lebaran-break.html' title='Lebaran break'/><author><name>della24o8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973949352157059760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rtAd50CaO-s/SYWJknIPa-I/AAAAAAAAABk/8Pxnx3xj7iQ/S220/n582981672_1826526_3104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973433107657327332.post-4365831926848999416</id><published>2008-09-02T23:07:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T23:18:33.700+07:00</updated><title type='text'>cheer up boys!</title><content type='html'>Hari ini ada uniform checking pas grade level assembly. As always, murid *cowo* yang rambutnya tergolong berjambang dan gondrong di mata Mr. P (baca: Peter), berhak mendapatkan fasilitas 'nyalon gratis' ala Ms. Alma. Pokoknya hasilnya ok dah. Dijamin jadi ganteng dan imut. Mau contoh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ini dia Julian &lt;i&gt;before nyalon gratis&lt;/i&gt; dan &lt;i&gt;after nyalon gratis&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rtAd50CaO-s/SL1mpov0YXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_45aNojKFQ0/s1600-h/n1274783189_19321_4125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rtAd50CaO-s/SL1mpov0YXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_45aNojKFQ0/s320/n1274783189_19321_4125.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241458406827778418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rtAd50CaO-s/SL1mph8PSiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PxE_bGwRYQw/s1600-h/jul%27s+new+haircut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rtAd50CaO-s/SL1mph8PSiI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PxE_bGwRYQw/s320/jul%27s+new+haircut.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241458405000825378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok kan? hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973433107657327332-4365831926848999416?l=diaryohdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4365831926848999416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973433107657327332&amp;postID=4365831926848999416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973433107657327332/posts/default/4365831926848999416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973433107657327332/posts/default/4365831926848999416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/2008/09/cheer-up-boys.html' title='cheer up boys!'/><author><name>della24o8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973949352157059760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rtAd50CaO-s/SYWJknIPa-I/AAAAAAAAABk/8Pxnx3xj7iQ/S220/n582981672_1826526_3104.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rtAd50CaO-s/SL1mpov0YXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_45aNojKFQ0/s72-c/n1274783189_19321_4125.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973433107657327332.post-437092096990493460</id><published>2008-09-01T21:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T19:51:20.927+07:00</updated><title type='text'>hell-o folks!</title><content type='html'>Errm, actually i dont know what to say. I have nothing interesting in common, so prepare to be bored, or just click that little "x" on the corner of your window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's kinda hard to admit that lately my life has become really really boring. No worries people, i know i'm a bit overreacted, but seriously, in these past few weeks, i've spent my weekend (or weekendS i should say), lying on the couch, watching sinetron, or worse, sitting in front of my comp for hours, playing online capsa game. You should try it sometime (but not until you're really really stuck in your deepest boredom).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;viwawa.com&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, then register, then click Big 2.5. Add me! &lt;b&gt;della24o8&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today I had a math quiz and my very first english PRE-mock test. I have to admit, I screwed up the whole essay. T.T. hmm, and i've checked my eco assessment, and gladly, it's not so bad after all. hahhaa. Finally I beat you Ki, again. kidding xp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aduh cape, baru pertama kali gw nulis blog pake bahasa inggris. Barusan gw gk ngerasa kyk nulis blog, yang ada malah kyk bikin essay. Mesti memikirkan kata-kata keren dan structure yang bener untuk diketik *kan malu kalo uda sok2 inggris, tw2 nya grammar nya malah ngaco. hahah*. Ternyata emang paling enak ngomong pake bahasa ibu. Semuanya serba lancar dan gk perlu mikir. Kalo dipikir2, yaiyalah gw gk biasa nulis blog kyk gitu. Orang biasa gw ngetik pake bahasa campur aduk. Paling ada inggris nya seiprit doang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oiya, sebenernya inspirasi gw nulis blo kyk gitu gara - gara Miss Palupi sih. Hhaaha. Gara2, katanya Ms. Pal kan kalo mau melatih kemampuan menulis essay yang bagus adalah dengan cara menulis blog. Jd CERITANYA, gw mau melatih structure penulisan bahasa inggris gw ni. Gw kira bakal jadi banyak hari ini. Eh tw nya baru segitu uda cape duluan gw. Otak gw serasa keram, sama aja kyk bikin pre-mock test gw td. Lagian kan kalo bahasa indonesia di translate jadi bahasa inggris gtu kan aneh jadinya. Garing dan jayus. Drpd gw nulis yang gk jelas, mnding gw lanjutin aja pake bahasa indonesia. Tp bsk2 i'll try my best to finish the whole blog. In english. hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uda dulu ah, gw mau tidur. Cape gw dr kmaren begadang terus kebanyakan main viwawa. Hhaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buhbyee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973433107657327332-437092096990493460?l=diaryohdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/437092096990493460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973433107657327332&amp;postID=437092096990493460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973433107657327332/posts/default/437092096990493460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973433107657327332/posts/default/437092096990493460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/2008/09/hell-o-folks.html' title='hell-o folks!'/><author><name>della24o8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973949352157059760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rtAd50CaO-s/SYWJknIPa-I/AAAAAAAAABk/8Pxnx3xj7iQ/S220/n582981672_1826526_3104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973433107657327332.post-1606099805276305877</id><published>2008-08-21T20:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T21:59:32.569+07:00</updated><title type='text'>he's everything beyond your sanity, he's nothing but PERFECT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;ooooh, how it's been so long,&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HEYY SEMUAA!!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been months since the last time i posted something in this old, lame, boring blog. pheww. Uda lama ni, banyak yg mau gw ketik cuman gw terlalu males dan lemah. (males si sbnernya) Tiap buka blogspot ujung-ujungnya malah main capsa online di viwawa, kalo gk nntn japanese pranks di youtube. Jadi di kesempatan yg sangat singkat ini, mndingan gw ngetik sedikit (drpd ujung2nya gw main viwawa lagi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neways, &lt;b&gt;seventeenth of aug&lt;/b&gt; (2008 of course), was HELLL FUNN!!! After 2 (or 1 and a half) years longing for PATD's world tour, the day finally came. Hohoho. Akhirnya gw ktemu Brendon juga, biar cuman ngeliatin dr jarak 15 meter selama 1 jam. Ternyata yang namanya orang uda ganteng, mau diliat dr atep Wisma BNI juga tetep ganteng. ckck. Tp waktu itu nyesek banget gk kebagian tiket meet and greet. Tp mungkin uda semestinya gw gk ktemu kali ya, kalo gk gw bisa pingsan di depan bodyguard2 bule (yg super nyebelin minta dijotos). Mending kalo tepar diangkatnya sama Brendon, kalo diangkatnya sama mas2 bisa stress gw. Yasudalahya, bisa nonton konsernya aja uda anugerah. haha. Believe it or not, i cried for the first three songs T.T. Tapi pas uda lagu keempat uda enggalahya (gk usah gila kali. cape tw jejingkrakan di festi sambil sing-along dengan volume melebihi batas jerit-jerit), cape habisnya. Haha. Entar kalo gw pingsan di tengah konser, kesian Aryo sama Richard (haha. asiknya nonton konser sambil dijagain 2 bodyguard setia. thnks guys.xp) mesti gotong2 gw keluar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oiya, gw baru inget sesuatu. Jangan kira nonton konser begitu aman! Kenyataannya hape richard dicolong. Untung gw bawa tas (yang selama konser dibawa Aryo gara2 leher gw pegel bawa tas terus) jadinya gk kecolongan. Buktinya aja pas 'Nine in the Afternoon' ada mba2 gtu teriak2 "copet!", mengganggu momen-momen bahagia gw aja. ckck. P.S: turut berduka cita buat orang2 yg barangnya kecolongan, dan juga Richard yang kehilangan hape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, terus apalagi ya.. Oiya, skrg gw uda masuk ke dunia IB yang mematikan. Jadinya gw ambil P3 deh yang ada business sama eco nya. Haha. Ternyata eco adalah pelajaran yang menyenangkan, apalagi dengan adanya kedua temanku yang lucu-lucu dan imut yang namanya Eugene (disingkat BBT. jgn tanya gw kenapa disingkat BBT. better ask cheisy xp) dan Qq (yang ternyata nama aslinya adalah Sakinah). Tapi sepertinya ada yang beda hari ini. Qq gk masuk pelajaran eco! (jengjeng). Pantesan kok hari ini jalannya peredaran otak gw lancar (biasanya seret dan macet). Tp tak disangka ternyata pas math Qq masuk juga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Della:&lt;/b&gt; Kyu, kok baru masuk sekarang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Qq:&lt;/b&gt; Iya, gw habis perpanjang imigrasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Della:&lt;/b&gt; Imigrasi? Emang lu mau ngungsi kemana?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Qq:&lt;/b&gt; Iiih, paspor maksudnya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Della:&lt;/b&gt; Hooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dilanjutkan oleh jeritan-jeritan histeris Mr. Djagoara yang macho dan maskulin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jangan marah ya kyu, entar siapa yang ngasi tw gw jadwal pelajaran kalo bukan lo. (fyi: semua pelajaran gw sama kyk Qq kecuali chemist sama english). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aduh, males ni bsok ada I.A bi. Malah gw blom bikin pr chemist lagi. Cipi di. Uda ah, bsk2 lanjutin lagi. Buh-byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973433107657327332-1606099805276305877?l=diaryohdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1606099805276305877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973433107657327332&amp;postID=1606099805276305877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973433107657327332/posts/default/1606099805276305877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973433107657327332/posts/default/1606099805276305877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/2008/08/hes-everything-beyond-your-sanity-hes.html' title='he&apos;s everything beyond your sanity, he&apos;s nothing but PERFECT!'/><author><name>della24o8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973949352157059760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rtAd50CaO-s/SYWJknIPa-I/AAAAAAAAABk/8Pxnx3xj7iQ/S220/n582981672_1826526_3104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973433107657327332.post-8287167196313903444</id><published>2008-01-06T22:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T23:36:43.001+07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW YEAR!</title><content type='html'>YAY! Uda new year lagi ni. New year, new life, new hope, new GOAL! Listing new year's resolutions in progress..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) NONTON KONSER P!ATD&lt;br /&gt;2) BACKSTAGE TICKET FOR P!ATD + FOTO BARENG SAMA BRENDON + autograph + SECRET CONCERT &lt;br /&gt;3) BELI ALBUM BARU PANIC ( RELEASE THIS MARCH, can't wait )&lt;br /&gt;4) HILANGKAN C DI RAPOT SEMESTER DEPAN&lt;br /&gt;5) MEET MY SIX WONDERS &lt;br /&gt;6) NONTON ENDING IT'S STARTED WITH A KISS 2 (THEY KISS AGAIN) &lt;br /&gt;7) GET DRIVING LICENSE &lt;br /&gt;8) LANGGANAN SPEEDY YANG UNLIMITED &lt;br /&gt;9) BOYFRIEND&lt;br /&gt;10) BACA BREAKING DAWN&lt;br /&gt;11) BELI ROCKBAND BESERTA DRUMSET (kyk nya yg ini agak susah)&lt;br /&gt;12) TAMATIN GUITAR HERO III&lt;br /&gt;13) KELUARGA URIE GW (the sims) HARUS UDA PUNYA CUCU MINIMAL 6&lt;br /&gt;14) TAMATIN GHOST SQUAD&lt;br /&gt;15) hmm,, so far si baru segitu doang. nanti kalo ada tambahan gw kabarin lagi de. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yasu, lagi on the phone ni. byee..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973433107657327332-8287167196313903444?l=diaryohdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8287167196313903444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973433107657327332&amp;postID=8287167196313903444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973433107657327332/posts/default/8287167196313903444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973433107657327332/posts/default/8287167196313903444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year.html' title='NEW YEAR!'/><author><name>della24o8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973949352157059760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rtAd50CaO-s/SYWJknIPa-I/AAAAAAAAABk/8Pxnx3xj7iQ/S220/n582981672_1826526_3104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973433107657327332.post-7492230619312369530</id><published>2007-10-14T12:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T13:25:25.802+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tahii</title><content type='html'>Hohohoo. Asiknya uda libur lebaran. Oiya, &lt;b&gt;selamat lebaran ya buat smuanya yang merayakan.&lt;/b&gt; Hehe. Liburan ini mbak gw pada mudik smua ni. Terpaksa mesti cuci piring sendiri. Pokoknya semua orang di rumah gw uda punya kegiatan masing - masing, di mana nyokap gw-lah yang pasti kerjaannya paling banyak, dan ahasil tiap hari ngomel - ngomel mulu. Kalo gw si bisa dibilang cukup mudah. Hehe. Soalnya gw cuman cuci piring, lap meja, buka tutup pintu pager, sama mandiin adek gw yang cowo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nahhh, karena gw mengurus keperluan mandi adek gw yg cowo, jadi gw harus menangani semua masalah mandi-memandi adek gw *yaiyalah*, tak terkecuali &lt;i&gt;membasuh pantat adek gw sehabis buang air besar.&lt;/i&gt; Sikatin gigi adek gw masi gpp lah. Mandiin dia mah uda biasa. Cuci kaki apalagi, tinggal suru aja dia berdiri trs semprotin kakinya pake shower. Tapi yang paling menantang adalah cebokin adek gw. Ya Tuhan, sekarang gw mengerti susahnya menjadi seorang mama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nello:&lt;/b&gt; Ceee *panggilan buat gw dr ad gw* aku habis eek ni (sambil lari2 keliling2 ruang tamu tanpa celana)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gw:&lt;/b&gt; Hmm. Yauda pake celana dong *ngapain si habis boker aja bilang2 segala*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nello:&lt;/b&gt; Cebokin dong! Aku kan gk bisa cebok sendiri. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gw:&lt;/b&gt; Mi *panggilan buat nyokap gw* Nello habis berak tu. Katanya minta cebok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mami:&lt;/b&gt; *sibuk ngegosok baju* Aduhh kamu gk bantu amat si uda gede2 juga. Ya kamu cebokin dong. Mami lagi repot ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gw:&lt;/b&gt; IDIH! Gk mau ah. Si Nello kan beol nya belepotan &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mami:&lt;/b&gt; Masa cebokin gitu doang gk bisa. Entar kamu kalo punya anak gimana gk dicebokin. Uda gede2 bukannya bantuin malah ngerepotin *sambil terus gosok baju*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya naluri seorang kakak gw keluar. Karna gw cinta sodara, makanya gw rela cebokin ad gw. Itupun gw liatnya uda mau muntah. Soalnya ternyata ad gw bukan boker biasa melainkan mencret. Semoga perbuatan baik gw membuahkan pahala. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anehnya, selama musim2 lebaran ini, ad gw sering bgt boker2 gitu. Ternyata adek gw terkena wabah masuk angin. Gak di rumah gk di mall gk di skolah juga ad gw tetep berak2 terus. Sampai ketika waktu gw jemput ad gw yg cowo di skolah nya tercinta:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nello:&lt;/b&gt; Mami! Aku tadi sekolahnya pinter lhoo.. bla bla... *ad gw memang suka memuji diri sendiri di depan orang lain khususnya nyokap gw*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mami:&lt;/b&gt; Ooooo. Kita mau ke puri mall lho sekarang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nello:&lt;/b&gt; YESSS! * berlarian kesana kemari*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terus bbrp menit kemudian mimik muka ad gw jadi aneh, seolah2 menyimpan rahasia yang sangat menakjubkan. Ternyata benar, pas lagi di tangga mau ke arah basement, gw mencium wangi aneh semacam gas beracun. Tp gw abaikan soalnya gw pikir cuman bau sampah biasa. *soalnya emang ada tong sampah di sana*. Masuk ke mobil nyokap gw yang asri, bau nya masih tercium, tambah semerbak lagi. Akhirnya rahasia adek gw terbongkar. Memang dialah yang eek di celana. Sang nyokap histeris trs bilang "HAH? Kamu uda gk ada mbak malah bikin repot. Berenang terus si, jadinya masuk angin. Kamu berdiri aja sampe rumah. Jangan duduk di kursi. Entar kursi mobil mami bau". Begitulah kisahnya. Jadinya gw pulang dulu ke rmh buat gantiin celana ad gw, baru ke puri mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampe di puri mall cukur rambut ad gw dulu, uda gitu nyokap gw ke hero sama nello dan gw ke multi sama ad gw yg cw. Pas gw masuk ke hero buat minta duit ke nyokap, nyokap gw lagi ngomel2 sama nello lagi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mami:&lt;/b&gt; Kamu ni ngerepotin orang lagi belanja aja. Makanya kalo mau ee bilang dulu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nello:&lt;/b&gt; *sambil pegangin pantat pake tangan* Ayo cepetan dong mami! Entar keburu keluar lagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gw:&lt;/b&gt; *kasihan liat nyokap gw, akhirnya gw temenin nyokap gw dan nello ke wc*&lt;br /&gt;Sampe di wc.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mami:&lt;/b&gt; Aduh mami lupa bw celana cadangan nya Nello lagi. *akhirnya nyokap gw cuci-in celana ad gw yg sudah berlumurkan ee*&lt;br /&gt;(setelah 10 mnt menunggu akhirnya ad gw keluar juga bersama nyokap gw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gw:&lt;/b&gt; Nell, kok kamu bau bgt si. Gk cebok ya *sambil tutup idung*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nello:&lt;/b&gt; IIIH! Kan celananya pake yang tadi, dicuciin sama mami. Jadinya masi bau *sambil nonjok2 gw*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mbak-mbak yang lagi cuci tangan:&lt;/b&gt; Iiih bau apaan ni. Keluar yuk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mami dan Gw:&lt;/b&gt; *nyegir2 gk jelas*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesampainya di A&amp;W, ad gw berdiri di sebelah orang yang lagi makan ayam dengan nikmatnya. Tiba - tiba....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cowo 1:&lt;/b&gt; *berenti makan* Aduh *gosok2 idung*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cowo 2:&lt;/b&gt; Bau apaan ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mami:&lt;/b&gt; Nell! Kamu jangan berdiri situ dong! Orang bisa jadi gk napsu makan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cowo 1 dan 2&lt;/b&gt; *melongo ke ad gw* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nello:&lt;/b&gt; *mendekat ke arah gw dan ad gw yg cw*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gw dan Ad gw:&lt;/b&gt; ADUH! Jangan deket2 cece ah. Bau! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nello:&lt;/b&gt; *jalan ke arah nyokap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mami:&lt;/b&gt; Jangan deket2 mami juga. Gk enak baunya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya ad gw jalan 10 meter di belakang gw. Kasian. Pokoknya selama dia jalan di mall semua orang ngeliatin dia. Bbrp menit kemudian Ichel telfon ke hp gw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gw:&lt;/b&gt; Chel! Lu tw gk ade gw tu boker di celana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ichel:&lt;/b&gt; Hah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gw:&lt;/b&gt; ADEK GW BOKER DI CELANA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ternyata pas gw lagi teriak kalimat itu, di depan gw ada om2 super jumbo. Kagetnya gw, serasa jantung mau copot. Malah si om nya ketawa2 lagi. Sangat memalukan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya begitulah kira2 liburan gw kali ini. Untung skrg ad gw uda gk boker2 lagi. Hohohoho. Yauda ya, mau main sims dulu ni. Duduw...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973433107657327332-7492230619312369530?l=diaryohdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7492230619312369530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973433107657327332&amp;postID=7492230619312369530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973433107657327332/posts/default/7492230619312369530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973433107657327332/posts/default/7492230619312369530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/2007/10/tahii.html' title='Tahii'/><author><name>della24o8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973949352157059760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rtAd50CaO-s/SYWJknIPa-I/AAAAAAAAABk/8Pxnx3xj7iQ/S220/n582981672_1826526_3104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973433107657327332.post-8778565443593360503</id><published>2007-07-29T18:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T20:16:29.052+07:00</updated><title type='text'>MENJILAT AIR LIUR SENDIRI!</title><content type='html'>IH! Gw nyesel abis nonton alone. kyk taii. pertamanya pas nntn si gk serem2 amat. malah gw nntn smua bagian seremnya *glory of courage. nyahaha*.  ritual yang pasti dilakukan seorang della kalo nonton film horor: &lt;b&gt;disebelah kanan atau kiri gw harus ada orang yang montog atau empuk atau sekel yang bersedia untuk gw jadikan bantal atau tulang buat gw gigit selama film berlangsung.&lt;/b&gt; nah, di acara nonton film  horor bareng kali ini, seorang &lt;b&gt;Yong Khen&lt;/b&gt; bersedia menjadi pengganti &lt;b&gt;Stanley&lt;/b&gt; untuk dijadikan tulang dan bantal selama acara berlangsung. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu begini ceritanya, waktu film belom mulai si masi biasa2 aja. Gw masih bisa menikmati pop corn gratis dari Ivana dan Yong Khen. Semuanya juga masi ngobrol2 ketawa2 gk jelas, kecuali Ivana. Ivana sepertinya uda merasakan aura ketakutan ketika mulai memasuki arena bioskop. Trs kayaknya Ivana udah mempersiapkan segala macam barang yang bisa dia pake kalo tiba2 dia takut. Contoh: dompet, tempat pop corn, semua barang yang bisa digunakan untuk nutupin mata Ivana dari layar bioskop. Beberapa menit kemudian film mulai. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Della:&lt;/b&gt; Yong, gk usah sok brani deh lu. Norak dasar (sambil nutup mata pake jari2 gw yang bercelah *maksudnya supaya masih bisa nonton*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yong Khen:&lt;/b&gt; Alah lu juga tutup mata. (sambil sok2 liat jam) Kalo takut, ngapain nonton?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Della:&lt;/b&gt; Bawel lu! Sok liat jam lagi! &lt;br /&gt;(detik2 berlalu penuh ketegangan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Layar:&lt;/b&gt; AAAAAHHHH! *suara cw triak2 karna pastinya dia liat setan*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yong Khen:&lt;/b&gt; AH! Anjing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ivana:&lt;/b&gt; AAAAAAHHHHHH!!! *nangis*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Della:&lt;/b&gt; *gk triak saking syoknya tiba2 liat hantu dan mendengar triakan histeris Ivy* HAHAHA. Napa lu yong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yong Khen:&lt;/b&gt; Ehh, itu td siapa yang jatohin obatnya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Della:&lt;/b&gt; CW NYA! KATANYA NONTON YONG? NONTON DRMN LU? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aldio *yang duduk disebelah yong khen*:&lt;/b&gt; HAHAHAA. SUKURIN LU YONG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yong Khen:&lt;/b&gt; Ya td gw pas lagi gk liat. Soalnya... bla bla bla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Della:&lt;/b&gt; Uda deh yong. Gk usah malu sama gw *kedip2*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yong Khen:&lt;/b&gt; *pasang tampang sok pusing sambil garuk2 pala*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Della:&lt;/b&gt; Ivy kenapa? Lu nangis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ivana:&lt;/b&gt; *sobbing* I.. itu serem bgt del! *smbil buka dompet dan nutupin mata pake dompet*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Layar:&lt;/b&gt; *mulai terdengar lagu2 aneh pertanda hantunya uda mau muncul*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Della:&lt;/b&gt; YONG SINI YONG! TANGAN LU! *sambil narik tangan yong khen*. Jempolnya naikin ya. biar gw masi bisa nonton dikit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yong Khen:&lt;/b&gt; *pasrah* iya iya &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aldio:&lt;/b&gt; *pasang ekspresi "anak-yang-aneh"*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Layar:&lt;/b&gt; AAAAHHH! *suara jeritan wanita pertanda dia liat hantu lagi* fyi: hantu nya ada di deket kaki sang cw&lt;br /&gt;Reflek kaki gw yang tadinya terlipat rapih di tpt duduk gw, ikut merasakan sentuhan sang hantu di pergelangan kaki gw, alhasil kaki gw naik ke pahanya yong khen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yong Khen:&lt;/b&gt; DEL! DEL! KAKI LU! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Della:&lt;/b&gt; *mumbling* eee.... aaa.... auauauu.... huaaa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aldio:&lt;/b&gt; Waahh! Parah lu del. Kaki sampe naek ke paha orang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Della:&lt;/b&gt; *masih gk berkutik*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yong Khen:&lt;/b&gt; Ehh, apa2an ni kaki. *sambil ngangkat kaki gw ke bawah*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yong Khen:&lt;/b&gt; Del, gw kencing dulu bntar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Della:&lt;/b&gt; YONG! LANCANG LU YA PAKE KE WC SEGALA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Layar:&lt;/b&gt; *mulai terdengar lagu aneh lagi*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yong Khen:&lt;/b&gt; Pliss del! Gw kebelet bgt ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Della:&lt;/b&gt; Yauda sono. *lalu muncul ide baru di kepala gw* ALDIO! SINI LU. gantiin yong khen sampe dia balik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aldio:&lt;/b&gt; *pasang ekspresi Ya Tuhan, Kenapa Harus Aku*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Della:&lt;/b&gt; Ayo buruan! *dengan ekspresi "hanya kaulah satu2nya harapan*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aldio:&lt;/b&gt; *pindah ke kursi Yong Khen sambl baca doa*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Della:&lt;/b&gt; Pinjem tangan lu! ... Salah! Jempol nya buka dikit buat bikin jendela. Gw kan juga mau nonton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aldio:&lt;/b&gt; Yaelah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yong Khen balik dr WC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Della:&lt;/b&gt; Kasian amat si lu. Yaudah lu balik ke tempat lu. Gantian Yong Khen lagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aldio:&lt;/b&gt; *tersenyum penuh kebahagiaan*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Della:&lt;/b&gt; Sini Yong! Tangan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yong Khen:&lt;/b&gt; Enaknya habis cuci tangan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Della:&lt;/b&gt; Waw! Tangan lu harum Yong! Untung lu habis dr WC. Jadi gw gk ciumin tangan lu yang bau trs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yong Khen:&lt;/b&gt; Masa si wangi ya? *sambil ciumin tangan sendiri*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Della:&lt;/b&gt; Wangi kan? Asik!&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Della:&lt;/b&gt;Eh, kok kacamatanya si Ploy mirip kacamata si Harry ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yong Khen:&lt;/b&gt; Gila lu. Uda tegang gini lu masi kepikiran Harry Potter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Della:&lt;/b&gt; Gw kan kreatif dan inovatif. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yong Khen:&lt;/b&gt; Terserah lu deh. Kok si Seh In malah baca buku si&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Della:&lt;/b&gt; Emang tu. Ivana juga. Malah ngeliatin dompetnya. ckckck. Buang2 40.000 aja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yong Khen:&lt;/b&gt; Aneh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begitulah kira2 gambaran besarnya. Jadi kalo mau nonton alone lebih baik berpikir dua kali. Karna pas nonton nya tuh gk serem, cuman pas malem lu bakal kepikiran lagi. Soalnya pas malem kan gw gk bisa tidur, akhirnya gw telfon Jon. Dan begini konvonya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jon:&lt;/b&gt; Hallo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Della:&lt;/b&gt; JON! LU BISA TIDUR GK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jon:&lt;/b&gt; Gk bisa! Lu juga gk bisa tidur ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Della:&lt;/b&gt; IYA NI! SIALAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jon:&lt;/b&gt; IYA! KALO GW KEBAYANG2 SCENE YANG PAS DI RANJANG ITU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Della:&lt;/b&gt; Kalo gw si engga. Kepikiran aja. Tp gk kepikiran sampe hantu nya segala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jon:&lt;/b&gt; Ini aja gw lagi maen sama ad gw. Gw kan gk mau tidur sampe pagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Della:&lt;/b&gt; Enak bgt si lu. Ad gw uda ngorok ni di sebelah gw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jon:&lt;/b&gt; HAHAHA. Kesian amat si lu del&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Della:&lt;/b&gt; Yaudah deh Jon. Pulsa gw abis ni. Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jon:&lt;/b&gt; Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, intinya Jon juga gk bisa tidur. Bgitu juga Rayner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Della:&lt;/b&gt; Ray, lu bisa tidur gk kmaren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rayner:&lt;/b&gt; Susah. Jam 3 baru bisa tidur gw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Della:&lt;/b&gt; Gw jam 4 malah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rayner:&lt;/b&gt; Hahaha. Parah lo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Della:&lt;/b&gt; Ya apa boleh buat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rayner:&lt;/b&gt; Gw aja kmaren sampe setel lagu gereja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Della:&lt;/b&gt; HAHAHAHA. Wah, gw si gk sampe separah itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ternyata Rayner lbh parah dari gw. Ckckck. Jadi, moral nya adalah, jangan sok brani kalo kenyataan nya gk brani. Soalnya, sebelom nonton, gw tu uda sok brani. Gayanya mau duduk di depan lagi.xp Faktanya malah gw gk bisa tidur. Makanya judulnya menjilat air liur sendiri. Hehehhee. Yauda deh, gw mau ber chit chat ria. Doakan gw supaya bisa tidur pulas hari ini. Amiiiin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973433107657327332-8778565443593360503?l=diaryohdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8778565443593360503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973433107657327332&amp;postID=8778565443593360503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973433107657327332/posts/default/8778565443593360503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973433107657327332/posts/default/8778565443593360503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/2007/07/menjilat-air-liur-sendiri.html' title='MENJILAT AIR LIUR SENDIRI!'/><author><name>della24o8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973949352157059760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rtAd50CaO-s/SYWJknIPa-I/AAAAAAAAABk/8Pxnx3xj7iQ/S220/n582981672_1826526_3104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973433107657327332.post-7850246334221848551</id><published>2007-07-27T19:22:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T20:19:55.478+07:00</updated><title type='text'>KEBUDEG-AN</title><content type='html'>Entah kenapa hari ini gw merasa kuping gw sedikit mengalami gangguan pendengaran. Beberapa konvo yang membuktikan kebudegan gw:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Act 1, Scene 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Julian:&lt;/b&gt; Eh Del, uda pernah liat video nya Girlfriend yang remix belom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Della:&lt;/b&gt; Belom. Coba mana?&lt;br /&gt;(Julian memutar click wheel iPod Video 30GB nya dan memilih video Girlfriend remix)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Della:&lt;/b&gt; *ekspresi bibir mengok ke samping yang artinya syok* GILAA.. celananya avril uhuii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Julian:&lt;/b&gt; (....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Della:&lt;/b&gt; Eh Jul, casing iPod nya beli di mana? Sama kayak punya Ian loh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Julian:&lt;/b&gt; Beli di Singapore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Della:&lt;/b&gt; IAN! Ini casing nya sama kayak yang punya lu kan? Lu beli di Singapore ya pasti?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ian:&lt;/b&gt; Bukan, di Hong Kong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Della:&lt;/b&gt; HAH? *efek dengerin ipod sambil ngobrol sama orang*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ian:&lt;/b&gt; Hong Kong! *dengan volume lbh besar*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Della:&lt;/b&gt;: He?? *gw tw-nya cuman ada huruf O nya doang*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ian:&lt;/b&gt; Hong Kong, Della *dengan nada prihatin dan sedikit halus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Della:&lt;/b&gt;: Glodok???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ian:&lt;/b&gt; *gak tahan lagi karna uda terlalu emosi* HONG KONG!!! *dengan volume sangat besar dan menggelegar*. Enak aja lu glodok! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Della:&lt;/b&gt; Haha. *nanya ke Sevira* Di mana sev katanya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sevira:&lt;/b&gt; *yang drtd merhatiin konvo aneh tersebut* HONG KONG, NEK! Budeg dasar *ketawa*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ian:&lt;/b&gt; *menggeleng-gelengkan kepala* YA AMPUN DEL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Della:&lt;/b&gt; *Sok sok gk denger padahal lagi asik nonton video.xp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ada lagi! Act 2, Scene 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kashira:&lt;/b&gt; *tampang muka ingin bertanya* Lu kangen gk sama gw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Della:&lt;/b&gt; *gk respon, berhubung lagi asik nonton video* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kashira:&lt;/b&gt; Kangen gk sama gw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Della:&lt;/b&gt; *masih diem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sevira:&lt;/b&gt; Del! Kangen gak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Della:&lt;/b&gt; Hah?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kashira:&lt;/b&gt; Kangen gk sama gw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Della:&lt;/b&gt; *karna gk kedengeran pertanyaan jadi diem aja*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kashira:&lt;/b&gt; Eh, kangen gk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Della:&lt;/b&gt; Apa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kashira:&lt;/b&gt; KANGEN GK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Della:&lt;/b&gt; Hee? *sambil mengerutkan jidat tanda bingung*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kashira:&lt;/b&gt; BUDEG, ANJING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sevira:&lt;/b&gt; KANGEN GK? Ya ampun Della!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Della:&lt;/b&gt; Oh! Engga tu biasa aja. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di lain waktu dan tempat, ada lagi kejadian serupa&lt;br /&gt;Act 1, Scene 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Julian:&lt;/b&gt; Ehh2, CCA tu apa ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Della:&lt;/b&gt; Hahaha *karna gw gk denger dia ngomong apa, jadi gw ktawa aja*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Julian:&lt;/b&gt; Del, CCA tu apa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Della:&lt;/b&gt; Hah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Julian:&lt;/b&gt; CCA! *dengan mulut dibuka lebih lebar agar memudahkan gw untuk mengerti apa yang sebenarnya dia bilang* CCA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Della:&lt;/b&gt; C apa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Julian:&lt;/b&gt; *bikin huruf CCA pake tangan* CCA Del!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Della:&lt;/b&gt; CSS? Gk tw deh. Tanya yang lain coba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Julian:&lt;/b&gt; *ekspresi setengah ketawa setengah capek dan ingin menyerah* BUKAN! CCA. ekskul ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Della:&lt;/b&gt; OH! Gw pikir apaan. Co-curricular Activity! Iya itu kyk ekskul gitu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Julian:&lt;/b&gt; Oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Della:&lt;/b&gt; *ngorek2 kuping siapa tw ada senjata-senjata tajam yang masuk ke kuping gw, yang menyebabkan kebudegan permanen*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masih ada lagi, &lt;br /&gt;Act 1, Scene 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Della:&lt;/b&gt; Halo mami! Makan apa ni?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mami:&lt;/b&gt; Mami bikin baso tahu tu. Makan ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Della:&lt;/b&gt; Baso? Baso apa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mami:&lt;/b&gt; Baso Tahu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Della:&lt;/b&gt; Baso Kuah? Ooooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mami:&lt;/b&gt; Bukan. Baso Tahu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Della:&lt;/b&gt; Baso? Oooh. Eh, baso apa tadi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mami:&lt;/b&gt; Baso Tahu, ,neng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Della:&lt;/b&gt; Ooooh. HAHAHA. Kirain... *lanjut ktawa sementara seisi rumah hening*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya begitulah tragedi yang menimpa diri gw hari ini. Mungkin gw harus konsultasi ke THT. Padahal kmaren malem  gw baru korek kuping loh. Jangan-jangan ada bakteri infeksi di gendang telinga gw. *ketok kayu* &lt;br /&gt;oiya, terus hari ini gw juga buka kursus les privat matetika loh. muridnya cuman 2 si.xp. tp gpp lah, sekalian mencari bekal pengalaman untuk masa depan *halah. hhahaha*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oiya, ngomong2 gw juga hampir mempraktekkan jurus &lt;b&gt;MONTONG JIRUGI ICH&lt;/b&gt; gw ke Ivan loh. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yasuuww, sampai jumpa di episode berikutnya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973433107657327332-7850246334221848551?l=diaryohdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7850246334221848551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973433107657327332&amp;postID=7850246334221848551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973433107657327332/posts/default/7850246334221848551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973433107657327332/posts/default/7850246334221848551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/2007/07/kebudeg.html' title='KEBUDEG-AN'/><author><name>della24o8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973949352157059760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rtAd50CaO-s/SYWJknIPa-I/AAAAAAAAABk/8Pxnx3xj7iQ/S220/n582981672_1826526_3104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973433107657327332.post-4758165840421868793</id><published>2007-07-26T18:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T19:47:11.770+07:00</updated><title type='text'>TAE KWON DO! HYATT!</title><content type='html'>P.E Lesson for Today (and for the rest of this term): &lt;b&gt;TAE KWON DO!&lt;/b&gt; hahaha. asik looh. mengeluarkan amarah dan emosi yang meluap di dada. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Korean vocab: &lt;b&gt;churiap!&lt;/b&gt;=baris ditempat sambil kaki kiri dirapetin ke kaki kanan. &lt;b&gt;montong jirugi ich!&lt;/b&gt;=if i'm not mistaken, kyk nya itu disuru tonjok ke depan deh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;montong upchagi ich!&lt;/b&gt;=tendang ke depan. &lt;br /&gt;Masi banyak vocab2 korea lainnya si. tp gw lupa. better ask moi korean master, &lt;b&gt;Seh In&lt;/b&gt;. hahaha. we really miss you loh, nyong. *anyway, don't be GR ya nyong.xp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trs 10C juga punya Tae Kwon Do Sensei loh: &lt;b&gt;Yogi, The Newcomer&lt;/b&gt;. Hahaha. Sepertinya Yogi les tae kwon do. soalnya dia uda belt ijo *gk ngerti deh itu level brp*. Trs tadi pas P.E lesson juga disuru tonjok2 sama tendang2 bantal gitu. enak si, *i looove punching things* tapi gw gk bisa nendang pake kaki kiri. kalo nendang pake kaki kiri jadi melayang ke atas gitu *swt*. Habis sesi menendang dan menonjok berakhir, yang cw suru line up buat nendang irdam *ohyess, i love this part!*. tapi SAYANGNYA, sang irdam gk bersedia buat ditonjok cw2. jadi Ms. Alma blg "irdam, skrg kamu pindah ke barisan cowo" *artinya si Irdam harus ditendang para lelaki 10C*, dan kata2 Ms. Alma membuahkan penyesalan di diri Irdam karena telah menolak ditendang cw. Apalagi di antara barisan-barisan lelaki tersebut ada master tae kwon do yaitu Yogi. habislah si Irdam dikeroyok satu kampung. ckck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973433107657327332-4758165840421868793?l=diaryohdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4758165840421868793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973433107657327332&amp;postID=4758165840421868793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973433107657327332/posts/default/4758165840421868793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973433107657327332/posts/default/4758165840421868793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/2007/07/tae-kwon-do-hyatt.html' title='TAE KWON DO! HYATT!'/><author><name>della24o8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973949352157059760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rtAd50CaO-s/SYWJknIPa-I/AAAAAAAAABk/8Pxnx3xj7iQ/S220/n582981672_1826526_3104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973433107657327332.post-726008675320969821</id><published>2007-07-24T21:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T22:37:09.150+07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW SCHOOL YEAR, NEW FRIENDS, NEW UNIFORMS</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;WELCOME BACK TO SCHOOL EVERYONE!&lt;/b&gt;. Omega, gk terasa uda masuk high skool. Hehe, anyway, taun ini kita ada 10 newbies loo. 2 of them are my new classmates! 2-2 nya para lelaki. Terus taun ini kita punya PRINCIPAL BARU: The RESPECTFUL MR. PETER SAIDI! Haha. Kejutan yang sangat menarik bukan??? Hmm, then, the best thing about the new life in this beloved *not* school, NEW UNIFORM. As someone *who i forgot whom* said "New uniform, New face! Our new uniform brings out the maturity and blah blah blah". Itu doang si. Yang lainnya jangan tanya.swt. Still, the same old BiNus with SOME new rules and SOME HAIRCUTS *for the boys* and a pair of new SHOES. Jangan tanya deh, setiap melangkah ke lantai binus, betis gw langsung nyut-nyutan. Sepertinya kata-kata "LIBURAN" dan "SANTAI-SANTAI DI RMH" masih ber-slideshow di dalam otak gw yang terjangkit virus "welcome to peter saidi's new school". Mungkin ada beberapa penyebab dan akibat mengapa Mr. Peter menjadi seperti ini. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possibilities:&lt;br /&gt;1. Karena dulu dia juga disiksa dan dikekang oleh peraturan-peraturan ala "peter sahidi"&lt;br /&gt;2. Mungkin dia lagi broken heart&lt;br /&gt;3. Karena dia ingin kita menjadi tunas bangsa yang berbibit baik dan menghasilkan buah-buah yang segar *yang ini sedikit aneh*&lt;br /&gt;4. Karena dia belum berkeluarga, mungkin&lt;br /&gt;5. Karena iseng *doesn't make any sense*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prevention *to avoid this kind of tragedy*:&lt;br /&gt;1. Mencarikan Mr. Peter seorang lady yang dapat meluluhkan hati "sang pria kesepian"!&lt;br /&gt;2. REBELLION!&lt;br /&gt;3. Belajar sebaik mungkin dan lulus dari BiNus dengan nilai yang memuaskan&lt;br /&gt;4. Mencarikan keluarganya yang hilang *mungkin Mr. Peter kangen sama mama dan papanya di ossie*&lt;br /&gt;5. Pasrah! *ini satu-satunya cara yang paling efektif*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi begitulah kira-kira gambaran saya akan Mr. Peter Saidi. Semoga artikel ini bermanfaat dan dapat menggugah hati kalian semua. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message from Brian Petrus:  PeTeR The Threat of all human beingg !!!!  (originally typed by Brian, termasuk alfabet-nya yang gede kecil itu)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973433107657327332-726008675320969821?l=diaryohdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/726008675320969821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973433107657327332&amp;postID=726008675320969821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973433107657327332/posts/default/726008675320969821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973433107657327332/posts/default/726008675320969821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-school-year-new-friends-new.html' title='NEW SCHOOL YEAR, NEW FRIENDS, NEW UNIFORMS'/><author><name>della24o8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973949352157059760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rtAd50CaO-s/SYWJknIPa-I/AAAAAAAAABk/8Pxnx3xj7iQ/S220/n582981672_1826526_3104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973433107657327332.post-6027570238941780195</id><published>2007-07-21T13:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T13:43:55.416+07:00</updated><title type='text'>HALOOO</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;HELLO!&lt;/b&gt; Berhubung blog gw yang di fs (my_bubblin_blog.blogs.friendster.com/ohohoho/) ERROR dan gk bisa di update, jadinya blog yg mulai dari awal taun 2007 gw pindahin ke sini. Terus buat selanjutnya gw juga bakal nge-post blog di account yang ini. Soalnya yang di fs uda error dan gk bisa di update *as i mentioned before*. Anyway, thx for visiting dan jangan lupa leave comment ya. Thx!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973433107657327332-6027570238941780195?l=diaryohdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6027570238941780195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973433107657327332&amp;postID=6027570238941780195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973433107657327332/posts/default/6027570238941780195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973433107657327332/posts/default/6027570238941780195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/2007/07/halooo.html' title='HALOOO'/><author><name>della24o8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973949352157059760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rtAd50CaO-s/SYWJknIPa-I/AAAAAAAAABk/8Pxnx3xj7iQ/S220/n582981672_1826526_3104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973433107657327332.post-6436522166026749604</id><published>2007-07-21T13:36:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T13:37:46.771+07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLIDAY IN THE SUN!</title><content type='html'>BALI WAS HELLLL FUN! asik banget loh di sana. hmm, hari pertama kita berenang 3 jem di kolam nikko. itupun kulit gw uda belang sedikit. padahal sebelomnya uda pake sunblock ber-spf 50. habis berenang langsung pergi makan sate sama omanya sevira+nyokap sevira. pulang dari makan sate, kita ke pantai bentar foto2 banyak banget. it was definitely pictured perfect. satu foto yang gw suka banget pas foto di pantai waktu itu gw pasang di primary picture gw. di foto itu si keliatannya kaki gw sama fenny lagi kerendem pasir kyk nya. padahal sebenernya itu lagi loncat. tp gk tw deh, kyk nya keliatan lagi loncat juga si. habis foto2, kita ke kamar uda gitu foto2 bentar. pas uda mau tidur, sevira sama fenny berlari2an hanya demi melihat "milo" sang sevira. day one was a bunch of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hari kedua kita ke waterbom! ohohoooo. selain banyak pemandangan unresistable, slide nya juga enak si. tp kaki gw pegel sangat berhubung harus naik tangga kalo mau naik slide. it took 10 minutes to climb up the stairs, and it took 10 seconds to slide down through the tubes. haha, tp gpp si. soalnya kan waktu ngantri naik slide, kita juga bisa melihat "pemandangan2 super omega" yang ada di bawah. ohohhoo. habis pulang dr waterbom, kita makan di jimbaran (p.s: ditraktir bokapnya percil/naida.xp). di jimbaran juga sempet foto2 bentar. tp gk bisa foto lagi loncat, soalnya habis selese makan. habis dr jimbaran, kami kembali ke hotel nikko, trs main billiard. humm, hari kedua itu adalah hari mencuci mata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hari ketiga itu, kita nganterin naida pulang ke ramayana. sebelom ke ramayana, kita packing dulu, soalnya mau pindah hotel ke the seminyak suite *biar belanjanya lebih kenceng, berhubung dari seminyak bisa jalan kaki sambil shopping sampe ke kuta*. habis nganterin naida, tadinya kita mau ditraktir makan lagi sama bokapnya naida. tp gk jadi, soalnya kata sevira mau cobain bubba gum. hmm, babba gum itu enak loo. cuman harganya cukup menguras banyak uang.xp. gpp deh, sekedar cobain doang. oiya, btw di seminyak suite ada private pool nya di setiap villa. jadi di pinggir kolam bisa sekalian jemur baju.xp. hmm, hari ini kita beli vodka. namanya apalah itu. warnanya biru. ok si. enak tuh, hbs minum itu, gw sama fenny langsung lancar b.a.b nya. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hari keempat itu fenny sakit! jadinya kita gk sempet belanja jauh2. cuman ke quicksilver yang sale sama ke foot spa di everyday. foot spa-nya enak banget loo. hmm, it cost 50.000 tapi uda termasuk foot, shoulder sama head massage. ada yang 1 jem sama 1 1/2 jem. tp hari itu gw ambil nya 1 jam. soalnya mau lanjutin jalan lagi. asik juga si, menghilangkan pegal2 akibat naik tangga kebanyakan pas di waterbom. hohoho. oiya, pas malemnnya, gw sama sevira naik boogie-car ke apotek buat beliin fenny bye bye fever. enak loo keliling2 naik boogie-car.xp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hari kelima akhirnya fenny sembuh. itu pasti karena perawatan intensif dari happy kids + maitong. today is shopping day! berhubung fenny uda sembuh, jadi kita bisa jalan jauh deh hari ini. kita mulai jalan dr pagi jam 12-an sampe jam 11 malem. hmm, itu kita jalan dari seminyak sampe kuta harris. asik sih, cuman kaki lumayan pegel juga. oya, pas lagi jalan, mitong sempet ngomel2 sama abang2 yang suit2in dia loh, muahahaha. hmm kalo gk salah mitong ngomong gini "EMANG NYA SAYA NGOMONG SAMA MAS YA?". HAHAHAHA. oiya, berhubung hari itu malem trakhir di bali, kita jalan2 muterin seminyak pake boogie-car. seru loo. trs kita ke pantai-nya seminyak. tp pas mau jalan ke pantai, banyak club khusus gay gitu. omega, om2 yang lagi naik motor di blakang boogie-car gw digodain sama 2 ato 3 orang banci kalo gk salah. ahaahhahaha. supir yang nyetir boogie-car kita aja uda merinding. oiya, habis pulang dr pantai, kita cobain vodka yang ice apa gitu namanya. yg ini lbh enak drpd yang kmaren si. tp lbh mahal 5.000 kyk nya.xp. tp yang ini lbh ampuh buat memperlancar b.a.b.xp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hari keenam pulang deh! hmm, masi pengen si di bali. tp apa blh buat. kasian orang2 yang merindukan gw di jakarta.xp. lol. gk si, lagian duit gw uda abis buat shopping juga. jadi apa blh buat, mendingan pulang trs berbagi oleh2 bersama yang lain. pokoknya i'll never forget every single seconds that i spent with you guys in this trip. hehhe.xp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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SUN!'/><author><name>della24o8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973949352157059760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rtAd50CaO-s/SYWJknIPa-I/AAAAAAAAABk/8Pxnx3xj7iQ/S220/n582981672_1826526_3104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2973433107657327332.post-3480851048154692961</id><published>2007-07-21T13:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T13:30:35.951+07:00</updated><title type='text'>CURSE OF THE YEAR</title><content type='html'>CURSE OF THE YEAR: going to the farm with a bunch of kids and moms. and teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first session: went to tutor time pre-school at 8:00 (sama aja gw hrs bangun pagi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second session: nunggu di ruang tunggu tutor time dan berharap ada anak seumuran gw yg bernasib sama seperti gw (dan kenyataanya semua pesertanya adalah tante2 dan suster2. swt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third session: duduk, diem di bis. omg. uda gitu nontonnya film kartun lagi. kartun pendidikan lagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fourth session: masih di bis. kali ini masi diam + ipod + sms an sama ichel (tp cuman 2 kali sms-an berhubung mitong harus ngurusin booth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fifth session: MASIH di bis. hidup dalam kebosanan dan hanya bertahan dengan sebuah ipod dan handphone. akhirnya gw melanjutkan tidur yang tadi pagi belom tuntas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sixth session: sampe di rumah makan tak dikenal. trs gw harus ngantri wc sama anak2 tk lainnya. gila, gw serasa jadi pawang anak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seventh session: naik bis lagi. kali ini gw sempet ngobrol sama tante2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eighth session: akhirnya sampe di PETERNAKAN SAPI dimana penderitaan dimulai. hmm, pas sampe di sana sialnya GERIMIS. jadi mesti jalan ke peternakan sapi pake payung + becek2an. ckck. uda gitu sampe di peternakannya kasi makan sapi. begini ceritanya, kan gw paksa ad gw ambil daun nya yg buat kasi makan sapi (padahal adek gw gk mau, tp gw paksa. hohooho). uda gitu pas adek gw lagi kasi makan sapinya, TEPAT DI SEBELAH KIRI GW ada sapi bermuka JUMBO sedang mengunyah daunnya dengan nikmat. gmn gk kaget, pas gw lagi nengok ke kiri tw2 ada pemandangan mengerikan seperti itu. gambaran lebih jelas tentang muka sapi yang close up itu: mukanya gede bgt (kyk nya itu kalo bukan ayah sapi ya palingan kakek sapi, soalnya muka+badannnya super jumbo), uda gitu sambil ngunyah daun yg hijau dan segar itu, ada cairan2 kental dan putih yang sepertinya adalah air liur si sapi itu sendiri. sang sapi mengunyah daun itu dengan slow motion dan lezatnya, mulutnya terbuka lebar, + ADA SOUND EFFECT nya. super menjijikan, dan mengagetkan. alhasil gw cuman bisa menganga lebar dan gk sempet teriak. trs pas gw panggil nello buat liat sapi yg lagi ngunyah itu, dia hampir nangis dan berhenti di tengah jalan (mungkin saking syok-nya. haha). tp akhirnya gurunya bilang "come on nello. move on. everyone is waiting for you". akhirnya ad gw jalan juga (biarpun dengan langkah yang berat saking syok-nya melihat pemandangan tersebut)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ninth session: waktunya memeras susu! td nya gw males ngantri bareng anak2 tk buat meres susu, tp pas uda sepi gitu, gw dipaksa sama gurunya adek gw disuru meres susu. hahaha. akhirnya gw jongkok, trs gw liatin puting si sapi itu. lamaaaa bgt. hmm, 5 mnt-an ada deh kyk nya. tp tiap kali tangan gw uda mau nyentuh putingnya, gk jadi lagi. akhirnya gk jadi deh. takut tangan gw terkontaminasi. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tenth session: balik lagi ke resto tempat di mana kita kencing. trs makan gitu. tp parents sama kids kan dipisah, jadinya gw lunch satu meja sama nyokap2. dan topik pembicaraannya adalah: "CECE NYA NELLO SEKOLAH DI MANA? KELAS BERAPA? CANTIK YA KYK MAMI - NYA". HAHA. untuk kalimat yg trakhir si gw seneng2 aja.xp. trs setelah itu ngomongin SEKOLAH dan PENDIDIKAN. soo boring. rasanya pengen telfon supir gw suru jemput gw langsung trs pulangin gw ke rmh. ato gk ke skolah juga gk apa2 deh. kan ada fun fair. x(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eleventh session: games buat anak2 selayaknya farawell party anak2 tk kebanyakan. bagian ini si yg plg membosankan. soalnya gk ada tante2 yg ngajak ngobrol lagi + nyokap sibuk foto2in adek gw.swt. untung si cella telfon. biarpun cuman bentar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twelfth session: RENCANANYA si mau pulang. tapi... BIS NYA MOGOK! gilaa, rasanya gw pengen nyetopin taksi trs langsung pulang ke rmh dengan damai. akhirnya semua parents (termasuk gw juga, karena gw gk mau dimasukin ke dalam kategori anak2 tk) mesti turun dari bis dulu biar bis nya enteng dan mesinnya bisa dinyalain. akhirnya setelah 1/2 jem nunggu di tpt parkir sambil muter2 ulang lagunya DAUGHTRY yg berjudul HOME, bis nya nyala juga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thirteenth session: puyeng dengerin anak2 kecil lari2an + nyanyi nursery rhymes + ada yang nangis pula. akhirnya gw tidur aja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fourtheenth session: THE BEST PART EVER! pulang ke rumah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moral of the story: nothing! eh ada si, bagi anak2 yang bernasib sama seperti gw, berjuanglah! acara pergi ke peternakan ini juga demi dapet uang belanja buat ke bali nanti kok.xp. BERSAKIT2 DAHULU BERSENANG2 KEMUDIAN. HAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2973433107657327332-3480851048154692961?l=diaryohdiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3480851048154692961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2973433107657327332&amp;postID=3480851048154692961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973433107657327332/posts/default/3480851048154692961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2973433107657327332/posts/default/3480851048154692961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diaryohdiary.blogspot.com/2007/07/curse-of-year.html' title='CURSE OF THE YEAR'/><author><name>della24o8</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01973949352157059760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rtAd50CaO-s/SYWJknIPa-I/AAAAAAAAABk/8Pxnx3xj7iQ/S220/n582981672_1826526_3104.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
