<?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-3279665359996765346</id><updated>2012-02-12T11:15:35.137-08:00</updated><category term='how to pronounce an english word well passive voice plunge established'/><category term='m'/><title type='text'>So The Thing is:</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Utami Sandyarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12691509765109422685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtbVZTcz1lM/Tq24oCHkDRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/K_5QKmPULH8/s220/IMG_0060aa.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>95</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279665359996765346.post-8102912531413457528</id><published>2012-01-25T02:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T03:08:03.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lombok: Gili Terawangan, Bumbang Beach, Kebon Duren!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Heiya! After one semester filled with college assignments, papers, exams, and projects, finally the time has come for semester break! Woo hoo :D One month with exactly nothing to do…. Anyway on this posting and several postings later I’m gonna write about the trip I did last June-August&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;to Bali, Lombok, Sumbawa, Komodo, and Flores. But let’s just skip the Bali part shall we? It was the usual trip to Tanah Lot, Kuta, Ubud, Bedugul, Dreamland, Monkey Forest, etc.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Gili Terawangan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Anyway, we started the trip in Gili Terawangan, pretty much I didn’t do anything&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;on my third time there *nyombong*. I just lay down under the sunny sunglight, blue sky, on the beach with crystal blue water, wind blowing gently, The Zahir on my lap (my favourite one of Coelho’s) and….. some bules with their bikinis and their perut yang tumpah ruah. Other times I just walked along the shoreline with my friends . Well as far as I can see, the island has developed with more hostels/motels/cottages, bars, and restaurants. More tourists ofcourse. My first time there I guess it was around 8 or 9 years ago and it was still like a pure private island. My second time there was 4 years ago, with more hotels and restaurants, bars, even mini cinema cafe. And now it has grown pretty developed.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;But apart from all the expensive restaurants, it’s not that hard to find cheap food here. They still have a spot for food stalls. And what I like from these islands is that motorbikes and cars are still not allowed on the road. You’ll find lots of bicycles for rent, or ‘delman’ along the pavements. That’s why the air is still fresh and unpolluted! :D But for you guys who are looking for a serene, tranquil place with less crowd then I wont recommend this island for you. At night you’ll hear the boom-boom-bass from the nearest bar and the crowd never sleeps until dawn.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;But last time I went there it was on late July during Ramadhan and all the noise stopped at 12. But during other months, this island is like tropical entertainment paradise, perfect for those who are seeking for a spot to meet up and hang around with other fellow travelers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VHokqZ4V8ek/Tx_etpw8A_I/AAAAAAAAA34/dvmAyooOddk/s1600/lombok1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="364" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VHokqZ4V8ek/Tx_etpw8A_I/AAAAAAAAA34/dvmAyooOddk/s640/lombok1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n_S9JS8yG8k/Tx_eussK4WI/AAAAAAAAA4A/e_ZXUGVfUvI/s1600/lombok2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n_S9JS8yG8k/Tx_eussK4WI/AAAAAAAAA4A/e_ZXUGVfUvI/s640/lombok2.jpg" width="446" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;Kaki gue bergelimpangan dibawah sinar matahari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;The road from Senggigi to Kuta was actually one the best trail I've ever seen in Indonesia, the vista was just amazing going ups and downs the hill on the steep side of the cliff overlooking the blue ocean! Gue jamin naik angkot ga bakal berasa kaya naik angkot kalo pemandangannya kaya begini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HjRCGHiXvt4/Tx_e8MXp5hI/AAAAAAAAA4I/MzxJR5FfDXI/s1600/LOMBOK3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HjRCGHiXvt4/Tx_e8MXp5hI/AAAAAAAAA4I/MzxJR5FfDXI/s640/LOMBOK3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x6zklKYFUXo/Tx_e9Uj2yKI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/Zu_tFKCKPHo/s1600/LOMBOK4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x6zklKYFUXo/Tx_e9Uj2yKI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/Zu_tFKCKPHo/s640/LOMBOK4.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YqrGNH8yAKA/Tx_e_PVRh_I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/HefMzuBnKRo/s1600/Lombok5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YqrGNH8yAKA/Tx_e_PVRh_I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/HefMzuBnKRo/s640/Lombok5.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Bumbang Beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;After spending three days 2 nights in Gili Terawangan, I met up with my friend’s family and his brother booked a room through Agoda in Bumbangku Beach Hotel, without knowing exactly where it was…… All we knew was that it’s located somewhere in Lombok’s Kuta Region. FYI, Lombok’s Kuta and its Tanjung Aan are my favourite beaches in Lombok! Anyway, we didn’t have any idea where this hotel was located but there were some signs pointing the direction to the hotel. We followed the direction and the road was severely jammed. I bet it used to be a proper road, but it has became an OFF-ROAD. Jumping ups and downs, left and right on the steep, circuitous and unsurfaced road without any proper sign of the hotel, we doubted if it was really the right way to reach the hotel…. But we continued driving though, cause the energy was well paid off with amazing sceneries overlooking the vast blue Indian ocean, &amp;nbsp;hilly landscape with lush green valleys. Finally we saw something looking like cottages and yeay! It was the Bumbangku Beach Cottages! The owner of the hotel greeted us:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: inherit; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Welcome to visit beautiful Bumbang beach which is quiet, unspoiled and far from the developed world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: inherit; line-height: 16px;"&gt;We told the owner about the road we had, and she told us that they actually had a boat-shuttle service where they would pick the guests in Grupuk Beach and take them by boat for 75rb. Ha. If only we knew this earlier. But! Anyway it was such an adrenalin rush and I recommend you to go by land for you thrill seekers! :D.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: inherit; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Far from developed world, Indeed it was. We were welcomed with unspoiled pale sand with clear turquoise water and a long long shoreline to run on. We spent the day by exploring the bay on a boat. The bay was surrounded by huge yellowish hills which made a contrast view to the blue water, the&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;bay was also famous and one of the best surfing points in Lombok and they even had this unique ‘Ocean Bar’, a floating bar exactly located in the middle of the sea where surfers came to rest and relax!&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;We also saw&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;the spawning processes of lobsters, crabs, and seaweed. Where then they would cook the lobster fishes etc&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;for the guests, freshly taken from the sea! :D Not to forget, the sunset was TRE-MEN-DOUS!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: inherit; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--JyB2WrcjSo/Tx_fYfdMbvI/AAAAAAAAA4g/JZKhYTS-eZ0/s1600/lombok6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--JyB2WrcjSo/Tx_fYfdMbvI/AAAAAAAAA4g/JZKhYTS-eZ0/s640/lombok6.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6r3hJwOn7gQ/Tx_fZbRUKGI/AAAAAAAAA4o/-PC_ybNwUzs/s1600/lombok7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6r3hJwOn7gQ/Tx_fZbRUKGI/AAAAAAAAA4o/-PC_ybNwUzs/s640/lombok7.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GFD8dit8qws/Tx_fiaZ3TaI/AAAAAAAAA4w/_m0TIaJ0bMc/s1600/lombok1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GFD8dit8qws/Tx_fiaZ3TaI/AAAAAAAAA4w/_m0TIaJ0bMc/s640/lombok1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1Vy6l-Za8UM/Tx_fkVoVYjI/AAAAAAAAA44/rVEdaUtaL6o/s1600/lombok2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1Vy6l-Za8UM/Tx_fkVoVYjI/AAAAAAAAA44/rVEdaUtaL6o/s640/lombok2.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d_x7NkWEYDI/Tx_gDJWU3TI/AAAAAAAAA5A/HAu_E-1VOig/s1600/CSC_0301.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d_x7NkWEYDI/Tx_gDJWU3TI/AAAAAAAAA5A/HAu_E-1VOig/s640/CSC_0301.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: inherit; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white;"&gt;Kebon Duren&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: inherit; line-height: 16px;"&gt;The next day, my friend’s family went back to Jakarta and then we went to the bus station to buy the ticket straight to Labuan Bajo, Flores (Later we knew that this was such a mistake).&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Waiting for the departure of the bus, our driver took us to his house and his Kebon Duren. If only I had kebon duren…. I’ll die between thouse sweet-sour-soft durians…. Forget fasting, it’s durian party! We ate em all sampe muak (mumpung gratis!) Somehow lombok’s durian is pretty different than other durians I have eaten *ceritanya pengamat duren* It’s very sweet with more “nyesshhhh” taste like alcohol when you bite it. Nyummmmmmm :p&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: inherit; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Well those were our first stories during our long trip to Flores. After having enough of durians and mangosteen, the driver took us back to the bus station. He even offered us some other durians for us to kept for the long journey, but no. Satu bis bakal mabok kalo bekel gue dan Aby adalah duren.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: inherit; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Thus, we left Lombok on the 26 hours long haul bus ride to Labuan Bajo, Flores.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: inherit; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: inherit; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Stay cool!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: inherit; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Tami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279665359996765346-8102912531413457528?l=t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/feeds/8102912531413457528/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279665359996765346&amp;postID=8102912531413457528' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/8102912531413457528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/8102912531413457528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/2012/01/lombok-gili-terawangan-bumbang-beach.html' title='Lombok: Gili Terawangan, Bumbang Beach, Kebon Duren!'/><author><name>Utami Sandyarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12691509765109422685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtbVZTcz1lM/Tq24oCHkDRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/K_5QKmPULH8/s220/IMG_0060aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VHokqZ4V8ek/Tx_etpw8A_I/AAAAAAAAA34/dvmAyooOddk/s72-c/lombok1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279665359996765346.post-6186455298860852785</id><published>2011-11-03T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T10:16:36.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the point of cleaning up when it's gonna get messy again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;"&amp;nbsp;Maybe life is a journey without destination. The only certainty about life’s destination is death. So why hurry? Why go so fast? Why not go through the road of life ambling, enjoy the sceneries, behold the flowers, befriend the fellow travelers, joke with them, have fun and give a hand to those who are tired and limping and make their journey pleasant too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Yes, most of the things we were told were lies. Every day we discover new things and realize what we knew before was a lie. Up and down, east and west, truth and falsehood, good and bad, are all illusions. Your up is down to someone else. Your east is west to another person, your truth is falsehood to your neighbor and what is good for you can be bad for the next guy. But there is one thing that is not an illusion and that is the fact that we exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;In the road of life, there are thorns and thistles. There are cliffs and precipices. There are hardships to overcome. And at times, the journey can become tiresome. But there are also flowers that grow alongside the road. There are beautiful sceneries to see, interesting people to meet and good companions to cherish. The journey can become joyous when you walk in good company, and when you are surrounded by people that you love and who love you. It is also joyous when you have a purpose to live for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Maybe there is nothing but the road! Maybe the journey is all there is. For all we know, this journey is real. Its origin and destination may not be. So what is the rush? Why to overrun others? Where do you think you are going so fast? What if the road of life is to nowhere? Why inflict so much pain on ourselves and on others for a fantasy? Why not enjoy the journey instead and make it pleasant for our fellow travelers?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I quoted this from someone whom I can't post the name here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279665359996765346-6186455298860852785?l=t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/feeds/6186455298860852785/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279665359996765346&amp;postID=6186455298860852785' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/6186455298860852785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/6186455298860852785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/2011/11/whats-point-of-cleaning-up-when-its.html' title='What&apos;s the point of cleaning up when it&apos;s gonna get messy again?'/><author><name>Utami Sandyarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12691509765109422685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtbVZTcz1lM/Tq24oCHkDRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/K_5QKmPULH8/s220/IMG_0060aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279665359996765346.post-4137078242944700072</id><published>2011-11-02T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T23:49:27.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DEUTSCHLAND</title><content type='html'>"deutschland.uber.alles@hotmail.com" USED to be my email for years. Until it got blocked by hotmail for spamming ._. ofcourse it wasnt me, but these unknown jerks somehow hacked my account and used it to spam. Well yes, I did chose that name cause Germany was one of my favourite country in the world. It all started because of World Cup. In 2002, I watched my first world cup and fell in love instantly with that team. There were still Oliver Kahn, Oliver Neuville, Schneider, Ballack, and my favourite one, KLOSE! That good ol team. It's not that I dont like the recent team, in fact I looove them but somehow I love the previous one more hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I applied for 2 week visa in Europe and I had 4 days left to hang around, I decided to go to Germany in a hope to meet Miroslav Klose!!! --kampung banget I know. Hahaha. Thus I flew from Oslo to Munich, since Klose was still at Bayern Munchen at that time. When I arrived I took the train alone to city center of Munich, walked around alone under the snow in the middle of the night to look for WOMBATS Hostels&amp;nbsp;where I already booked a bed there. It was a pretty cheap but a very decent accommodation, I would definitely recommend it to you if you intent to surf around in Bavarians, they have one in Munich, Berlin, and Vienna. The hostel was very clean, sleek, and it seemed very friendly for young backpackers, and although I was in a shared dorm (6-beds in one room) but it was very save. The caretakers were very helpful and friendly indeed, they knew how to get to A from B with C. Plus they also provide the backpackers free internet and some lousy couches. Besides rooms, they also have a bar where all the fellow travelers meet up, share, or just hang around drinking. You can check their website &lt;a href="http://www.wombats-hostels.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn3.rtstc.com/media/lg/d0/08/d008797394-Wombats_Hostel_Munich.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://cdn3.rtstc.com/media/lg/d0/08/d008797394-Wombats_Hostel_Munich.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.travelpod.com/tw_slides/ta00/9fe/cca/hostel-dorm-room-wombats-city-hostel-munich-bavaria-hotel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="358" src="http://images.travelpod.com/tw_slides/ta00/9fe/cca/hostel-dorm-room-wombats-city-hostel-munich-bavaria-hotel.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(I took both of these photos from the internet since I didnt take any when I was there)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After checking in, I decided to take a nightwalk around my hostel and the central station or in German, "Hauptbahnhof". After walking around for 1-2hours, bought some toilettries, got some Turkish blokes staring at me, stopped in front of 'adult-store', stuck in the middle of 2 fighting drunk men, I decided to go back to the hostel. Hmm I wont recommend any girl to walk around that city alone at night. When I got back to my room, I joined two of my roommates to the bar since we got 3 free beers coupons, yay. After sharing some interesting stories about our journeys, acting out SNSD and other korean's girlbands moves, and finding out that even the korean boys hate their own boybands (my roommates were 2 young south-korean boys), we went back to our room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;The city of Munich is best explored by&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;metro railway (S-Bahn), subway (U-Bahn), Tram, bus, and on foo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;t&lt;i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You can buy daily pass for train, which you can use to go anywhere anytime as many as you want for one day, and it's not expensive, 10euro per diem, rather than buying one way ticket for 2.3euro each time you go. As long as you take the metro&amp;amp;subway map with you, it's as easy as a-b-c to travel around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;As I have stated before, Why I chose Munich out of other German cities, is because of Bayern Munchen, to be exact, it's because of Klose huahahaha. Sick, I know. But I was really eager to meet him! On that day, I planned to go to Allianz Arena, the home stadium of Bayern Munchen.&amp;nbsp;The stadium is located on the outskirt north of Munich, in a district called&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Fröttmaning. P&lt;/span&gt;retty quite, seemed that not many people go there,&amp;nbsp;apparently&amp;nbsp;it looked like a dead city. But anyway, I kept walking along from the train station to the stadium, which was around 3km away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Once I got there, I found difficulties in finding the entrance since it was HUMONGOUS. But since my ability in orientation is pretty good, I manage to made my way to the ticket booth of stadium tour. The tourguide took us to the spectators seats, press-conference room, to the player's lounge, even the locker room and their bathrooms! Ich mag B-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aOxibYyWpj4/TrEc-zMBAYI/AAAAAAAAAtc/ypJTUmPSBM0/s1600/DSC_0341.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aOxibYyWpj4/TrEc-zMBAYI/AAAAAAAAAtc/ypJTUmPSBM0/s640/DSC_0341.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G0vD9zauJWs/TrEiOtfU9nI/AAAAAAAAAuU/izhZXi54e6E/s1600/DSC_0358.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G0vD9zauJWs/TrEiOtfU9nI/AAAAAAAAAuU/izhZXi54e6E/s640/DSC_0358.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yQTsphvdovA/TrEduH7aswI/AAAAAAAAAts/NqIP3OO5wGc/s1600/SAM_1472.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yQTsphvdovA/TrEduH7aswI/AAAAAAAAAts/NqIP3OO5wGc/s640/SAM_1472.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E0x03uDrhEk/TrEitkRinMI/AAAAAAAAAuc/aSJwLIqGyds/s1600/DSC_0362.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="422" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E0x03uDrhEk/TrEitkRinMI/AAAAAAAAAuc/aSJwLIqGyds/s640/DSC_0362.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0CpzPvkPQqs/TrEeYrZeCaI/AAAAAAAAAt0/0wgBGFNjK9k/s1600/SAM_1478.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0CpzPvkPQqs/TrEeYrZeCaI/AAAAAAAAAt0/0wgBGFNjK9k/s640/SAM_1478.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Iq1_wWuHLAU/TrEhzKpcwkI/AAAAAAAAAuM/-atb3-5QAvY/s1600/DSC_0346.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Iq1_wWuHLAU/TrEhzKpcwkI/AAAAAAAAAuM/-atb3-5QAvY/s640/DSC_0346.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WXvSSvsFYQ8/TrEgQj0ohyI/AAAAAAAAAt8/hMt4geonmy8/s1600/SAM_1488.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="358" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WXvSSvsFYQ8/TrEgQj0ohyI/AAAAAAAAAt8/hMt4geonmy8/s640/SAM_1488.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BXKlVFBiHfA/TrEdT52opLI/AAAAAAAAAtk/vzuWPGv8fm0/s1600/SAM_1494.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BXKlVFBiHfA/TrEdT52opLI/AAAAAAAAAtk/vzuWPGv8fm0/s640/SAM_1494.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WXvSSvsFYQ8/TrEgQj0ohyI/AAAAAAAAAt8/hMt4geonmy8/s1600/SAM_1488.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;In case you ask, no I didnt meet Miroslav Klose or anyone there. Bollocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving AllianzArena and Frotmanning, I took the train to the famous Marienplatz! It's the city of center of Munich, the pedestrian shopping square, and the center of the old-town Munich. The architectures were very gothic, many of them were originally built in 19th century, you can also see dozens of Bavarian rulers miniature statues.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3e3e3e; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;One of the famous site in Marienplatz or Odeonplatz is the old glockenspiel or giant bells,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px;"&gt;consisting of 43 bells accompanied by performing little cute mechanical marionettes. That was a very classical place, it made you thinking about those glorious bavarian rulers in their ages..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gKpmAskTmeQ/TrIIlFUgzCI/AAAAAAAAAvE/gJ0r3Twx3QE/s1600/SAM_1498.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gKpmAskTmeQ/TrIIlFUgzCI/AAAAAAAAAvE/gJ0r3Twx3QE/s640/SAM_1498.jpg" width="374" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BrnCaDN9Xcw/TrIJ2HIgGfI/AAAAAAAAAvM/lRgSjadKHek/s1600/SAM_1499.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BrnCaDN9Xcw/TrIJ2HIgGfI/AAAAAAAAAvM/lRgSjadKHek/s640/SAM_1499.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2IboXp9EUF0/TrILS0LMLYI/AAAAAAAAAvU/uvIKNVvA6II/s1600/SAM_1500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2IboXp9EUF0/TrILS0LMLYI/AAAAAAAAAvU/uvIKNVvA6II/s640/SAM_1500.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fyoYM33OhCg/TrILu8YupyI/AAAAAAAAAvc/-OMtb-M30M0/s1600/SAM_1502.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fyoYM33OhCg/TrILu8YupyI/AAAAAAAAAvc/-OMtb-M30M0/s640/SAM_1502.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Having explored Marienplatz for couple of hours and having enough of the cold, I went back to Wombats and asked the receptionist about the best way to go to Berlin, the capital city of Germany. The guy recommended me 'mitfahren', i don't know whats the proper word in English but you can say that its a more proper way of 'hitchhiking'. &lt;a href="http://www.mitfahrgelegenheit.de/" target="_blank"&gt;Click here to go the official site of mitfahren.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;In that website, you only have to insert which city you wanna go to, and the date of your departure. Then the website will give you a list of people with their cars, who are willing to share a ride with you, you can see what time they're leaving, from where, and how much you should pay (ofcourse WAAY cheaper than any other transportation). I think it's a very efficient way for low-budget travelers to move from one city to another, you can save money and you do something to reduce Co2. Alas, I found someone who was going the same direction with me tomorrow to Berlin and we made appointment to meet up at the eastern-station at 8AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note that my cellphone didnt work in Europe. Next morning, I did what he told me to meet up at 8AM in the eastern station. But I didnt where exactly in the station, I walked around with my heavy luggage (I didnt use carrier cause it didnt fit all of my thick winter clothes and coats), up and down the stairs, in and out of the station but I couldnt find that guy. I used the public phone to call him, buuuut it didnt rang. I even&amp;nbsp;desperately&amp;nbsp;asked people if i could borrow their cellphones -_- And people kept on saying "no, sorry""uhm no i dont have cellphone." what the flock. Hopelessly, I looked for a place where I could just sit down and calm my self down, and WARM my self up. But McDonald's wasnt even opened yet at that time....... Though I did manage to find a place. I think that was the gloomiest moment of my trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to the train station and found that a train to Berlin could cost me 150euro. That's quite much. So without further ado, spontaneously i took the train to the airport and found last-minute ticket deal to Berlin for 130euro, and yes obviously I took it. Phew, finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriving in Berlin, I was picked up by a friend of mine who's studying in that city, Ichan. Glad to finally met someone from Indonesia hahaha. He lent me his dorm for me to stay for 2 days. Berlin in fact WAS WARM. I was so happy that I didnt have to wear layers and layers of clothes. Not warm as in literally warm, but at least it was less colder than any other cities I've been to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word, oh hangon 3 words actually: I LOVE BERLIN!! I didnt regret even for a second&amp;nbsp;choosing that city to visit. The weather, the places, the people, the buildings, are like the mixture of old-age majesty, knowledge, and avant-gardism. It was indeed the city of museums, they even had this small island called "Museum-insel" or museum islands, small island filled with museums hahaha. We visited Pergamon museum, filled with middle-eastern antiques and Islamic art, Altes Museum of classical antiques and Greek's art, &amp;nbsp;and Neues Museum of pre-historic antiques and Egyptian art,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Deutsche Demokratische Republik (DDR) Museum &amp;nbsp;one of world's most interactive museum! Aaand Madame Tussaud Berlin hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Isnt it odd for it was Ichan's first time to do a museum tour after living in Berlin for 3 years -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-10j8noPwQ3c/TrIcm3mTECI/AAAAAAAAAv8/AwC3dxpcHNs/s1600/DSC_0450.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-10j8noPwQ3c/TrIcm3mTECI/AAAAAAAAAv8/AwC3dxpcHNs/s640/DSC_0450.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SHpcAJBpzag/TrIY1eHAoeI/AAAAAAAAAvs/PkwFDSF4JqA/s1600/DSC_0427.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="422" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SHpcAJBpzag/TrIY1eHAoeI/AAAAAAAAAvs/PkwFDSF4JqA/s640/DSC_0427.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you guys who know the history of Germany, they were partly divided by allied occupation into two nations after 1945, West Germany and East Germany until in 1990 they were finally reunified. Berlin as the capital city was the checkpoint to go to one another. The places I told you before were mostly located in the west part of Berlin, more developed, modern, and packed out . While the next day when I walked around in the eastern part of Berlin looking for a good used-bookstore, it was pretty dark, melancholic, hollow, cloak-and-dagger kind of city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KCFubKmQ-o0/TrIklQ064eI/AAAAAAAAAxE/YC99mck76Mc/s1600/DSC_0374bw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KCFubKmQ-o0/TrIklQ064eI/AAAAAAAAAxE/YC99mck76Mc/s640/DSC_0374bw.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b4ux_Gt6-Vc/TrIkvj3WW0I/AAAAAAAAAxM/7FBwf_9B76U/s1600/DSC_0382bw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b4ux_Gt6-Vc/TrIkvj3WW0I/AAAAAAAAAxM/7FBwf_9B76U/s640/DSC_0382bw.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tsM-QBm1khk/TrIlIFIDJ1I/AAAAAAAAAxU/XHmbiAtwj8w/s1600/DSC_0388.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tsM-QBm1khk/TrIlIFIDJ1I/AAAAAAAAAxU/XHmbiAtwj8w/s640/DSC_0388.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FfdZVQjA32Y/TrIlV8_pouI/AAAAAAAAAxc/V3kGVW3oF4g/s1600/DSC_0400bw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FfdZVQjA32Y/TrIlV8_pouI/AAAAAAAAAxc/V3kGVW3oF4g/s640/DSC_0400bw.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ReP_a5yPYAM/TrIlaY2081I/AAAAAAAAAxk/eBwqiwKEeQ4/s1600/DSC_0401bw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="184" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ReP_a5yPYAM/TrIlaY2081I/AAAAAAAAAxk/eBwqiwKEeQ4/s640/DSC_0401bw.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7vUHWxmlml4/TrIllnvLKvI/AAAAAAAAAxs/vqX_9HVIaxM/s1600/DSC_0407bw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7vUHWxmlml4/TrIllnvLKvI/AAAAAAAAAxs/vqX_9HVIaxM/s640/DSC_0407bw.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Enough with the emo stuff. What I don't get about Berlin is that you have to pay for peeing, I know it's common in Indonesia as well but it only cost you about 500-1000perak right? I mean, I wouldn't have to be that neurotic after I peed if it didnt cost me 1euro!!! Yes that was the most expensive toilet I've ever been into. 1 euro = 12.000ribu rupiah. Since it was expensive and gue gamau rugi, i stayed longer than I have to inside the toilet &amp;nbsp;box muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But another thing I love about Berlin is the kebab! One of the most delicious kebab I;ve ever eaten!!! And also the biggest one. I didnt even know where to start eating, aber ich mag B-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WaUpg45pDrM/TrInxcfPbdI/AAAAAAAAAx0/fvrbbKoFbhw/s1600/SAM_1503.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WaUpg45pDrM/TrInxcfPbdI/AAAAAAAAAx0/fvrbbKoFbhw/s640/SAM_1503.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the last day, I&amp;nbsp;successfully took the mitfahren to Frankfurt airport, with a guy's top-notch VW-Golf muahahaha.&amp;nbsp;It was pretty weird and I was bit worried as well, hitchhiking a stranger's car, on a stranger's country, alone ._. Haha but we did manage to break the ice though, and he was a very nice guy, and he drove his car 150-200km/hour. Talking about stoked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that was my recent trip to Germany, last February. Although no I didnt meet Miroslav Klose, at least I met Jurgen Klinsmann........wax figure. Vieeeelen dank Ichan for being a really good host, and not-so good museum tour-guide buahahaha, kiddin. Definitely coming back again somewhen I dont know but will do!! Bis bald Deutschlaand! 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7UklV3wsBkA/TrI1nDZI6AI/AAAAAAAAA0U/_8D015yiaoM/s1600/DSC_0538.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="422" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7UklV3wsBkA/TrI1nDZI6AI/AAAAAAAAA0U/_8D015yiaoM/s640/DSC_0538.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S01sBweVMqM/TrI2GnR6-SI/AAAAAAAAA0c/8T8DAxCCEOY/s1600/DSC_0545.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S01sBweVMqM/TrI2GnR6-SI/AAAAAAAAA0c/8T8DAxCCEOY/s640/DSC_0545.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auf wiedersehen Deutschland!&lt;br /&gt;Stay cool,&lt;br /&gt;TAMI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279665359996765346-4137078242944700072?l=t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/feeds/4137078242944700072/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279665359996765346&amp;postID=4137078242944700072' title='2 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/4137078242944700072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/4137078242944700072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/2011/11/deutschland.html' title='DEUTSCHLAND'/><author><name>Utami Sandyarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12691509765109422685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtbVZTcz1lM/Tq24oCHkDRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/K_5QKmPULH8/s220/IMG_0060aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aOxibYyWpj4/TrEc-zMBAYI/AAAAAAAAAtc/ypJTUmPSBM0/s72-c/DSC_0341.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279665359996765346.post-6861412151642641114</id><published>2011-10-31T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T10:05:33.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have to say this is so funny.</title><content type='html'>I got this from www.9gag.com, "If only history had Facebook..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://d24w6bsrhbeh9d.cloudfront.net/photo/443141_700b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://d24w6bsrhbeh9d.cloudfront.net/photo/443141_700b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;LOL LOL LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay cool,&lt;br /&gt;Tami&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279665359996765346-6861412151642641114?l=t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/feeds/6861412151642641114/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279665359996765346&amp;postID=6861412151642641114' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/6861412151642641114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/6861412151642641114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-have-to-say-this-is-so-funny.html' title='I have to say this is so funny.'/><author><name>Utami Sandyarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12691509765109422685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtbVZTcz1lM/Tq24oCHkDRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/K_5QKmPULH8/s220/IMG_0060aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279665359996765346.post-4745480705311616429</id><published>2011-10-31T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T01:23:10.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gelas, Air, Tuhan</title><content type='html'>&lt;w:sdt contentlocked="t" id="89512093" sdtgroup="t"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 1pt;"&gt;&lt;w:sdtpr&gt;&lt;/w:sdtpr&gt;&lt;w:sdt docpart="869D81E6A6474E97B672763CB1B082F6" id="89512082" storeitemid="X_23B61C84-E47F-476F-BC34-C028AFA86A38" text="t" title="Post Title" xpath="/ns0:BlogPostInfo/ns0:PostTitle"&gt;&lt;/w:sdt&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/w:sdt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="Publishwithline"&gt;Suatu malam di sebuah gerbong restorasi kereta, saya dan seorang teman sedang duduk memandang jendela yang gelap gulita, tidak terlihat apa-apa. Kami duduk, di atas meja tangan kami memegang erat gelas masing-masing yang berisi air. Memecah kesunyian lantas saya bertanya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mungkin saja dunia kita seperti air dalam gelas ini, dan kita manusia adalah partikel-partikel air di dalamnya. Berenang-renang kesana kemari, bertanya ada apa di luar sana. Mungkin Tuhan sama seperti kita, diluar sana dia juga sedang duduk memandang kegelapan di dalam sebuah kereta. Peduli tidak dengan air yang dia minum, sedangkan di dalam sana air-air pusing bertanya mereka siapa."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279665359996765346-4745480705311616429?l=t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/feeds/4745480705311616429/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279665359996765346&amp;postID=4745480705311616429' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/4745480705311616429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/4745480705311616429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/2011/10/gelas-air-tuhan.html' title='Gelas, Air, Tuhan'/><author><name>Utami Sandyarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12691509765109422685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtbVZTcz1lM/Tq24oCHkDRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/K_5QKmPULH8/s220/IMG_0060aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279665359996765346.post-5302133461484432246</id><published>2011-10-30T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T13:13:34.276-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='m'/><title type='text'>NORGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;When you really want something so bad, the world will conspire to make it comes true.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I forgot the quotee, but that's one of few quotes that I really do believe in. You dont know how, but it just happens that way. If you want something so much, and you keep on thinking about it, there is always a way. Always. &amp;nbsp;This story is one my experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fjords, aurora borealis, Svalbard, Nobel Peace Prize, Kings of Convenience, Jostein Gaarder, Alexander Rybak, Vikings are things that may come to your mind once you hear the word "Norway". Indeed, its natural beauty made me put that country into my bucketlist. Last February, I had the chance to finally fulfill one of my life-time dream, stepping my feet in Norwaaay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Attending International Student Festival in Trondheim, Norway, i flew half of the globe up to this cold small country in northern Europe. When I was changing the flight in Frankfurt, Germany, I met the other participant from Zimbabwe who turned out to take the same flight with me to Oslo. When the plane was landing in Oslo, i thought "where the hell am i? is it in north pole already?", since everything was vastly white and all i could see along the horizon was this plain white terrain....... Butterfly flew in my stomachs. Once I arrived in Oslo, it was pretty weird cause there was no immigration booth or anything. Me and that Zimbabwean guy named Jimmy wondered if we could just enter this country without any security checks or anything. But turn out that there really wasnt any (This country really has issue on trust -_-).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z9dN3eT6IKI/Tq1JPK0rOXI/AAAAAAAAAnM/XEjGrZkRb2E/s1600/180118_10150089325944472_683089471_6175103_3279678_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z9dN3eT6IKI/Tq1JPK0rOXI/AAAAAAAAAnM/XEjGrZkRb2E/s640/180118_10150089325944472_683089471_6175103_3279678_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uSpqsUKGyWw/Tq1JMZmG3UI/AAAAAAAAAm8/5lg0ENwxyzU/s1600/168718_10150089325989472_683089471_6175105_4986856_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uSpqsUKGyWw/Tq1JMZmG3UI/AAAAAAAAAm8/5lg0ENwxyzU/s640/168718_10150089325989472_683089471_6175105_4986856_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5oDu0K2b1Yo/Tq1JN0xQqHI/AAAAAAAAAnE/Rr4iiRf2b0I/s1600/168754_10150089325424472_683089471_6175079_3908850_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5oDu0K2b1Yo/Tq1JN0xQqHI/AAAAAAAAAnE/Rr4iiRf2b0I/s640/168754_10150089325424472_683089471_6175079_3908850_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The airport was small and filled with other ISFiT participants, youths coming from every corners of the earth, even from countries you might havent even heard of. But we came here not to represent our countries, races, beliefs, or universities, we came here because we are youths, students, who believed that our voices should be heard. ISFiT is the biggest thematic student festival in the world, and this year's theme was Globalize this: Health.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me, Jimmy and 2 of my new friends from Puerto Rico and China decided to take a walk around the city, before leaving to Trondheim in a 7hours bus-ride. Well, I didnt wear any socks inside my boots that day, cause i didnt know that it would be THAT cold. Walking around the city, we were freeeezed out. Every five minutes walking, we stepped inside a minimart to warm our selves up and continued walking. The city of Oslo was still packed even when the snow was falling in cold February winter. Oslo was more of a traditional mixed with modern kind of city. The&amp;nbsp;architecture was this typical conventional European city.&amp;nbsp;We also visited the parliament building, and the Nobel Peace Center.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RfuS4PSroPc/Tq1HmhtLxVI/AAAAAAAAAms/6_uzvLY5u7U/s1600/DSC_0014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RfuS4PSroPc/Tq1HmhtLxVI/AAAAAAAAAms/6_uzvLY5u7U/s640/DSC_0014.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hopgMbe2B4k/Tq1IpqIWAtI/AAAAAAAAAm0/76ccRxpd5EQ/s1600/DSC_0020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hopgMbe2B4k/Tq1IpqIWAtI/AAAAAAAAAm0/76ccRxpd5EQ/s640/DSC_0020.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oRYp20oIRME/Tq1KrgolPaI/AAAAAAAAAnU/4IwvB_S5-zE/s1600/DSC_0036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oRYp20oIRME/Tq1KrgolPaI/AAAAAAAAAnU/4IwvB_S5-zE/s640/DSC_0036.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A1laHZWFPuc/Tq1LMEkGz4I/AAAAAAAAAnc/3wOBjBB6TiE/s1600/DSC_0072.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A1laHZWFPuc/Tq1LMEkGz4I/AAAAAAAAAnc/3wOBjBB6TiE/s640/DSC_0072.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After couple of hours sightseeing in Oslo, we went back to the airport, took the ISFiT bus to Trondheim for 7 hours. Trondheim, in fact, was the Jogjakarta of Norway. It is the city of students, city of art, traditional mixed with the modern sophisticates. My host family were 4 students, all girls, 2 were sisters. They lived in this very comfy red wooden house, typical Norwegian house. The first night there I was welcomed with a dinner and we had a taco-night! (Taco is like 'mie-instant'nya Norwegian students)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-adzhLTrcyj4/Tq135VmhR5I/AAAAAAAAAnk/VICj_HQhTjk/s1600/SAM_1435.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-adzhLTrcyj4/Tq135VmhR5I/AAAAAAAAAnk/VICj_HQhTjk/s640/SAM_1435.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZCbOVSOyLh8/Tq14fVCdgoI/AAAAAAAAAns/6b60s5gmvoE/s1600/SAM_1196.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZCbOVSOyLh8/Tq14fVCdgoI/AAAAAAAAAns/6b60s5gmvoE/s640/SAM_1196.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, the participants were divided into several workshops and I got into literature workshop. During the workshop there would be games, discussion, activities, dancing, debates, coffee breaktime, etc. I had 30 something workshop friends coming all the way from Nigeria, Guatemala, Tanzania, Brunei, Iran, South Africa, Moldova, Georgia, Canada, Bosnia, Croatia, Serbia, Mexico, Belarusia, Finland, Japan, Romania, Argentina, Pakistan, Brazil, India, Bulgaria, Denmark. They were all very amazing people, journalists, scriptwriters, poets, some of them already had their own anthologies, or at least they were on social project, people who really dedicate their lives to open the world's eyes through their writings and words. I felt like i was just a living chunk of meat interfering the brainy discussions............ although im meatless&amp;nbsp;t(-_-t)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tr20L8jndrA/Tq2D_R0OT6I/AAAAAAAAAn0/oENpicAIRU8/s1600/SAM_1199.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tr20L8jndrA/Tq2D_R0OT6I/AAAAAAAAAn0/oENpicAIRU8/s640/SAM_1199.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uX_Te0xaSyw/Tq2FRhgYVjI/AAAAAAAAAn8/dutLv8NePqA/s1600/SAM_1262.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uX_Te0xaSyw/Tq2FRhgYVjI/AAAAAAAAAn8/dutLv8NePqA/s640/SAM_1262.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MCZMBhtlucc/Tq2GIALnLWI/AAAAAAAAAoE/2GZOyO8oSEk/s1600/180809_1904633055001_1216996698_32360027_504789_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MCZMBhtlucc/Tq2GIALnLWI/AAAAAAAAAoE/2GZOyO8oSEk/s640/180809_1904633055001_1216996698_32360027_504789_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_s1oPvPyktQ/Tq2GJYL6aTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/k1bJvtT7Hq8/s1600/189606_10150452329260341_653245340_18071580_4031195_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_s1oPvPyktQ/Tq2GJYL6aTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/k1bJvtT7Hq8/s640/189606_10150452329260341_653245340_18071580_4031195_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8llwk7BYxc/Tq2GLMQndFI/AAAAAAAAAoU/IvKrmag-zMg/s1600/196861_10150452326695341_653245340_18071552_5706448_n+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8llwk7BYxc/Tq2GLMQndFI/AAAAAAAAAoU/IvKrmag-zMg/s640/196861_10150452326695341_653245340_18071552_5706448_n+%25281%2529.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xZ3IN44DUjg/Tq2GMpU_qoI/AAAAAAAAAoc/9KsOkPzaHo0/s1600/199960_10150424908180408_591510407_17187838_3234873_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xZ3IN44DUjg/Tq2GMpU_qoI/AAAAAAAAAoc/9KsOkPzaHo0/s640/199960_10150424908180408_591510407_17187838_3234873_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FlhAqpWPlK4/Tq2GOCNaqEI/AAAAAAAAAok/K6CkqHAFyo4/s1600/200781_10150452323840341_653245340_18071518_196520_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FlhAqpWPlK4/Tq2GOCNaqEI/AAAAAAAAAok/K6CkqHAFyo4/s640/200781_10150452323840341_653245340_18071518_196520_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the workshop, we usually spend time strolling around the town, buying souvenirs, sightseeing until night came and it was time for plenary session. In that session, all participants would gather in the big hall in STUDENTESAMFUNDET (Student Center) and there would be some famous speaker presenting their thoughts and ideas. In this year's ISFiT, we had&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;His Royal Highness Crown Prince Haakon of Norway&lt;/span&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;Student Peace Prize Laureate Dusko Kostic,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;Winner of the Asia Democracy and Human Rights Award of 2008, Dr. Sima Samar,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;Vice President of the International Association for Suicide Prevention&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;Dr. Viljayakumar, Foreign Minister of Norway Mr.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;Gahr Støre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;, and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;two of the world's decidedly most knowledgeable men when it comes to global health:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;Sir Michael Marmot and Hans Rosling. In their previous festivals they&amp;nbsp;succeeded in bringin Desmond Tutu, Dalai Lama,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;former Director-General of WHO Dr Gro Harlem Brundtland, Jose Ramos Horta even&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;former US president Bill Clinton through video conference!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;After the plenary session, it was time for leisure, the student lounge or bar in studentesamfundet would be packed with students and participants, sometimes there would be great DJs like Phanta du Prince or some cool indie bands such as "Team Me" playing in the underground club. &amp;nbsp;The famous "Axis of Evil" comedian, Aaron Kader also enlivened the event I just simply couldnt stop laughing during his stand-up comedy! We also get to watch a circus performance from Circus Khaoom, dancing along during the unique national costumes party, and walked around the town in Walk of Peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nu-lSBPpvG8/Tq2SsR9jBnI/AAAAAAAAAo0/uJgh82sZ984/s1600/185793_1904651655466_1216996698_32360028_7180520_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nu-lSBPpvG8/Tq2SsR9jBnI/AAAAAAAAAo0/uJgh82sZ984/s640/185793_1904651655466_1216996698_32360028_7180520_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_-8eGXlqwCo/Tq2T5o6yFWI/AAAAAAAAApM/iTGLjzKN7cE/s1600/DSC_0147.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_-8eGXlqwCo/Tq2T5o6yFWI/AAAAAAAAApM/iTGLjzKN7cE/s640/DSC_0147.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WM2xjCzCxpQ/Tq2i2zFgGOI/AAAAAAAAArM/PkIeVQ42UhQ/s1600/181998_1702394291763_1595140238_1536462_1126461_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WM2xjCzCxpQ/Tq2i2zFgGOI/AAAAAAAAArM/PkIeVQ42UhQ/s640/181998_1702394291763_1595140238_1536462_1126461_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_wI6J78kFR8/Tq2i4U6PVlI/AAAAAAAAArU/6r2nXlKXsuU/s1600/183425_1904589093902_1216996698_32359978_6482638_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_wI6J78kFR8/Tq2i4U6PVlI/AAAAAAAAArU/6r2nXlKXsuU/s640/183425_1904589093902_1216996698_32359978_6482638_n.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;Besides the plenary session, workshop sessions, sightseeing, parties etc, we also had a chance to try cross-country skiing! That was a real new experience to me, fell twice on my butts! We also did this sleighing thingy and it was so much fun! Many of the participants had never tried skiing before, &amp;nbsp;it was so funny watching those people kept on falling on their butts!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oTxdZQKdas0/Tq2ZxNkdmaI/AAAAAAAAAp8/8NujClZ2bXI/s1600/CSC_0223.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oTxdZQKdas0/Tq2ZxNkdmaI/AAAAAAAAAp8/8NujClZ2bXI/s640/CSC_0223.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EUa5OIJ-V8I/Tq2awftbZRI/AAAAAAAAAqE/Ne6Vahuq83M/s1600/DSC_0219.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EUa5OIJ-V8I/Tq2awftbZRI/AAAAAAAAAqE/Ne6Vahuq83M/s640/DSC_0219.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mnt8pIQCXHA/Tq2bbtfleCI/AAAAAAAAAqM/f8v0TugFwvE/s1600/DSC_0225.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mnt8pIQCXHA/Tq2bbtfleCI/AAAAAAAAAqM/f8v0TugFwvE/s640/DSC_0225.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-We9T_xJJDwg/Tq2bhrBlsII/AAAAAAAAAqU/UAkG887EU9Y/s1600/171849_10150097040222020_602432019_6073179_5372419_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-We9T_xJJDwg/Tq2bhrBlsII/AAAAAAAAAqU/UAkG887EU9Y/s640/171849_10150097040222020_602432019_6073179_5372419_o.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-84MmcuDXeqQ/Tq2c3MDVu5I/AAAAAAAAAqc/WtpL-uSRTWE/s1600/DSC_0238.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-84MmcuDXeqQ/Tq2c3MDVu5I/AAAAAAAAAqc/WtpL-uSRTWE/s640/DSC_0238.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;ISFiT 2011 in Norway really was one of my life-time most amazing experience, it really has widened my view of the world, opened new perspectives, and ofcourse, new networks! Although the temperature could get til -15 degree celcius, but all the experiences i got there was really worth it. During my night-ride on a bus back to Oslo, i reflected through those 10 days in Trondheim, amazing. As I gazed through the window, the stars were all blinking above, and sometimes the moonlight reflected on the shadowy fjords. 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Got bored of those 3Gili's, I decided to come up with a new Gili which isnt as famous as those 3Gili's but it's better, it's called Gili Nanggu. Located on south west of Lombok, near the harbour, it isnt main tourist destination. It isnt the place where you go out and drink or dance or party like in Gili Terawangan. It's actually a place for those who wants to hideaway from the hush and rush of the city life, this place is like the antonym of Kuta beach Bali or Lombok's Terawangan or Senggigi, a small stranded private island where you can just lay down on the beach alone, stargaze, and ponder just about anything that crosses your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I can remember I think we went offshore with our rented small boat from a small motel called Dolphin Bay, and once we got ashore, I knew that this place was going to be a great restful place! White sandy beach and&amp;nbsp;turquoise clear water&amp;nbsp;welcomed us, we walked to the receptionist and voila! A small brownish Kintamani dog greeted us! (Im not sure about the breed of the dog though, i think it's kintamani but i dunno) The island was very quite and desolate, and we met only a few other tourists. They only has dozens of cottages run by the island owner and one restaurant in that island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the sun was setting, I took a walk by myself around the island, but adorably, this dog (Bintang was his name) kept on following me. Well i thought i could use a company. So we walked along the shoreline, as the sun was setting, reflecting both of our shadows, a girl and a dog. Then we found this huge peculiar flat stone and just sat there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bo_mfQgRUao/TqjfKsyZyuI/AAAAAAAAAkU/FtADWvDhkaM/s1600/DSC_0664.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bo_mfQgRUao/TqjfKsyZyuI/AAAAAAAAAkU/FtADWvDhkaM/s640/DSC_0664.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cicvXeQgm3E/TqjgoSLT98I/AAAAAAAAAkc/C7SivHerYgQ/s1600/DSC_0703.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cicvXeQgm3E/TqjgoSLT98I/AAAAAAAAAkc/C7SivHerYgQ/s640/DSC_0703.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GhYRMBxfR_U/TqjhH5bYqFI/AAAAAAAAAkk/_-PLpVB-j-A/s1600/DSC_0671.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GhYRMBxfR_U/TqjhH5bYqFI/AAAAAAAAAkk/_-PLpVB-j-A/s640/DSC_0671.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AIQdtYOQCyg/Tqjh780rOxI/AAAAAAAAAks/i12BbU2yU_I/s1600/DSC_0707.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AIQdtYOQCyg/Tqjh780rOxI/AAAAAAAAAks/i12BbU2yU_I/s640/DSC_0707.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun had set, and I walked back to the restaurant and had dinner there. After a while, me and Aby had some fun talks with the chef and the boys who worked there. There was also a young navy who guarded the island and he was soo hillarious! He told me that it was very peaceful there but too boring and he was hoping to be placed somewhere else. But everytime his commander checked him on that island, all the other workers there told the commander that he had been doing a very good job in guarding the island, thus the boss wouldn't think of placing him somewhere else. Poor navy ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After chatting with the guys there, I walked around to find Bintang, they told me that usually at this hour Bintang would be lying down alone on the beach. So there I went, to the beach, and I saw this small cute dog lying down alone on the beach. I lied down and put my arms around him, the water kept on tickling my feet as we both stargazed and just set silent, under the moonlight, listening to the night wind breezing. It was one of my most peaceful moment of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, it was time for SNORKELLING!! I rent the snorkel mask for 30rb and instantly ran to the beach. The weather, the water, everything was perfect sunny day there! The underwater life was soo amazing, &amp;nbsp;i just snorkelled near the beach but i could see so many vibrantly colourful fish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O4wnVX-wS04/Tqjm3VPvdNI/AAAAAAAAAk0/TlshuXp8rq8/s1600/DSC_0717.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O4wnVX-wS04/Tqjm3VPvdNI/AAAAAAAAAk0/TlshuXp8rq8/s640/DSC_0717.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYMAIw7wa1I/TqjnyraMI-I/AAAAAAAAAk8/K8juoIK2R0o/s1600/DSC_0723.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYMAIw7wa1I/TqjnyraMI-I/AAAAAAAAAk8/K8juoIK2R0o/s640/DSC_0723.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vAw49nK3FWo/TqjoZCxKp6I/AAAAAAAAAlM/pG1MlMAwFdE/s1600/DSC_0744.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="422" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vAw49nK3FWo/TqjoZCxKp6I/AAAAAAAAAlM/pG1MlMAwFdE/s640/DSC_0744.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xL6HhtlAUrI/TqjoGTTvTDI/AAAAAAAAAlE/mu7Pi6laLUk/s1600/DSC_0737.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="422" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xL6HhtlAUrI/TqjoGTTvTDI/AAAAAAAAAlE/mu7Pi6laLUk/s640/DSC_0737.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the left one is that foolish navy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh we had one funny incident when we were&amp;nbsp;snorkeling!! I was just calmly&amp;nbsp;snorkeling, watching the fishes moving, feeding the fishes, Aby was just peacefuly kayaking offshore, when suddenly I heard a scream from the water "HELP! HELP! HELP!!" and it was my mom!!! A foreign guy was sitting with his family on the beach when he suddenly ran to the water and helped my mom. I really didnt have any idea what was happening to my mom at that time. But the guy kept on telling her "step on! step on!", and my mom kept yelling "HELP ME! HELP ME! IM DROWNING!" then the guy, "YOU CAN STEP ON!!!". *zap* my mom stepped on the sand..................... HAHAHAHAHA HOW COULD SHE DROWN WHEN THE WATER WAS JUST AS HIGH AS HER KNEE!!! I think she was so embarassed but i just couldnt stop laughin!! Plus she had all the people there panicking. What a very&amp;nbsp;embarrassing moment. I pretended that I didnt know her huahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after staying a night there we, we packed our bags and left that small desolated tranquil island. That was just the best beach I've ever been to! No beach can compare, not even gili terawangan or bali or anywhere I've seen. I am&amp;nbsp;definitely coming back there somewhen, and I hope&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Bintang still be there :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-16gRJ_CkMfk/TqjsPw0pyII/AAAAAAAAAlU/8q7ZLrZwYhk/s1600/DSC_0751.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-16gRJ_CkMfk/TqjsPw0pyII/AAAAAAAAAlU/8q7ZLrZwYhk/s640/DSC_0751.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yXOXbSkMNN4/TqjsmavtcKI/AAAAAAAAAlc/IyLXTtwZiJs/s1600/DSC_0765.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yXOXbSkMNN4/TqjsmavtcKI/AAAAAAAAAlc/IyLXTtwZiJs/s640/DSC_0765.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U-AVSKUVG9U/TqjtD3lcn3I/AAAAAAAAAlk/KxYodo0i3ms/s1600/DSC_0771.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U-AVSKUVG9U/TqjtD3lcn3I/AAAAAAAAAlk/KxYodo0i3ms/s640/DSC_0771.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yRsoDTxDoSo/TqjtL8WvvCI/AAAAAAAAAls/Ms2kGxTe274/s1600/BINTANG.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yRsoDTxDoSo/TqjtL8WvvCI/AAAAAAAAAls/Ms2kGxTe274/s640/BINTANG.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yQ7Yje24Zkc/Tqjtp3gFb6I/AAAAAAAAAl0/1_i6CIyaiQM/s1600/SAM_0829.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yQ7Yje24Zkc/Tqjtp3gFb6I/AAAAAAAAAl0/1_i6CIyaiQM/s640/SAM_0829.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P5QJbWU7smE/Tqjt1v3D31I/AAAAAAAAAl8/EcWtJAbHtbE/s1600/gili+nanggu+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="114" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P5QJbWU7smE/Tqjt1v3D31I/AAAAAAAAAl8/EcWtJAbHtbE/s640/gili+nanggu+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay cool as always,&lt;br /&gt;TAMI!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279665359996765346-601239222380562746?l=t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/feeds/601239222380562746/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279665359996765346&amp;postID=601239222380562746' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/601239222380562746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/601239222380562746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/2011/10/gili-nanggu.html' title='Gili Nanggu'/><author><name>Utami Sandyarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12691509765109422685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtbVZTcz1lM/Tq24oCHkDRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/K_5QKmPULH8/s220/IMG_0060aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bo_mfQgRUao/TqjfKsyZyuI/AAAAAAAAAkU/FtADWvDhkaM/s72-c/DSC_0664.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279665359996765346.post-2925440651681058222</id><published>2011-10-26T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T22:44:33.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gunung Rinjani</title><content type='html'>Remember my posting about my ultimate 10 trans Indonesia in which Mount Rinjani was on number one? Now I can proudly say that I'VE CONQUERED THAT THING! It was truly one of my best travelling experience and now i'm gonna tell you my story :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left Malang straight for Mataram, Lombok, by bus. It was a 23hours ride, with couple of roadbumps and mogok for couple of hours somewhere in Bali. Indeed it was very tiring so once we arrived in Lombok we decided to take a rest for one night in Senggigi before hiking Mount Rinjani.&amp;nbsp;Oh and I think it was the night when Germany defeated England by 4-1 in WorldCup 2010. Muaha! The weird thing about our hotel was that they have this huge transparant glass window from the bedroom to the bathroom... Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were picked up in the morning by our guide and went straight to the Sembalun, a small village on the base of Mount Rinjani, it was there where we started our trek. Actually there are two options if you wanna trek Rinjani, you can either start in Sembalun or Senaru, both have their own advantage and disadvantages. Trekking from Sembalun, the sun was REALLY burning us, and we trekked ups and downs through these hills which looked like those hills in Telletubies. I didnt count but Mas Amed told me there were at least 7 hills to go to get up to the crater. Since my mom kept on stopping like in every 5 steps, the guide told me and Aby to go first and follow the porters. The trek wasnt hard cause we didnt cross this huge jungle or anything, basically if you start from Sembalun all you're gonna go through will be this vast open prairies and the sun burning on top of you, you will go inside a forest but only for a couple of minutes and then you'll get out again into what people call i t as "BUKIT PENYESALAN" (Hill of Regret?). The trek wasnt THAT ascending, sometimes you go up but then you go down, and then up and up and up, and down.... and up again times seven hahaha. &amp;nbsp;If it wasnt because of Aby who kept on PUSHING me to go up I could've given up and decided to open the tent wherever I was stopping, but everytime I looked back, the field where I started the trek had become such small dot and it motivated me that I could go this far from that point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But along the way, I saw these sceneries I woudnt have seen anywhere else, on top of that mountain, it was so peaceful, so tranquil, you can just sit back and relax as you see the horizon in front of you. There was nobody else except the trees, the birds, the sound of wind breezing, while the cloud was coming down at you. And yes I did touch the cloud!!! So happy at that time i could actually touch the cloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sb9ebRu2IbI/Tqfs1pFt97I/AAAAAAAAAh0/nE2cAyi892M/s1600/DSC_0099.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sb9ebRu2IbI/Tqfs1pFt97I/AAAAAAAAAh0/nE2cAyi892M/s640/DSC_0099.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ujFwU4zHS9c/TqftqbqrzmI/AAAAAAAAAh8/MOis_6vQ7bo/s1600/DSC_0132.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ujFwU4zHS9c/TqftqbqrzmI/AAAAAAAAAh8/MOis_6vQ7bo/s640/DSC_0132.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hiking up and down for aroudn 9 hours, fell for couple of times, tired as dead, finally, I saw this magnificent view, the crater of Mount Rinjani. I instantly shed tears!!! Really, the feeling when you got to that point was just unexplainable. It was too beautiful to describe, and yet I felt so content after all the efforts I've made to get there. From where I was standing at that time, I could see the Segara Anakan lake and the new Mount Barujari. Gosh.... the view was out of this world, the best one I've ever seen in my whole entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kstixd1RiJc/TqfoR0xQfpI/AAAAAAAAAhU/7j0SoKmqONs/s1600/BB.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kstixd1RiJc/TqfoR0xQfpI/AAAAAAAAAhU/7j0SoKmqONs/s640/BB.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5LRDHxTHr6E/Tqfo4M0QWCI/AAAAAAAAAhc/U-OVXwTzAY4/s1600/DSC_0155.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5LRDHxTHr6E/Tqfo4M0QWCI/AAAAAAAAAhc/U-OVXwTzAY4/s640/DSC_0155.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dmdUzJeAUYs/Tqfq6ppkAAI/AAAAAAAAAhk/KLPp3z1URR0/s1600/DSC_0164.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dmdUzJeAUYs/Tqfq6ppkAAI/AAAAAAAAAhk/KLPp3z1URR0/s640/DSC_0164.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A7eMiFNdOMg/Tqfr9nzUGqI/AAAAAAAAAhs/Phza1oPkyiA/s1600/DSC_0171.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A7eMiFNdOMg/Tqfr9nzUGqI/AAAAAAAAAhs/Phza1oPkyiA/s400/DSC_0171.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;foto terakhir kece beradh sob&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After sheding couple of tears and taking a rest for some minutes, we continue to trek to our campsite called Pelawangan, it is the fourth and last post of the trek. Night came, the sky got darker and darker, and voila! I saw this vibrant colours on the sky, and in an hour it got even darker and gazillions of star started to appear. I had never seen that many stars before, it really wow-ed us! Dark is always affiliated with cold, yes it was FREEZING. Even colder than Bromo. I mean, i wore 2 layered jackets, gloves, and I was still chilling inside a sleepingbag, imagine that! The cold pretty much was a pain in the ass.... I couldnt wake up to go to the peak of Rinjani, Aby did though and he told me he could see the 3Gili's, Bali, and Mount Tambora from up there *gigit jari aja deh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HNgm2Tc5yOY/Tqju_IhCk8I/AAAAAAAAAmE/P1f54PRHiNY/s1600/SAM_0821.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HNgm2Tc5yOY/Tqju_IhCk8I/AAAAAAAAAmE/P1f54PRHiNY/s640/SAM_0821.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Satu2nya gambar agak beres yang diambil Aby dari puncak Rinjani, Mount Barujari&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3HZkaojmZac/TqfwcFttSvI/AAAAAAAAAiE/NyD-Ibk_GNA/s1600/B1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3HZkaojmZac/TqfwcFttSvI/AAAAAAAAAiE/NyD-Ibk_GNA/s640/B1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vny-DWk9YfU/TqfxUahsLjI/AAAAAAAAAiU/waVAF_y0EUQ/s1600/DSC_0244.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vny-DWk9YfU/TqfxUahsLjI/AAAAAAAAAiU/waVAF_y0EUQ/s640/DSC_0244.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vjRBPuVbLtw/TqfwyyN-wZI/AAAAAAAAAiM/wi58u7BLqUk/s1600/DSC_0237.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vjRBPuVbLtw/TqfwyyN-wZI/AAAAAAAAAiM/wi58u7BLqUk/s640/DSC_0237.JPG" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The next morning we went down, back to that "Bukit Penyesalan". and stayed one night in one of the post. On those prairies, we just opened our mat and lay down under the stary stary night~ contemplating about anything we could talk about, counting the shooting stars we caught on our eyes. I could just lay down there forever. But it was getting even colder outside so we went back to our tent and slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xnIFecLw7Xw/Tqf2t8hAdhI/AAAAAAAAAjM/DiyIHSuNeVg/s1600/AA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xnIFecLw7Xw/Tqf2t8hAdhI/AAAAAAAAAjM/DiyIHSuNeVg/s640/AA.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZL4FAQ3qDPo/Tqf3K-dcHGI/AAAAAAAAAjU/-rXaneoCLJ0/s1600/DSC_0371.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZL4FAQ3qDPo/Tqf3K-dcHGI/AAAAAAAAAjU/-rXaneoCLJ0/s640/DSC_0371.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HqJTkkvFy0/Tqf3hIOiK3I/AAAAAAAAAjc/gGlix06m_KI/s1600/DSC_0404.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HqJTkkvFy0/Tqf3hIOiK3I/AAAAAAAAAjc/gGlix06m_KI/s640/DSC_0404.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, i looked out and the sky was really clear and bright, Mount Rinjani was just so great and glorious under the ray of the sun. We took some great photos at that time and it was so perfect it looked like in a photo studio -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n32G2veGH3o/Tqf1qRvgk6I/AAAAAAAAAi8/mJ6VRSFq0tw/s1600/DSC_0428.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n32G2veGH3o/Tqf1qRvgk6I/AAAAAAAAAi8/mJ6VRSFq0tw/s640/DSC_0428.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mR6hOh6JSnQ/Tqf15-_ioII/AAAAAAAAAjE/GgsSPfOXxq8/s1600/RINJANI+PANORAMIC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="124" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mR6hOh6JSnQ/Tqf15-_ioII/AAAAAAAAAjE/GgsSPfOXxq8/s640/RINJANI+PANORAMIC.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hOku4kDXo1Q/Tqf1GuAD0JI/AAAAAAAAAi0/GkUh4qnu6dg/s1600/A1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="422" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hOku4kDXo1Q/Tqf1GuAD0JI/AAAAAAAAAi0/GkUh4qnu6dg/s640/A1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After taking some pics, we packed our bags and tent and walked down down down back to where we started this trek. Wow, i finally did hike the second highest volcano in Indonesia, and my mom has fulfilled one of her to-do-list-before-she-dies hahaha. Thank you for all who have helped us during the hike, mas Amet, and all the porters! We couldnt have made it without you guys! :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oxdJxX_LWYU/Tqf64l8YbCI/AAAAAAAAAjk/SMSGKO9TAz4/s1600/DSC_0307.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oxdJxX_LWYU/Tqf64l8YbCI/AAAAAAAAAjk/SMSGKO9TAz4/s640/DSC_0307.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OnYRdNzZNig/Tqf9P7Kou-I/AAAAAAAAAkE/nnXXdI8x6qY/s1600/DSC_0430.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OnYRdNzZNig/Tqf9P7Kou-I/AAAAAAAAAkE/nnXXdI8x6qY/s640/DSC_0430.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zb35Trbrlv0/Tqf7fusLg0I/AAAAAAAAAjs/m08SkcmVEdU/s1600/DSC_0288.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zb35Trbrlv0/Tqf7fusLg0I/AAAAAAAAAjs/m08SkcmVEdU/s640/DSC_0288.JPG" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u9eWVisoZs0/Tqf8asNxWCI/AAAAAAAAAj0/9Bc2X5KlRD4/s1600/DSC_0424.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u9eWVisoZs0/Tqf8asNxWCI/AAAAAAAAAj0/9Bc2X5KlRD4/s640/DSC_0424.JPG" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dge5rH-EU3M/Tqf82blxXYI/AAAAAAAAAj8/LHWreA7nerY/s1600/DSC_0429.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dge5rH-EU3M/Tqf82blxXYI/AAAAAAAAAj8/LHWreA7nerY/s640/DSC_0429.JPG" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Stay cool,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Tami&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;P.S. If you decide to start the trek from Senaru, they told me that the trek was rather difficult than Sembalun. From Senaru, it is pretty ascending so it'll be more tiring, BUT it isnt gonna be as hot as in Sembalun cause you're gonna go through the jungle. But the view of Segara Anakan is better if you take it from Senaru, you'll get to see Gunung Barujari much clearer than from Sembalun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279665359996765346-2925440651681058222?l=t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/feeds/2925440651681058222/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279665359996765346&amp;postID=2925440651681058222' title='2 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/2925440651681058222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/2925440651681058222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/2011/10/gunung-rinjani.html' title='Gunung Rinjani'/><author><name>Utami Sandyarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12691509765109422685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtbVZTcz1lM/Tq24oCHkDRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/K_5QKmPULH8/s220/IMG_0060aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sb9ebRu2IbI/Tqfs1pFt97I/AAAAAAAAAh0/nE2cAyi892M/s72-c/DSC_0099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279665359996765346.post-8514190935979649184</id><published>2011-10-25T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T02:46:04.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gunung Bromo</title><content type='html'>Heiya blogwalkers! Now I'm back to tell my trip to Gunung Bromo in 2010, right after I visited Pulau Sempu. Well in fact, I've been to that volcano for three times yet I never get bored and am still amazed at how stunning it is. Gunung Bromo (Bromo Mount) is located in north of Malang, Probolinggo to be exact. Gunung Bromo is an active volcano, yes it is although it may seem not so threatening but it is. Anyway, I think after 4 times visiting that amazing place it's time for me to share it to the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renting a car from Malang, we went up to Probolinggo, uphill and downhill we went, the sky was getting darker and darker, moreover the air was getting even colder as we got higher. As far as I can remember, we arrived at dawn and it was FREEZING COLD. Yes, you're gonna need a hell of warm clothes, jacket, and gloves if you plan to go to Bromo, though there're gonna be abang2 yang jualan begituan disana, but better prepare so you dont have to spend on things you shouldn't have to. Since I was supersuper tired, i decided to just stay in the hotel. Which wasnt exactly a hotel, it was a 3x3 room with 2 narrow VERY REYOT beds costing us &amp;nbsp;100ribu (yes for all of us, which means 25ribu each person.... ) but i forgot the name of the hotel, it has the bestview and the best spot though and the oldest hotel there as far as i can remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0bk3XAlrJe0/TqbskvHtipI/AAAAAAAAAf8/2QIWg_h5oW0/s1600/SAM_0775.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0bk3XAlrJe0/TqbskvHtipI/AAAAAAAAAf8/2QIWg_h5oW0/s640/SAM_0775.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the scenery in front of our hotel!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1FDmgVzrVUY/TqbsIPziyII/AAAAAAAAAf0/U-uYvDuKwys/s1600/DSC_0321.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1FDmgVzrVUY/TqbsIPziyII/AAAAAAAAAf0/U-uYvDuKwys/s640/DSC_0321.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well uh, we slept like canned sardines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Right after we arrived, Aby and Rio decided to hike through the Pananjakan to see the sunrise up there. I was &amp;nbsp;fuckin tired, its cold, and i've done that before so i wasnt crazy enough to follow them and i chose to stay in bed until morning came. I've seen the sunrise before in Pananjakan, and to get there you must wake up at around 3 and then you either hike or rent a jeep which cost you 600ribu vice versa or an ojek but i dont know how much it cost. I would definetly recommend you to rent a motorbike or share jeep with other tourist, although it may cost more, but walking at dawn in the dark in that freezing cold air without any preparation of warm clothes can be very dangerous. As what happenned to two of my friends, Rio got hypothermia cause he wore jeans and it was wet to dews -_- IF you have prepared everything enough then i think it will be safe to walk up there, but if you're not then you better rent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tjbUYsXMHQw/Tqb2x0bqweI/AAAAAAAAAgM/mYypwgpTmP8/s1600/Mount_Bromo_I_by_sandyarani.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tjbUYsXMHQw/Tqb2x0bqweI/AAAAAAAAAgM/mYypwgpTmP8/s640/Mount_Bromo_I_by_sandyarani.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;View of sunrise from Pananjakan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Once i woke up in the morning at around 8 or 9, I decided to go to the crater of Bromo. I went up there alone since Rio and Aby werent back yet and my mom was tired. I rent an ojek to get me down to the sea of sand( I dunno the exact name of it but thats how i always name it), and then i walked up (there's an option to ride on horseback as well you can bargain it until 25rb i think) and climbed that hundreds of stairs -_- it was super tiring but the scenery? Worth all the energies. Bromo indeed is always one of my favourite destination :-) So after quite a time contemplating about life on top of that stunning mountain with breathtaking scenery *wussah* i decided to step down down down back to the sea of sand, back to abang ojek who took me back to my hotel. I gave him 90 for taking me up, waiting for me, and taking me back to the hotel.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was the fourth time for me, but it always feels like the first time and that's Bromo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uh1gLJjtNuc/Tqb2TrwzEvI/AAAAAAAAAgE/c1yxDqfza10/s1600/F1000004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uh1gLJjtNuc/Tqb2TrwzEvI/AAAAAAAAAgE/c1yxDqfza10/s640/F1000004.JPG" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MlRJrOu9zGc/Tqb3YcYrwKI/AAAAAAAAAgU/rNcV8-p6TSk/s1600/F1000008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MlRJrOu9zGc/Tqb3YcYrwKI/AAAAAAAAAgU/rNcV8-p6TSk/s640/F1000008.JPG" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qF_hpVDhz_g/Tqb3rNOl3aI/AAAAAAAAAgc/fWAtvJ5C2Ro/s1600/F1000011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qF_hpVDhz_g/Tqb3rNOl3aI/AAAAAAAAAgc/fWAtvJ5C2Ro/s640/F1000011.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HAq3xlD5DeA/Tqb398ZODGI/AAAAAAAAAgk/75eLkLgL-I8/s1600/F1000014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HAq3xlD5DeA/Tqb398ZODGI/AAAAAAAAAgk/75eLkLgL-I8/s640/F1000014.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-edrgBkwulgQ/Tqb6tIDHwTI/AAAAAAAAAgs/Q6-BbQWFhPM/s1600/DSC_0210.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-edrgBkwulgQ/Tqb6tIDHwTI/AAAAAAAAAgs/Q6-BbQWFhPM/s640/DSC_0210.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NgO6It0QCgY/Tqb7ODoUdII/AAAAAAAAAg0/DkIXEwagbBM/s1600/DSC_0265.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NgO6It0QCgY/Tqb7ODoUdII/AAAAAAAAAg0/DkIXEwagbBM/s640/DSC_0265.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RWfBCUCtLSY/Tqb7zWKxvJI/AAAAAAAAAg8/EhQcjJSl2w8/s1600/DSC_0250.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RWfBCUCtLSY/Tqb7zWKxvJI/AAAAAAAAAg8/EhQcjJSl2w8/s640/DSC_0250.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VxTQKBLSdJc/Tqb8Npo69CI/AAAAAAAAAhE/SCgqRwJyoVo/s1600/DSC_0291.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VxTQKBLSdJc/Tqb8Npo69CI/AAAAAAAAAhE/SCgqRwJyoVo/s640/DSC_0291.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N0xmqJwlfGs/Tqb8loYbwjI/AAAAAAAAAhM/wfKRVXnwCR0/s1600/DSC_0295.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N0xmqJwlfGs/Tqb8loYbwjI/AAAAAAAAAhM/wfKRVXnwCR0/s640/DSC_0295.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Abaikan tiga foto terakhir. Apalagi foto yang terakhir...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All photos are taken by myself and you should ask my permission first to use it or smth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Stay cool as always!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tami&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279665359996765346-8514190935979649184?l=t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/feeds/8514190935979649184/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279665359996765346&amp;postID=8514190935979649184' title='2 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/8514190935979649184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/8514190935979649184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/2011/10/gunung-bromo.html' title='Gunung Bromo'/><author><name>Utami Sandyarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12691509765109422685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtbVZTcz1lM/Tq24oCHkDRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/K_5QKmPULH8/s220/IMG_0060aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0bk3XAlrJe0/TqbskvHtipI/AAAAAAAAAf8/2QIWg_h5oW0/s72-c/SAM_0775.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279665359996765346.post-5720393812189641741</id><published>2011-10-11T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T02:47:49.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulau Sempu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Halo blogwalkers! Akhirnya gue ada kesempatan juga untuk mengupdate ini blog untuk hal-hal yang (agak) lebih berguna sedikit. Kali ini gue mau cerita pengalaman gue trekking di Pulau Sempu, padahal kesana udah dari tahun 2010 tapi baru sempet cerita sekarang hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohya dalam postingan gue yang berjudul &lt;a href="http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-ultimate-10-trans-indonesia.html"&gt;My Ultimate 10 Trans Indonesia&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;gue menyebutkan 10 spot impian yang pengen gue datengin sepanjang hidup gue di Indonesia. And voila, dreams really do come true! Dalam postingan tersebut gue menyebutkan Gunung Rinjani &amp;nbsp;di urutan nomer 1. Postingan gue itu bulan Januari 2010, dan gue berhasil mendaki Gunung Rinjani di bulan Juli 2010, yak kira-kira 7 bulan kemudian. Dan sampai sekarang bulan Oktober 2011, gue udah berhasil menyambangi 3 tempat di postingan tersebut (out of 10) yang bakal gue ceritain di postingan gue selanjutnya. Berhubung ini adalah pengalaman gue tahun lalu, jadi gue mungkin agak lupa-lupa juga detil ceritanya gue sepanjang perjalanan ke Pulau Sempu gimana, haha jadi maaf ya kalo kurang lengkap :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! *menarik nafas panjang* Perjalanan gue mulai bersama nyokap gue naik kereta dari Gambir sampai Jogja, dimana di Jogja gue ketemuan sama dua temen gue yaitu Aby dan Rio yang juga tertarik untuk ikut perjalanan gue dan nyokap gue ini. Kemudian dari Jogja sampe Malang, kita naik bus sampe terminal di Malang dan kemudian di lanjutkan nyewa mobil ampe selatan Malang, tepatnya Sendang Biru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulau Sempu itu pulau kecil di bawahnya Malang (kalau di peta), pulau ini sebenernya untuk konservasi burung. Jadi untuk masuk pulau tersebut kita perlu perizinan (yang cuman basa-basi). Sesampainya di Sendang Biru, pelabuhan kecil untuk nyebrang ke Pulau Sempu, kita disuruh izin dulu sama empunya konservasi, bayarnya 20ribu kalo gaksalah waktu itu untuk 4 orang. Setelah dapet 'perizinan' kita carter kapal nelayan kecil untuk nyebrang, tapi gue lupa berapa waktu itu. Kalo nggak salah 200ribu diantar dan dijemput. Pokoknya setelah tawar menawar dan menemukan titik temu, akhirnya kita nyebrang juga tuh ke Pulau Sempu. Ternyata yang namanya laut bagus tuh ga cuma di Bali Lombok doang loh, daerah pantai pantai selatan Jawa juga keren!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gutoLsFjIkw/TpQR90v2PjI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/LtKphXv3I70/s1600/blog1.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gutoLsFjIkw/TpQR90v2PjI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/LtKphXv3I70/s640/blog1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sendang Biru, pool perahu yang mau nyebrang ke Pulau Sempu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sesampainya di Pulau Sempu, jangan bayangkan pulau ini sebagai pulau yang well developed, well maintained, ada penginapan-penginapan lucu dan keren, ada resto-resto dan bar yahud. Kaga usah ngarep ada begitu-begituan deh. Nggak usah resto&amp;amp;bar, orang penginapan aja nggak ada. Satu-satunya cara supaya kita bisa memiliki tempat bernaung ya cuman bawa tenda. Nggak ada juga trek yang mumpuni untuk ngeguide lo jalan kaki di pulau tersebut. Terus sebenernya ngapain gue bela-belain nyebrang ke pulau itu dong? Gue juga nggak tau, orang nggak ada apa-apa. Haha nggak deng. Di Pulau Sempu itu ada laguna yang tersembunyi dan belom diekspos, namanya Segara Anakan (Nanti lo akan sadar bahwa banyak banget tempat di Indonesia yang pake nama Segara Anakan -_-) . Nah Segara Anakan ini adalah tujuan utama orang-orang itu melancong ke Pulau Sempu. Nanti gue bakal jelasin kenapa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok jadi ceritanya gue ke Pulau Sempu tanpa persiapan apa-apa. Gue sama sekali nggak tau medannya kayak gimana, gue sama sekali gatau itu tempat untuk apaan. Yang gue tau cuman.... Ya nggak cuman juga sih, gue emang nggak tau apa-apa tentang pulau itu. Si Aby ngajakin, dia udah pernah, dan katanya keren banget kaya di film The Beach itu lagunanya. Ya gue sih manggut-manggut aja deh. Jadi tanpa pengetahuan apapun tentang Pulau Sempu, gue kesana cuman bawa tas kecil isinya kamera (SLR&amp;amp;Analog), sendal jepit, dan berbalut baju&amp;amp;celana pendek yang gue pake. Udah. Dan gue sangat amat menyesal kenapa gue cuman bawa begituan doang. Kenapa? Karena treknya parah banget. Dan ketika gue bilang parah banget, emang segitu parahnya. Lo bayangin aja, gue trekking 3 jam. Jalannya kaga ada yang beres. Men. Beres disini at least tanahnya bisa ditapakkin lah ya. Lah ini? Kagaaa. Gimana mau napak, orang tanahnya becek, lumpur, licin, dan dibalik becek-becekan itu ada karang-karang yang siap menusuk kaki! Gue cuman pake sendal jepit. Dan sendal gue udah nggak berbentuk, warnanya udah coklat semua. (Emang aslinya juga coklat sih). Gue nyesel tau gitu medannya begini gue pake boots karet sekalian! Alhasil gue nyeker, dan itu juga bukan ide yang bagus, soalnya kaki gue udah ketusuk karang-karang yang sembunyi dbalik genangan-genangan air itu. Seru banget deh jalan disitu, berasa jalan di hamparan paku yang digenangi air.... Terus udah gitu tanaman-tanaman di sekitar kita suka berduri gitu, jadi kalo mau kepeleset atau pegangan, kebeset gitu tangannya sama duri. Hutannya juga masih hutan beneran, lebat, hijau, dan gelap. Tapi sumpah itu tantangan banget jalan di trek itu hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UTkXNTxvUIQ/TpRkfGH6XqI/AAAAAAAAAfg/la703XWVYJs/s1600/blog.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UTkXNTxvUIQ/TpRkfGH6XqI/AAAAAAAAAfg/la703XWVYJs/s640/blog.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Beristirahat dalam damai: sendal gue.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Setelah 3 jam trekking, di ujung pandangan gue melihat ada sesuatu kebiru-biruan agak kehijau muda-an sedikit, bergoyang-goyang, naik turun pelan-pelan................ MEN. Itu air. Gue seneng nggak karuan, karena ya setelah selama itu berjalan di medan minta ampun tanpa persediaan makanan apa-apa. Paling cuma biskuit. Dan kita cuma bawa 1 botol minum masing-masing. Gue nggak bawa, nitip nyokap aja. Haha. Akhirnyaa kita sudah dekat dengan destinasi kita! Saking udah nggak sabarnya kita untuk berenang-renang di laguna itu akhirnya kita berloncatan aja kebawah, padahal kalo mau turun dengan lebih manusiawi ada treknya, tapi kita udah cukup banget dengan jalannya dan kita pun berloncatan ke air. Untung airnya belom dalem, cuman setengah betis lah kira-kira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pemandangan Segara Anakannya Pulau Sempu bener-bener menakjubkan. (Apaan dah diksi gue 'menakjubkan') Serius. Ini kaya di film The Beach --walaupun gue gak pernah nonton tapi katanya sih gitu. Ini bener-bener diluar ekspektasi gue, gue ga pernah membayangkan bahwa diujung hutan belantara yang sialan tadi itu ada pantai seindah ini. Pasirnya luas dan putih banget, airnya jernih banget dan nggak dalem-dalem banget, bener-bener turqouise, dan laguna itu dikelilingi sama tebing-tebing tinggi warna hijau dan goa-goa tersembunyi. Di ujung garis pantai ada karang bolong tempat air laut menerjang masuk. Suasananya bener-bener damai, tenang, sunyi, dan tranquil. Nyokap gue langsung yoga disitu. Gue... kecimpang kecimpung di air. Puas bermain-main di air, gue Aby dan Rio memanjang bukit karang ke suatu tebing, dimana dari tebing itu lo bisa ngeliat samudra Hindia yang limitless. Gue ngeri banget ngeliat ke bawah tebing, allahualam kalo gue ampe jatoh kebawah deh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CCFtIgeuaT4/TpQl4QzpmgI/AAAAAAAAAeg/mAnVCcYBJhg/s1600/F1000030.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CCFtIgeuaT4/TpQl4QzpmgI/AAAAAAAAAeg/mAnVCcYBJhg/s640/F1000030.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Karang bolong lobang keluar masuk air ke laguna&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uimLE0n2IEk/TpRefU0mVNI/AAAAAAAAAew/8QPzQof3-XQ/s1600/blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uimLE0n2IEk/TpRefU0mVNI/AAAAAAAAAew/8QPzQof3-XQ/s640/blog.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sayangnya kita nggak rencana untuk nginep, kita nggak bawa tenda makanan atau apapun jadi kita memutuskan untuk balik sebelum gelap. Dan ini bener-bener disayangkan karena jatohnya capek banget, nikmatin cuman berapa jam doang, tapi perjalanannya jalan kaki 6 jam. Sepanjang perjalanan balik gue berpapasan dengan sekelompok mahasiwa yang dalam perjalanan kesana, mereka gotong-gotong ikan, gotong-gotong botol minyak, ampe tumpah-tumpah ke bawah, ikannya jatoh-jatoh ke bawah. Dan gue, udah nggak kuat lagi jalan di medan kaya gitu. Alhasil? Gue ngesot sepanjang jalan, beralaskan pantat gue yang tahan banting, gue menerobos semua medan dengan berani. Karena jalannya licin jadi menurut gue ini cara yang paling efektif, gue nggak bakal jatoh, dan kaki gue nggak bakal ketusuk-tusuk karang. Ya paling pantat gue rata nyampe ujung. Nyokap gue cepet banget pula jalannya, gue ditinggal dibelakang bareng Rio. Aby ditengah-tengah. Nyokap gue seakan-akan uda expert banget udah entah dimana di depan gue. "Si Ibu yang meninggalkan anaknya". Bukan anaknya yang durhakain emaknya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesampainya di ujung kita menunggu perahu yang menjemput, matahari udah mulai turun dari singgasananya, dan laut yang mulai surut memantulkan cahaya-cahaya ke-merah mudaan, gue membersihkan kaki di genangan-genangan air surut yang tersisa. Mengingat-ngingat perjalanan gue tadi yang bener-bener bombastis dan diluar perkiraan, sambil nyampering nyokap bilang "Tam di pulau tadi kan sebenernya masih ada macan jawa nya yang dilindungin, terus itu pulau kuburan masyarakat di Sendang Biru." Gue tersenyum miris, diujung sana terlihat perahu nelayan menghampiri, kami pun melambai-lambaikan tangan kami, naik ke atas perahu, dan membayangkan petualangan kami berikutnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oBG67bGYjPY/TpRfXapgmDI/AAAAAAAAAe4/HcyMO7Y_htk/s1600/BLOG2.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oBG67bGYjPY/TpRfXapgmDI/AAAAAAAAAe4/HcyMO7Y_htk/s640/BLOG2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gue, Rio, dan Aby sedang menggambar mahkluk-mahkluk imajiner di pasir&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-41-DR9p8h_E/TpRgGVaUzNI/AAAAAAAAAfA/n5Lun6qk5i8/s1600/blog3.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-41-DR9p8h_E/TpRgGVaUzNI/AAAAAAAAAfA/n5Lun6qk5i8/s640/blog3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pemandangan laguna dari atas bukit karang&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lA5-TmmNJI4/TpRjUGuFH5I/AAAAAAAAAfY/bf9uLUR1sFc/s1600/blog5.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lA5-TmmNJI4/TpRjUGuFH5I/AAAAAAAAAfY/bf9uLUR1sFc/s640/blog5.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pemandangan samudra hindia dari tebing karang&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ss2l3vkn3jM/TpRgsfa5RVI/AAAAAAAAAfI/G5cA4Pej_BM/s1600/blog3.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="428" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ss2l3vkn3jM/TpRgsfa5RVI/AAAAAAAAAfI/G5cA4Pej_BM/s640/blog3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gue sebenernya nyari foto emak gue lagi Yoga, tapi nemunya &amp;nbsp;yang beginian&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6RZ3XfhYAs/TpRi7OHqJgI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/h7Bpce_AWQY/s1600/blog4.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B6RZ3XfhYAs/TpRi7OHqJgI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/h7Bpce_AWQY/s640/blog4.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nama: Rio Status: Suku anak dalam&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DiusNov-kX8/TpRlGCJCWzI/AAAAAAAAAfo/ScWWXcm7yew/s1600/blog.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="545" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DiusNov-kX8/TpRlGCJCWzI/AAAAAAAAAfo/ScWWXcm7yew/s640/blog.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;3 penjelajah tersesat dalam hutan akhirnya keluar menemukan peradaban&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sekian cerita perjalanan kali ini, selanjutnya gue bakal ngomongin tentang Gunung Bromo yang nggak ada habisnya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay cool,&lt;br /&gt;Tami&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279665359996765346-5720393812189641741?l=t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/feeds/5720393812189641741/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279665359996765346&amp;postID=5720393812189641741' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/5720393812189641741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/5720393812189641741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/2011/10/pulau-sempu.html' title='Pulau Sempu'/><author><name>Utami Sandyarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12691509765109422685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtbVZTcz1lM/Tq24oCHkDRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/K_5QKmPULH8/s220/IMG_0060aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gutoLsFjIkw/TpQR90v2PjI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/LtKphXv3I70/s72-c/blog1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279665359996765346.post-3584049004412060095</id><published>2011-09-23T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T06:00:34.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Fall in Love with a Cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: .25in .5in .75in 1.0in 1.25in 1.5in 1.75in 2.0in 2.25in 2.5in 2.75in 3.0in 3.25in 3.5in 3.75in 4.0in 4.25in 4.5in 4.75in 5.0in 5.25in 5.5in 5.75in 6.0in 6.25in 6.5in 6.75in 7.0in 7.25in 7.5in 7.75in 8.0in; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Segoe Print';"&gt;I don’t know whether to call this love, I don’t know if this is love, but this feeling has made me feel so joyful yet so miserable, and for the first time ever, I really do care about something else other than myself, and for that I would call it love, my first true love which I feel deep within myself. This love is unconditional for my first true love isn't a human, it's a he, yes, but he had 4 legs, 2 pointed ears, 2 big eyes, his colour is beigish-yellow, yup he's a cat. His name is Sir Diego Lemony Potato Chips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: .25in .5in .75in 1.0in 1.25in 1.5in 1.75in 2.0in 2.25in 2.5in 2.75in 3.0in 3.25in 3.5in 3.75in 4.0in 4.25in 4.5in 4.75in 5.0in 5.25in 5.5in 5.75in 6.0in 6.25in 6.5in 6.75in 7.0in 7.25in 7.5in 7.75in 8.0in; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: .25in .5in .75in 1.0in 1.25in 1.5in 1.75in 2.0in 2.25in 2.5in 2.75in 3.0in 3.25in 3.5in 3.75in 4.0in 4.25in 4.5in 4.75in 5.0in 5.25in 5.5in 5.75in 6.0in 6.25in 6.5in 6.75in 7.0in 7.25in 7.5in 7.75in 8.0in; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;"&gt;He was born on a sunny October 11th 2001, inside a wardrobe, with two other of his siblings, Lola and Liga. His mother was named Liam. There they were, so tiny and vulnerable. Let alone walking; they couldn’t even open their little eyes. Lemon, Liga, and Lola grew up together in my backyard. After school I would go there to play with them, fed them and gave them milk. Lemon and Liga grew up as cheerful happy cats, but not Lola. She's kind of a loner; she's always been an outsider for Lemon and Liga. I don’t know why she didn’t want to get along with her siblings. She was always alone and she wasn’t that active as a kitten. Until one rainy night, when I arrived back home after spending a night in Bandung, I checked my backyard right away to see if they were safe, my backyard was pretty flooded, and they were meowing from on top of a cupboard. I saw Lemon and Liga there, but I didn’t see Lola. Where is she? I looked around, and i saw her lying down, drenched with rain, not moving.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I tried to wake her up but she didn’t give any sign of life. I knew soon that she's not there anymore. She was less than a year old when she died :’( Meanwhile Lemon and Liga were meowing from on top of the cupboard. I took them and tried to calm them down. Those terrified little kittens :'(&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: .25in .5in .75in 1.0in 1.25in 1.5in 1.75in 2.0in 2.25in 2.5in 2.75in 3.0in 3.25in 3.5in 3.75in 4.0in 4.25in 4.5in 4.75in 5.0in 5.25in 5.5in 5.75in 6.0in 6.25in 6.5in 6.75in 7.0in 7.25in 7.5in 7.75in 8.0in; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: .25in .5in .75in 1.0in 1.25in 1.5in 1.75in 2.0in 2.25in 2.5in 2.75in 3.0in 3.25in 3.5in 3.75in 4.0in 4.25in 4.5in 4.75in 5.0in 5.25in 5.5in 5.75in 6.0in 6.25in 6.5in 6.75in 7.0in 7.25in 7.5in 7.75in 8.0in; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;"&gt;I don’t keep cats as pets, I don’t "cage" them inside my house not letting them to go out. I set them free during the day, it’s up to them if they want to hang around outside or they just want to sleep inside the house, and then when it was getting dark usually those cats came back to my house, I fed them and then they slept there. They slept in the sofa but sometimes we would sleep together in my bedroom. And then they would poop in the corner of my room. My mom would get angry and I was the one to clean up their mess. *SIGH*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: .25in .5in .75in 1.0in 1.25in 1.5in 1.75in 2.0in 2.25in 2.5in 2.75in 3.0in 3.25in 3.5in 3.75in 4.0in 4.25in 4.5in 4.75in 5.0in 5.25in 5.5in 5.75in 6.0in 6.25in 6.5in 6.75in 7.0in 7.25in 7.5in 7.75in 8.0in; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: .25in .5in .75in 1.0in 1.25in 1.5in 1.75in 2.0in 2.25in 2.5in 2.75in 3.0in 3.25in 3.5in 3.75in 4.0in 4.25in 4.5in 4.75in 5.0in 5.25in 5.5in 5.75in 6.0in 6.25in 6.5in 6.75in 7.0in 7.25in 7.5in 7.75in 8.0in; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;"&gt;But one night, while the other cats were home, Lemon wasn’t home yet. I started to worry, and I walked around the neighborhood looking for him. But he was nowhere to be found. The next day me and my sister made this paper with a photo of him, "if anyone see this cat please call this number, and there will be a reward" something like that. After a couple of day waiting, suddenly we heard a familiar "meow" from our kitchen's door. We opened it and there he was! Running exhaustedly towards us, he was so dirty and skinny. Maybe he just had a little adventure and got lost :-(&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: .25in .5in .75in 1.0in 1.25in 1.5in 1.75in 2.0in 2.25in 2.5in 2.75in 3.0in 3.25in 3.5in 3.75in 4.0in 4.25in 4.5in 4.75in 5.0in 5.25in 5.5in 5.75in 6.0in 6.25in 6.5in 6.75in 7.0in 7.25in 7.5in 7.75in 8.0in; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: .25in .5in .75in 1.0in 1.25in 1.5in 1.75in 2.0in 2.25in 2.5in 2.75in 3.0in 3.25in 3.5in 3.75in 4.0in 4.25in 4.5in 4.75in 5.0in 5.25in 5.5in 5.75in 6.0in 6.25in 6.5in 6.75in 7.0in 7.25in 7.5in 7.75in 8.0in; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;"&gt;In 2004, me and my family had to move back to Jakarta. But since Liam kept on giving birth to many more kittens and my dad wasn’t really fond of cats, he only allowed me to bring one cat. And in a hope that the cat wouldn’t give birth anymore, we chose a male cat, and that's Lemon. We left them in a restaurant so that they could still have food to eat. It was very tough leaving the other 6 cats behind, I cried for 2 days, whole day long. I didn’t want to talk to my dad for a week. Me and that family of cats had been through so much together. I woke up early morning to pick those kittens up every time they fell into the gutter. But then what could have I done? I looked at Lemon, and he's the only cat I have left and I didn’t want to lose him either.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: .25in .5in .75in 1.0in 1.25in 1.5in 1.75in 2.0in 2.25in 2.5in 2.75in 3.0in 3.25in 3.5in 3.75in 4.0in 4.25in 4.5in 4.75in 5.0in 5.25in 5.5in 5.75in 6.0in 6.25in 6.5in 6.75in 7.0in 7.25in 7.5in 7.75in 8.0in; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: .25in .5in .75in 1.0in 1.25in 1.5in 1.75in 2.0in 2.25in 2.5in 2.75in 3.0in 3.25in 3.5in 3.75in 4.0in 4.25in 4.5in 4.75in 5.0in 5.25in 5.5in 5.75in 6.0in 6.25in 6.5in 6.75in 7.0in 7.25in 7.5in 7.75in 8.0in; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;"&gt;So we started a new life back in Jakarta, Lemon had to adapt to the new house, the new neighborhood, and he was not young little kittens anymore. But since he was the only cat in the house, I put more attention to him. I got to know him much better, what food he liked, his hobbies, his love life... He grew up really fast, and he grew up BIG. My friends who saw him were always shocked at how big that cat was, "WOW He's sooo big like a cub! You sure he won’t grow up as a tiger?" and yes, He WAS big compared to other cats. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: .25in .5in .75in 1.0in 1.25in 1.5in 1.75in 2.0in 2.25in 2.5in 2.75in 3.0in 3.25in 3.5in 3.75in 4.0in 4.25in 4.5in 4.75in 5.0in 5.25in 5.5in 5.75in 6.0in 6.25in 6.5in 6.75in 7.0in 7.25in 7.5in 7.75in 8.0in; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: .25in .5in .75in 1.0in 1.25in 1.5in 1.75in 2.0in 2.25in 2.5in 2.75in 3.0in 3.25in 3.5in 3.75in 4.0in 4.25in 4.5in 4.75in 5.0in 5.25in 5.5in 5.75in 6.0in 6.25in 6.5in 6.75in 7.0in 7.25in 7.5in 7.75in 8.0in; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;"&gt;Lemon, sometimes I saw him not as a cat, but as another human being. But he was in fact very humane. I don’t know why, but I guess it's because he had been living with human beings for so long that he lost his own cat's nature. Such as, cats don’t like vegetables right? And cats don’t eat fruit! But not Lemon, he was very peculiar. He ate durian, in fact, he LOVED it. Every time my mom brought durians home, he would get so excited running around the durian trying to open it. And he always got the part of cleaning up the durian we had left. And oh! He also ate kangkung. Now about his love life, Lemon was such a loyal cat. And being loyal, as a cat, is WEIRD. Cat isn’t supposed to be loyal! They're cats; they don’t stick with one partner for a long period of time. That's why I said Lemon is anomalous, since he kind of had a girlfriend. He used to hang around with this one cat, a female cat, eeeeverywhere. He even brought his girlfriend home; he SHARED his food with her! Isn’t that amazing? He was so not cat-like. That's why sometimes I just couldn’t see him as a cat. He's not a pet, he's like my friend, more than a friend, he's my best friend. Every morning when my mom's door was opened, he would ran to the room and just jumped to my mom's lap and then to my mom's shoulder and he would just sit or lay there, as if telling her to wake up. Even though we couldn’t communicate with proper language, i used to tell him stories i couldn’t tell to anyone. He would just lay down on my bed calmly, listening to my stories. Somehow I understood what he was trying to tell me, and somehow he always understood what I meant. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: .25in .5in .75in 1.0in 1.25in 1.5in 1.75in 2.0in 2.25in 2.5in 2.75in 3.0in 3.25in 3.5in 3.75in 4.0in 4.25in 4.5in 4.75in 5.0in 5.25in 5.5in 5.75in 6.0in 6.25in 6.5in 6.75in 7.0in 7.25in 7.5in 7.75in 8.0in; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: .25in .5in .75in 1.0in 1.25in 1.5in 1.75in 2.0in 2.25in 2.5in 2.75in 3.0in 3.25in 3.5in 3.75in 4.0in 4.25in 4.5in 4.75in 5.0in 5.25in 5.5in 5.75in 6.0in 6.25in 6.5in 6.75in 7.0in 7.25in 7.5in 7.75in 8.0in; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;"&gt;Then one day, I was back home from school and I didn’t see Lemon. "Maybe he was hanging around outside", I thought. Night came and he wasn’t home yet. Morning came and he didn’t come home at all. The next day, I asked my maid if she saw Lemon by any chance, unfortunately she hadn’t seen him at all. I didn’t see him for the next couple of days. I looked everywhere for him, in my neighborhood, even outside my neighborhood in case he played that far and got lost. Every time I went somewhere I would eye-scan the road, hoping I would see a big beigish-yellow cat, hoping I would see him again and brought him home safe and sound. Some people said they saw him here and there; I kept on looking for him in every cat’s face. But I was searching in vain; Lemon was nowhere to be found. Losing my hope of finding him, I began to accept the fact that he's gone forever.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: .25in .5in .75in 1.0in 1.25in 1.5in 1.75in 2.0in 2.25in 2.5in 2.75in 3.0in 3.25in 3.5in 3.75in 4.0in 4.25in 4.5in 4.75in 5.0in 5.25in 5.5in 5.75in 6.0in 6.25in 6.5in 6.75in 7.0in 7.25in 7.5in 7.75in 8.0in; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: .25in .5in .75in 1.0in 1.25in 1.5in 1.75in 2.0in 2.25in 2.5in 2.75in 3.0in 3.25in 3.5in 3.75in 4.0in 4.25in 4.5in 4.75in 5.0in 5.25in 5.5in 5.75in 6.0in 6.25in 6.5in 6.75in 7.0in 7.25in 7.5in 7.75in 8.0in; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;"&gt;I thought about him day and night, it's still hard to accept the truth he's not here anymore. He was 6 years old when he went away. It’s pretty old for an age of a cat. I've heard somewhere that if a male cat knew his time is coming soon, he would leave his home and die somewhere far from his home. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: .25in .5in .75in 1.0in 1.25in 1.5in 1.75in 2.0in 2.25in 2.5in 2.75in 3.0in 3.25in 3.5in 3.75in 4.0in 4.25in 4.5in 4.75in 5.0in 5.25in 5.5in 5.75in 6.0in 6.25in 6.5in 6.75in 7.0in 7.25in 7.5in 7.75in 8.0in; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: .25in .5in .75in 1.0in 1.25in 1.5in 1.75in 2.0in 2.25in 2.5in 2.75in 3.0in 3.25in 3.5in 3.75in 4.0in 4.25in 4.5in 4.75in 5.0in 5.25in 5.5in 5.75in 6.0in 6.25in 6.5in 6.75in 7.0in 7.25in 7.5in 7.75in 8.0in; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;"&gt;It's been 5 years since he's gone, yet at night sometimes I would think about him. Wondering what he's doing... Recalling those moments we had together, and at those times, I would really miss him. 6 years together, Lemon :') I'm sure you are up there in the heaven, safe and sound, resting in peace. But one thing you should always remember, no matter what happen I’m always be with you, always. You are so special to me, how many times have I told you, if you were a man I would marry you, Lemon. (I know this sounds crazy but I do feel that way until now). &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: .25in .5in .75in 1.0in 1.25in 1.5in 1.75in 2.0in 2.25in 2.5in 2.75in 3.0in 3.25in 3.5in 3.75in 4.0in 4.25in 4.5in 4.75in 5.0in 5.25in 5.5in 5.75in 6.0in 6.25in 6.5in 6.75in 7.0in 7.25in 7.5in 7.75in 8.0in; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: .25in .5in .75in 1.0in 1.25in 1.5in 1.75in 2.0in 2.25in 2.5in 2.75in 3.0in 3.25in 3.5in 3.75in 4.0in 4.25in 4.5in 4.75in 5.0in 5.25in 5.5in 5.75in 6.0in 6.25in 6.5in 6.75in 7.0in 7.25in 7.5in 7.75in 8.0in; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;"&gt;Maybe someday I would find my way to you, maybe one day you and I, we will be together for once again. I hope you're listening to me Lemon :) and at that moment, we will stay that way, you will be here forever, never gone away. All my thoughts are with you forever, until the day we'll be back together. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: .25in .5in .75in 1.0in 1.25in 1.5in 1.75in 2.0in 2.25in 2.5in 2.75in 3.0in 3.25in 3.5in 3.75in 4.0in 4.25in 4.5in 4.75in 5.0in 5.25in 5.5in 5.75in 6.0in 6.25in 6.5in 6.75in 7.0in 7.25in 7.5in 7.75in 8.0in; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: .25in .5in .75in 1.0in 1.25in 1.5in 1.75in 2.0in 2.25in 2.5in 2.75in 3.0in 3.25in 3.5in 3.75in 4.0in 4.25in 4.5in 4.75in 5.0in 5.25in 5.5in 5.75in 6.0in 6.25in 6.5in 6.75in 7.0in 7.25in 7.5in 7.75in 8.0in; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;"&gt;Sir Diego Lemony Potatochips, I miss you. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: .25in .5in .75in 1.0in 1.25in 1.5in 1.75in 2.0in 2.25in 2.5in 2.75in 3.0in 3.25in 3.5in 3.75in 4.0in 4.25in 4.5in 4.75in 5.0in 5.25in 5.5in 5.75in 6.0in 6.25in 6.5in 6.75in 7.0in 7.25in 7.5in 7.75in 8.0in; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;"&gt;I love you, always, forever. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: .25in .5in .75in 1.0in 1.25in 1.5in 1.75in 2.0in 2.25in 2.5in 2.75in 3.0in 3.25in 3.5in 3.75in 4.0in 4.25in 4.5in 4.75in 5.0in 5.25in 5.5in 5.75in 6.0in 6.25in 6.5in 6.75in 7.0in 7.25in 7.5in 7.75in 8.0in; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;"&gt;Utami Sandyarani&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: .25in .5in .75in 1.0in 1.25in 1.5in 1.75in 2.0in 2.25in 2.5in 2.75in 3.0in 3.25in 3.5in 3.75in 4.0in 4.25in 4.5in 4.75in 5.0in 5.25in 5.5in 5.75in 6.0in 6.25in 6.5in 6.75in 7.0in 7.25in 7.5in 7.75in 8.0in; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279665359996765346-3584049004412060095?l=t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/feeds/3584049004412060095/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279665359996765346&amp;postID=3584049004412060095' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/3584049004412060095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/3584049004412060095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-fall-in-love-with-cat.html' title='I Fall in Love with a Cat'/><author><name>Utami Sandyarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12691509765109422685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtbVZTcz1lM/Tq24oCHkDRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/K_5QKmPULH8/s220/IMG_0060aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6Jjf2fxX2M/TnyC5YAMNOI/AAAAAAAAAeM/Yx4mxVVnpzM/s72-c/DSC00940.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279665359996765346.post-5828182008064510382</id><published>2011-05-10T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T04:40:04.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruelty Against Cats!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They actually dyed this kitten yellow just like Pikachu!! OMG They are not canvas!! &lt;a href="http://3.media.dorkly.cvcdn.com/14/45/e8778698ee7cec2245a192746b5a8ddc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.media.dorkly.cvcdn.com/14/45/e8778698ee7cec2245a192746b5a8ddc.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.media.dorkly.cvcdn.com/14/45/e8778698ee7cec2245a192746b5a8ddc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They also made tattoo on a&amp;nbsp;Sphinx&amp;nbsp;cat! IT HURTS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sevennationarmy.net/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/cat3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://www.sevennationarmy.net/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/cat3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;they didnt forget the piercing as well. Geezus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sevennationarmy.net/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/cat2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.sevennationarmy.net/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/cat2.jpg" width="282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tossing his cat to the air. You think it's a basketball or something??!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/5578319/tumblr_ldjqg2A4q61qcjtu8o1_500_large.jpg?1292545961" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/5578319/tumblr_ldjqg2A4q61qcjtu8o1_500_large.jpg?1292545961" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whats wrong with you people?! Cat is the most adorable creature on earth. Care to give a little bit more compassion would you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lifeislikeafairytale.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/n522281238_1637768_7252229.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://lifeislikeafairytale.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/n522281238_1637768_7252229.jpg" width="308" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279665359996765346-5828182008064510382?l=t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/feeds/5828182008064510382/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279665359996765346&amp;postID=5828182008064510382' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/5828182008064510382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/5828182008064510382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/2011/05/cruelty-against-cats.html' title='Cruelty Against Cats!'/><author><name>Utami Sandyarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12691509765109422685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtbVZTcz1lM/Tq24oCHkDRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/K_5QKmPULH8/s220/IMG_0060aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279665359996765346.post-5739723328196409180</id><published>2011-05-01T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T10:48:13.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Berakit-rakit kehulu, terus tenggelam kemudian?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Kadang gue ga ngerti dengan pola pikir manusia yang telah terbentuk selama ini, salah satu quotes yang seringkali jadi pegangan semua orang: berakit-rakit ke hulu, berenang-renang ke tepian, bersakit-sakit dahulu bersenang-senang kemudian. Di buku pelajaran SD, di buku peribahasa waktu SMP, sampe sekarang kayanya ga ada henti-hentinya orang ngingetin peribahasa itu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Setelah sebuah pembicaraan random dengan seorang kawan, sebut saja Rano, gue memutuskan untuk tidur tapi ada sesuatu yang mengganjal gue daritadi karena pembicaraan tersebut. Apa sebenernya yang manusia lakukan selama ini? Selalu mencari dan mengejar masa depan sampai-sampai dia melupakan ‘kehidupan’ dia yang sekarang. Itulah mengapa gue ambil contoh peribahasa ‘bersakit-sakit dahulu, bersenang-senang kemudian.’ Gue rasa ada sesuatu yang cacat dari peribahasa tersebut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Seperti semua manusia pada umumnya di muka bumi ini, sejak dilahirkan kita udah dicekokin dengan berbagai macam hal yang akan membentuk kita di kemudian hari, waktu kita masuk sekolah kita ditaro orang tua di sekolah-sekolah yang terbaik, untuk apa? Supaya bisa mendapatkan pendidikan yang bagus dengan harapan kita bisa jadi ‘ORANG’ nanti. Saat kelas 3 SMP kita berusaha keras ngerjain modul dan latihan soal-soal tiap hari, kita belajar, kita ngafalin mati-matian, kita mengejar 2 tujuan yang namanya, lulus dan masuk SMA yang kita inginkan. Begitu kita masuk SMA, kita berusaha keras lebih mati-matian lagi untuk masuk universitas yang kita dambakan. Begitu kita&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;masuk universitas yang kita dambakan, kita berjuang keras ngerjain tugas-tugas dan ujian-ujian yang kadang hampir bikin kita nyerah, tapi terus kita inget peribahasa ‘bersakit-sakit dahulu, bersenang-senang kemudian’, kita kembali berjuang demi mendapatkan nilai bagus. Nilai bagus untuk apa? Supaya di transkrip nilai kita nanti terpampang IP bagus yg bisa mendukung kita mendapatkan pekerjaan yang kita impi-impikan selama ini. Kemudian kita lulus, dapat IP bagus, dan mendapatkan pekerjaan yang selama ini kita impikan, selanjutnya apa?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Terus bekerja mencari uang supaya bisa nabung buat nikah, beli rumah, beli mobil, dan memberi penghidupan pada keluarga nanti. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sadar atau tidak, itulah lingkaran hidup yang sebagian besar dari kita jalani. Ada sesuatu yang salah dari sistem pemikiran manusia selama ini. Selama kita hidup, kita terus mengejar sesuatu, selalu dan selalu, kita terlalu banyak berfikir tentang masa depan yang semu, yang bayangan-bayangan saja. Sampai-sampai kita lupa tentang kehidupan SEKARANG, yang SEKARANG sedang kita jalani. Kita terlalu disibuki untuk membangun masa depan, tak sempatkah kita berhenti sejenak untuk menikmati hidup yang kita jalani sekarang? Rugikah kita jika sebentar saja kita lupakan masa depan, dan menghargai setiap udara yang kita hirup dan keluarkan SEKARANG? Menghargai setiap orang yang kita temui SEKARANG? Menghargai setiap receh yang kita punya SEKARANG, bukan jutaan yang akan kita punya nanti?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mungkin sudah saatnya kita berfikir ulang dalam menggunakan peribahasa 'berakit-rakit kehulu, berenang-renang ke tepian, bersakit-sakit dahulu, bersenang-senang kemudian." Yang ada, kita terus bersakit-sakit, dan begitu kita seharusnya sampai pada titik 'senang', kita akan tetap harus bersakit-sakit lagi demi mengejar 'kesenangan' selanjutnya, dan terus berlanjut seperti itu. Pada akhirnya kita bertanya-tanya dimana 'kesenangan' itu? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Seandainya kita sudah pensiun nanti, mungkin kita akan sadar akan segala moment yang terlewatkan. Mungkin&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;kita sadar mungkin kita tidak. Tetapi begitu kita sadar, kiranya kita sudah terlalu tua, sudah terlalu lelah, untuk ‘make-up’ the time and the moments that we have lost. Kita sudah terlambat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mengutip dari sebuah buku ‘Like The Flowing River’ karya Paulo Coelho,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“ &lt;i&gt;The funny thing about human being is our contradictories. We are in such hurry to grow up, and then we long for our lost childhood. We make ourselves ill earning money, and then spend our money on getting well again. &lt;b&gt;We think so much about the future that we neglect the present, and thus experience neither the present nor the future.&lt;/b&gt; We live as if we were never going to die, and &lt;b&gt;die as if we have never lived&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279665359996765346-5739723328196409180?l=t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/feeds/5739723328196409180/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279665359996765346&amp;postID=5739723328196409180' title='2 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/5739723328196409180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/5739723328196409180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/2011/05/berakit-rakit-kehulu-terus-tenggelam.html' title='Berakit-rakit kehulu, terus tenggelam kemudian?'/><author><name>Utami Sandyarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12691509765109422685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtbVZTcz1lM/Tq24oCHkDRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/K_5QKmPULH8/s220/IMG_0060aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279665359996765346.post-3717542368367780542</id><published>2011-01-16T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T01:16:31.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Humane.</title><content type='html'>"We're all walking around with these glossy eyes. "I'm just tired." we say. But you know what? It's bullshit. Ye, we are tired, but its not all from lack of sleep or works. We are tired of waking up with nothing to look forward to, tired of going to bed exhausted after doing a million things we find no enjoyment in doing it. We are tired of this emptiness that looms over us, even though our days are packed. We are tired of the loneliness that presses down on us even though we are surrounded by dozens of people. SO WHY CANT WE JUST SAY IT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans are so afraid to look into each other's eyes and say, "I am unhappy, I am broken, I am hopeless and weak." We have been accustomed to associate pain with weakness, sadness with coldness, loneliness with unworthiness, difference with disorder, as if these feelings are contagious, as if doubt is something not to be felt but to feared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I say screw all of that. Screw forced smiles and polite handshakes and "I AM FINE, THANK YOU"S. Screw the fear of crying in public place, to hell with fake chipper voice. To feel everything and to feel it all openly. WE ARE NOT METALS. WE ARE FLESHES AND BONES. We can be torn into pieces. Our boiled blood flows trough our cold, humid hands. We are complex and beautiful and we should NEVER HIDE OUR HUMAN PARTS."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279665359996765346-3717542368367780542?l=t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/feeds/3717542368367780542/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279665359996765346&amp;postID=3717542368367780542' title='2 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/3717542368367780542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/3717542368367780542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/2011/01/being-humane.html' title='Being Humane.'/><author><name>Utami Sandyarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12691509765109422685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtbVZTcz1lM/Tq24oCHkDRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/K_5QKmPULH8/s220/IMG_0060aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279665359996765346.post-4253216846032261247</id><published>2011-01-16T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T01:02:07.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe, this is why.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/TTKz8H9x7FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/LysT-gS3lpk/s1600/tumblr_le3c8o0q8y1qaobbko1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/TTKz8H9x7FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/LysT-gS3lpk/s400/tumblr_le3c8o0q8y1qaobbko1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279665359996765346-4253216846032261247?l=t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/feeds/4253216846032261247/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279665359996765346&amp;postID=4253216846032261247' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/4253216846032261247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/4253216846032261247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/2011/01/maybe-this-is-why.html' title='Maybe, this is why.'/><author><name>Utami Sandyarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12691509765109422685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtbVZTcz1lM/Tq24oCHkDRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/K_5QKmPULH8/s220/IMG_0060aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/TTKz8H9x7FI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/LysT-gS3lpk/s72-c/tumblr_le3c8o0q8y1qaobbko1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279665359996765346.post-72545462448574069</id><published>2011-01-15T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T08:49:58.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 Deadly Words Used by Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;FINE : This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;FIVE MINUTES : If she is getting dressed, this could mean HALF AN HOUR. Five minutes is only exactly five minutes, when she has just given you the time to watch football match, before helping her doing something.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;NOTHING : This is the calm before the storm. This means something and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with nothing usually end in fine.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;GO AHEAD : This is a DARE, not a permission. DON'T DO IT.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;LOUD SIGH : This is actually a word, but a non-verbal one which is commonly misunderstood by men. A loud sigh means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing there and arguing with you about nothing. (Refer back to number 3 for the meaning of nothing.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;THAT'S OKAY : This is one of the most dangerous statements a women can make to a man. Thats okay means she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for you mistake.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;THANKS : A woman is thankong you, do not question, OR FAINT. Just say "you're welcome". This is true, UNLESS, she says 'thanks a lot.". That is pure sarcasm and she definetly is not thanking you at all. DO NOT say "you're welcome". That will bring you to "whatever."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;WHATEVER : Is a woman's way of saying F-YOU.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;DONT WORRY ABOUT IT, I GOT IT : Another very dangerous statement, meaning this is something that a woman has told a man to do several times, but is now doing it herself. This will later result in the man asking "What's wrong?" For the woman's response refer to number 3.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Goodluck.&lt;br /&gt;Stay cool,&lt;br /&gt;Tami.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279665359996765346-72545462448574069?l=t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/feeds/72545462448574069/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279665359996765346&amp;postID=72545462448574069' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/72545462448574069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/72545462448574069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/2011/01/9-deadly-words-used-by-women.html' title='9 Deadly Words Used by Women'/><author><name>Utami Sandyarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12691509765109422685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtbVZTcz1lM/Tq24oCHkDRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/K_5QKmPULH8/s220/IMG_0060aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279665359996765346.post-290777398310909280</id><published>2011-01-15T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T08:35:14.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bintang, I miss you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/TTHLkuuje0I/AAAAAAAAAas/vlxzftF_O7Q/s1600/BINTANG2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/TTHLkuuje0I/AAAAAAAAAas/vlxzftF_O7Q/s640/BINTANG2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Bintang, how are you doing? Jadi dibawa ke Jerman nggak ya kamu? I hope I'll see you again, someday :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279665359996765346-290777398310909280?l=t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/feeds/290777398310909280/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279665359996765346&amp;postID=290777398310909280' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/290777398310909280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/290777398310909280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/2011/01/bintang-i-miss-you.html' title='Bintang, I miss you.'/><author><name>Utami Sandyarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12691509765109422685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtbVZTcz1lM/Tq24oCHkDRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/K_5QKmPULH8/s220/IMG_0060aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/TTHLkuuje0I/AAAAAAAAAas/vlxzftF_O7Q/s72-c/BINTANG2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279665359996765346.post-4549166520836794887</id><published>2011-01-15T01:44:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T01:44:29.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lepubtoP5I1qaobbko1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="190" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lepubtoP5I1qaobbko1_500.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279665359996765346-4549166520836794887?l=t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/feeds/4549166520836794887/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279665359996765346&amp;postID=4549166520836794887' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/4549166520836794887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/4549166520836794887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Utami Sandyarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12691509765109422685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtbVZTcz1lM/Tq24oCHkDRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/K_5QKmPULH8/s220/IMG_0060aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279665359996765346.post-6803165274985122666</id><published>2011-01-14T00:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T00:20:18.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This pic is so touching :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lbhs4vT1rt1qbtldso1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lbhs4vT1rt1qbtldso1_500.jpg" width="315" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The homeless guy cant even take care of himself, but he opens himself to dog :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279665359996765346-6803165274985122666?l=t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/feeds/6803165274985122666/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279665359996765346&amp;postID=6803165274985122666' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/6803165274985122666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/6803165274985122666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-pic-is-so-touching.html' title='This pic is so touching :('/><author><name>Utami Sandyarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12691509765109422685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtbVZTcz1lM/Tq24oCHkDRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/K_5QKmPULH8/s220/IMG_0060aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279665359996765346.post-2152583473061539300</id><published>2011-01-13T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T23:37:43.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I hate our generation. Everyone either cares too much or too little. There's so much nonesense and pointless drama. Blame is being thrown around. "I love you" is becoming meaningless as saying "and" or "the". What happened to the world? We got caught up in growing up too fast. We all did."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-just sparkle in the sand&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279665359996765346-2152583473061539300?l=t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/feeds/2152583473061539300/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279665359996765346&amp;postID=2152583473061539300' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/2152583473061539300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/2152583473061539300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-hate-our-generation.html' title=''/><author><name>Utami Sandyarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12691509765109422685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtbVZTcz1lM/Tq24oCHkDRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/K_5QKmPULH8/s220/IMG_0060aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279665359996765346.post-713392524191453548</id><published>2011-01-13T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T23:10:10.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I’m afraid of 13 out of 69 common fears</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt; Cross out the things you’re afraid of and put you’re score at the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;the dark &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; staying single forever &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;being a parent &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;strike&gt;giving birth&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being myself in front of others&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;open spaces &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;strike&gt;closed spaces&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; heights &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dogs &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;birds &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fish &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;strike&gt;spiders&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;flowers or other plants &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; being touched &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fire &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;deep water &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;snakes &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;silk &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the ocean &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;strike&gt;failure&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;success &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;thunder/lightning &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;frogs/toads &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my boyfriends/girlfriends dad &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;boyfriends/girlfriends mom&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;rats&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;jumping from high places&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;snow &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;rain &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wind &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;crossing hanging bridges &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;death &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;heaven &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being robbed &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;falling &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;clowns &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dolls &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; large crowds of people &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;men &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;women &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;having great responsibilities&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; doctors, including dentists &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tornadoes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hurricanes &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;incurable diseases &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; sharks &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;friday the 13th &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ghosts &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;poverty &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;halloween &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;school &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;trains &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;odd numbers &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;even numbers &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; being alone &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;strike&gt;becoming blind&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;strike&gt;becoming deaf&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;growing up &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; creepy noises in the night &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bee stings &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;not accomplishing my dreams/goals &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;needles &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;blood &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dinosaurs &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the welcome mat &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;high speed &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;throwing up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Falling in love&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;super secrets &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you repost this, it’s been requested that you title it “I’m afraid of _ out of 69 common fears”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;If you get more than 30, I strongly recommend some counseling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;If you get more than 20, you’re paranoid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you get 10-20, you are normal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;If you get 10 or less, you’re fearless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;People who don’t have any are liar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279665359996765346-713392524191453548?l=t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/feeds/713392524191453548/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279665359996765346&amp;postID=713392524191453548' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/713392524191453548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/713392524191453548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-afraid-of-13-out-of-69-common-fears.html' title='I’m afraid of 13 out of 69 common fears'/><author><name>Utami Sandyarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12691509765109422685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtbVZTcz1lM/Tq24oCHkDRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/K_5QKmPULH8/s220/IMG_0060aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279665359996765346.post-5488728927562143704</id><published>2011-01-13T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T23:05:11.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something about my room</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Maybe im getting my turn now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I come to this question, i dont know. But everytime i wake up in the morning, nothing excites me, everytime i go to campus, nothing interests me, everytime i go back to my flat, i finally come again to this room filled with mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally realise,&lt;b&gt; when you try to please others, you end up unpleasing yourself&lt;/b&gt;. How i've been trying to fulfill people's expectation about me. Me the smart girl, me the politic-minded girl, me who-wants-to-be-journalist, me who likes to read book about war, conflicts, and terrorism, me the critical minded girl, me who makes good writings. Now what i get is &lt;b&gt;me-who-dont-even-know-what-I-want-for-my-self.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact,&lt;br /&gt;I am NOT that smart.&lt;br /&gt;I am NOT a politic minded girl, I am FED UP with it.&lt;br /&gt;I do NOT want to be a journalist. I DONT LIKE WRITING.&lt;br /&gt;I do NOT like reading books about war, conflicts, and terrorism. I'd rather read magazines or novels.&lt;br /&gt;I am NOT critical. I dont even care about issues around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if you ask me again whether i am happy with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda hard to decide. I'm standing right in the middle of the line. Why? Well you know &lt;b&gt;you've tried so hard and put so much effort&lt;/b&gt; until you have what you're having right now. &lt;b&gt;You've sacrificed &lt;/b&gt;a lot to be the person you are right now. But &lt;b&gt;the person you are right now, is just not the person you want to be.&lt;/b&gt; Plus, it's even more sad when you know you've had them already, and its kind of pity to let it all go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet people will say that i should be grateful for what I have right now. Like everything i've been through, everything i've had, everything i have achieved, &lt;b&gt;many people in this world simply dont have what I have now&lt;/b&gt;, many things that people envy me for. You know what? Fvck with that, i dont want to be grateful! Why should I? You should realise that&lt;b&gt; there are many things in this big big world that people take for granted, which i dont have&lt;/b&gt;! So to put it simple, we are equal. Now say it again that I should be grateful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I am still breathing, living my complex life, contently.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its your time to ask yourself, are you happy with your current life? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay cool,&lt;br /&gt;Tami&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279665359996765346-7189213768943486889?l=t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/feeds/7189213768943486889/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279665359996765346&amp;postID=7189213768943486889' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/7189213768943486889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/7189213768943486889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/2011/01/are-you-happy-with-your-life.html' title='Are you happy with your life?'/><author><name>Utami Sandyarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12691509765109422685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtbVZTcz1lM/Tq24oCHkDRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/K_5QKmPULH8/s220/IMG_0060aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279665359996765346.post-2056670780290441741</id><published>2010-12-24T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T09:52:29.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Killing Some Time.</title><content type='html'>Took this from Olly's blog: &lt;a href="http://stalkernextdoor.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://stalkernextdoor.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Can you legally drink?&lt;br /&gt;Think so, 18 is legal right? &lt;br /&gt;2. Will you be married in the next 2 years?&lt;br /&gt;D'oh I'll still be in college chair.&lt;br /&gt;3. Is it easy for others to make you feel awkward?&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much... nope.&lt;br /&gt;4. What are your least favorite school subjects?&lt;br /&gt;Physics. Period.&lt;br /&gt;5. Who was the last person you called?&lt;br /&gt;my boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you prefer to call or text?&lt;br /&gt;call&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you have a pet?&lt;br /&gt;at this moment, nope. But i did have lots of cats. And they all still remain in my heart, esp. Lemon.&lt;br /&gt;8. What did you do today?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much, it was a day off so i pretty much just lazed out and went out with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you like carrots?&lt;br /&gt;Ew.&lt;br /&gt;10. When is the last time you saw your mom?&lt;br /&gt;A week a go or something i guess&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you believe in karma?&lt;br /&gt;YES.&lt;br /&gt;12. Are you taller than 5'5"?&lt;br /&gt;How many metre is that? -_- I'm 1.72 m&lt;br /&gt;13. How many city/towns have you lived in?&lt;br /&gt;4 cities so far.&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you prefer shoes, socks, or bare feet?&lt;br /&gt;bare feet&lt;br /&gt;15. Are you a social person?&lt;br /&gt;I'm a social loner.&lt;br /&gt;16. What was the last thing you drank?&lt;br /&gt;teh tarik&lt;br /&gt;17. What are your favorite colors?&lt;br /&gt;navy blue&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you like coffee?&lt;br /&gt;Hate it.&lt;br /&gt;22. Would you rather have money or love?&lt;br /&gt;Ideally love, realistically, money.&lt;br /&gt;23. Have you ever sat on a roof?&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;24. What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;Enigma- Fata Morgana&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you sleep on a certain side of the bed?&lt;br /&gt;I dont really pay attention but guess so.&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you know how to play poker?&lt;br /&gt;err nah.&lt;br /&gt;27. What are you thinking about right now?&lt;br /&gt;old mates. miss 'em.&lt;br /&gt;28. Any plans for the weekend?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my parents are comin!&lt;br /&gt;29. What time do you get up in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;6ish.&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you eat ranch with your pizza?&lt;br /&gt;Ranch? As in where you put your horses? I guess then its a NO.&lt;br /&gt;32. Last person you IM'ed?&lt;br /&gt;Long havent been i logged in on any IM. &lt;br /&gt;33. Have you ever been in an ambulance?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you prefer an ocean or pool?&lt;br /&gt;Ocean :)&lt;br /&gt;35. What color shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;white&lt;br /&gt;36. Do you know how to drive a stick shift?&lt;br /&gt;whats a stick shift? &lt;br /&gt;37. What's bothering you right now?&lt;br /&gt;err social life.&lt;br /&gt;38. Do you hold grudges?&lt;br /&gt;No. I swear. Out loud.&lt;br /&gt;40. Who's myspace page did you visit last?&lt;br /&gt;Geezus, i even forgot when the last time i open the site&lt;br /&gt;41. Are you a Lost fanatic?&lt;br /&gt;nope. PRISON BREAK YES.&lt;br /&gt;43. Earphones or headphones?&lt;br /&gt;Headphones!&lt;br /&gt;44. At this very moment what should you be doing?&lt;br /&gt;This. &lt;br /&gt;45. Do you read novels often?&lt;br /&gt;Used to. But not anymore :(&lt;br /&gt;46. What is the color of your bedroom walls?&lt;br /&gt;soft pink and blue -_-&lt;br /&gt;47. Do you shut off the water while you brush your teeth?&lt;br /&gt;yea, everytime i think about this go green thingy -_-&lt;br /&gt;49. Are you mad about anything?&lt;br /&gt;Guess so. I am. &lt;br /&gt;50. Do you sing obnoxiously in the car?&lt;br /&gt;YES. Like TOTALLY obnoxiously?&lt;br /&gt;51. Last 2 people to call you?&lt;br /&gt;Mom and my girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;52. Have you ever thought you didn't like someone, and then found out that you really liked them?&lt;br /&gt;errryeaaaah...&lt;br /&gt;54. How was this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;So-so&lt;br /&gt;55. Do/did you listen to your parents?&lt;br /&gt;I do and I dont.&lt;br /&gt;56. Stupidest thing you ever did with your cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;I dont do stupid things with my handy ._.&lt;br /&gt;57. Is there anyone that doesn't like you because of something you did?&lt;br /&gt;Ohyea there are some. Dont care.&lt;br /&gt;58. Do you think your first love affects the way you go on with life?&lt;br /&gt;No, totally nope.&lt;br /&gt;59. The phone rings. What is your ring tone?&lt;br /&gt;The opening theme of Prison Break, it always makes me chill ._.&lt;br /&gt;60. Did you go anywhere yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;yea.&lt;br /&gt;61. Who was the last person you shared beds with?&lt;br /&gt;Muthe, chozy, dine, and andini&lt;br /&gt;62. Favorite drink?&lt;br /&gt;Milk tea!&lt;br /&gt;63. Does the person you like know that you like them?&lt;br /&gt;He's my boyfriend -_-&lt;br /&gt;64. Where are you right now?&lt;br /&gt;Platinum.&lt;br /&gt;65. If you HAD to kiss the last person you kissed, would you?&lt;br /&gt;Yea.&lt;br /&gt;66. Favorite gadget in the kitchen?&lt;br /&gt;I dont have kitchen in my flat here :(&lt;br /&gt;67. Favorite pie?&lt;br /&gt;Pie is not my thing.&lt;br /&gt;68. How is your hair?&lt;br /&gt;Weird. Medium. Thin. But liking the color.&lt;br /&gt;69. Where's the last place you walked to?&lt;br /&gt;Restaurant Mbak Sasha&lt;br /&gt;70. Last time you had a sleepover?&lt;br /&gt;last night&lt;br /&gt;71. Latest you stayed up in the past week?&lt;br /&gt;6AM. I didnt go to sleep and went straight to uni.&lt;br /&gt;72. What are you doing, aside from answering these questions?&lt;br /&gt;listening to music and blogwalkin&lt;br /&gt;73. Have you been in a car accident?&lt;br /&gt;ALMOST. Thank God nope.&lt;br /&gt;74. What is the last thing you said aloud?&lt;br /&gt;The word "NGGAK!!"&lt;br /&gt;75. Who's the 1st person on your missed calls list?&lt;br /&gt;This woman whos trying to sell her property&lt;br /&gt;76. What did the last text message you received say?&lt;br /&gt;"Im downstairs"&lt;br /&gt;77. Last time you went to church?&lt;br /&gt;Months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESCRIBE YOUR:&lt;br /&gt;78.Wallet&lt;br /&gt;Thick. with bills.&lt;br /&gt;79.Eyes?&lt;br /&gt;Nice, pointy, beatiful eyes. HA.&lt;br /&gt;80.Life?&lt;br /&gt;hating this question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT ARE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;81.Doing this weekend to come?&lt;br /&gt;Hangin out with mom and dad&lt;br /&gt;82.Wearing?&lt;br /&gt;white v-neck t-shirt with colourful miniskirt&lt;br /&gt;83.Wanting?&lt;br /&gt;happines.&lt;br /&gt;84.Listening to?&lt;br /&gt;Enigma - Distorted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85.What do you smell?&lt;br /&gt;my bo.&lt;br /&gt;86. Do you sleep naked?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;87. Do you like seafood?&lt;br /&gt;Yap&lt;br /&gt;88. Do you remember your dreams?&lt;br /&gt;I do and i dont&lt;br /&gt;89. Do you consider yourself a study freak?&lt;br /&gt;errr na.&lt;br /&gt;90. Do you speak another language other than English?&lt;br /&gt;German, indonesian, a lil bit French. Broken Arabic and Irish Gaelic&lt;br /&gt;91.What did you do last night?&lt;br /&gt;trying to have some fun actually.&lt;br /&gt;92. What do you hate?&lt;br /&gt;1st thing on my list: NOSY PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;93.Orange or apple juice?&lt;br /&gt;dont like juices&lt;br /&gt;94.Who were the last people you went out to lunch with?&lt;br /&gt;girlfriends&lt;br /&gt;95.Last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;fried noodle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279665359996765346-2056670780290441741?l=t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/feeds/2056670780290441741/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279665359996765346&amp;postID=2056670780290441741' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/2056670780290441741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/2056670780290441741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/2010/12/killing-some-time.html' title='Killing Some Time.'/><author><name>Utami Sandyarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12691509765109422685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtbVZTcz1lM/Tq24oCHkDRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/K_5QKmPULH8/s220/IMG_0060aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279665359996765346.post-1289629408909292487</id><published>2010-10-27T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T10:04:20.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mount Merapi's Erupting!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mount Merapi is erupting, i’m living in a national news event i unplannedly went there last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So this is what i always do, i love the adrenalin rush, call me crazy whatever but i love to do crazy thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my biggest condolences for all of the victims. Stay strong and keep faith, I hope all of these disasters we're facing will turn out better and no more life shall be passed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp; And i did take some picture there, here they are:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/TMeREr3RIBI/AAAAAAAAAY0/YmIpKzBej_k/s1600/DSC_1260.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/TMeREr3RIBI/AAAAAAAAAY0/YmIpKzBej_k/s320/DSC_1260.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;motorbikes and bus were covered with volcanic ash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/TMfvKqHxM_I/AAAAAAAAAY8/fysVrw-UoEc/s1600/DSC_1255.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/TMfvKqHxM_I/AAAAAAAAAY8/fysVrw-UoEc/s320/DSC_1255.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;the situation inside the refugee's camp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/TMfyz8ZEivI/AAAAAAAAAZA/hHp-kEDO9xc/s1600/DSC_1231.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/TMfyz8ZEivI/AAAAAAAAAZA/hHp-kEDO9xc/s320/DSC_1231.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/TMhOuiOFgKI/AAAAAAAAAZU/_ZDGDaxm9wY/s1600/DSC_1235.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/TMhOuiOFgKI/AAAAAAAAAZU/_ZDGDaxm9wY/s320/DSC_1235.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ambulance was rushing to nearest hospital&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/TMhPJ24C7QI/AAAAAAAAAZY/nCBf1AfjiXk/s1600/DSC_1241.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="197" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/TMhPJ24C7QI/AAAAAAAAAZY/nCBf1AfjiXk/s320/DSC_1241.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;doctors in emergency units were already waiting in front of the entrance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/TMhPxSf_IsI/AAAAAAAAAZc/3pRS1UG21Og/s1600/DSC_1242.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/TMhPxSf_IsI/AAAAAAAAAZc/3pRS1UG21Og/s320/DSC_1242.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;the hectic situation in front of the hospital&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/TMhQNPhLQBI/AAAAAAAAAZg/TqEQHi6Trjg/s1600/DSC_1243.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="170" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/TMhQNPhLQBI/AAAAAAAAAZg/TqEQHi6Trjg/s320/DSC_1243.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(idem)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/TMhRm_liV1I/AAAAAAAAAZk/IVa2JFJw1ho/s1600/DSC_1246.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="209" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/TMhRm_liV1I/AAAAAAAAAZk/IVa2JFJw1ho/s320/DSC_1246.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;car fully covered with volcanic ash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/TMhR7F-bfBI/AAAAAAAAAZo/8nBK309LYZY/s1600/DSC_1248.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="204" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/TMhR7F-bfBI/AAAAAAAAAZo/8nBK309LYZY/s320/DSC_1248.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;aids were coming from various organizations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/TMhSPAsCHxI/AAAAAAAAAZs/YPFY58xq8fM/s1600/DSC_1249.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/TMhSPAsCHxI/AAAAAAAAAZs/YPFY58xq8fM/s320/DSC_1249.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/TMhTb65-XeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/aQ560kGnQMI/s1600/DSC_1250.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="199" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/TMhTb65-XeI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/aQ560kGnQMI/s320/DSC_1250.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="227" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/TMhUgFLX9hI/AAAAAAAAAaA/scy6g5EgS6c/s320/DSC_1253.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;the situation in front of the refugee's site, Kantor Kepala Desa Hargobinangun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; 12km away from Merapi's crater.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/TMhU8N_C4XI/AAAAAAAAAaE/VFur6a5Agbg/s1600/DSC_1254.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/TMhU8N_C4XI/AAAAAAAAAaE/VFur6a5Agbg/s320/DSC_1254.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;people were peeking the news from MetroTV's car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/TMhV6tUPs3I/AAAAAAAAAaI/X66PW4_yih4/s1600/DSC_1257.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dara, Dine, and Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;biggest condolesence,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tami.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279665359996765346-1289629408909292487?l=t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/feeds/1289629408909292487/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279665359996765346&amp;postID=1289629408909292487' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/1289629408909292487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/1289629408909292487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/2010/10/mount-merapis-erupting.html' title='Mount Merapi&apos;s Erupting!'/><author><name>Utami Sandyarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12691509765109422685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtbVZTcz1lM/Tq24oCHkDRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/K_5QKmPULH8/s220/IMG_0060aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/TMeREr3RIBI/AAAAAAAAAY0/YmIpKzBej_k/s72-c/DSC_1260.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279665359996765346.post-6582816611669680760</id><published>2010-10-18T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T12:11:57.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doubt</title><content type='html'>You know life's so full of contradictions and unexpected things, the moment you feel like this is the best moment in your life, you suddenly break down and feel like at the bottom of your life. You start questioning yourself why you are there, you start asking if this is the best thing for you, you start wondering what if you chose another path at the first time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why but im starting to doubt myself if this is the best thing for me, if this is what i've been dreaming. I enjoy my life here, i got the bestfriends i can have, i'm in the major that i've been craving: International Relation, my life has been good here, i go out and have fun, i laugh every single day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/TLyb2l5LFkI/AAAAAAAAAYs/6hlJgxDHfPA/s1600/doubt_by_phoenix315-d2xdx8f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/TLyb2l5LFkI/AAAAAAAAAYs/6hlJgxDHfPA/s320/doubt_by_phoenix315-d2xdx8f.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i just feel like something's missing, somethings arent just quite right. It's like a part of you have been grabbed out, and there's this big hole inside you. Yet you dont know how to fill it back. You suddenly miss everything you've had before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this what people call by 'growing up?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living alone makes you realise that everything you do, every. single. thing. you plan to do, you do, or you did, is your own choice. Now i understand why people say that 'life is a choice'. Your life is created by the choices you've choosen. It's all up to you, how you're gonna live your life, what kind of person you wanna be. Yesterday, it was so easy to put the blame on someone else, on your parents, your friends, you used to depend so much on them too.&amp;nbsp; Now you cant just blame things to someone else, you cant just depend on someone else, you are alone and you take the consequences by yourself. You're hoping someone else can come and save you. But life is abandoning you, all alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually sometimes you cant make it on your own, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking, i feel like on the edge of a cliff right now. All these things i'm facing is creeping my out, university stuff, people here are just so smart, and how i am so afraid that i'd be the stupidest kid in class and dissapoint my parents. It was so easy to blame my parents for my bad marks before, i usually just told my mom, 'It's because you forced me to go to this school!!!' But now? I went here all because of my own decision, who to blame? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid too if this is really the life i wanna live. I keep wondering if i had taken the other way round, fashion school maybe? German literature? Getting serious in Balinese Gamelan? Then how would my life be? Could it be better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm walking with these fears :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought living alone was the best life indeed, you can do anything you want, you can be anything you want, nobody's gonna tell you anything, nobody's gonna warn you. Now i know it's not that perfect afterall. God knows how I really miss my life before, it was just so happy and jolly. I dont think about life, i dont think about choices, i just live life happily. Without any burden. I got my parents on my back, i got my bestbestbestfriends on my side. What else to lose? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how i'm longing to go back. Now i'm just praying that this is actually the life that God wants me to be in. I'm hoping that i'm on the right path. And hopefully things will turn out well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Tami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I miss my mom and dad, and Disti, Dinar, PM, Dea, Gaby, Anas, Olly, Nana, Jeje, and all of my bestfriends out there, so much. I wish i could once again experience those wonderful things we've had before, but i know it's impossible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279665359996765346-6582816611669680760?l=t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/feeds/6582816611669680760/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279665359996765346&amp;postID=6582816611669680760' title='3 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/6582816611669680760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/6582816611669680760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/2010/10/doubt.html' title='Doubt'/><author><name>Utami Sandyarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12691509765109422685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtbVZTcz1lM/Tq24oCHkDRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/K_5QKmPULH8/s220/IMG_0060aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/TLyb2l5LFkI/AAAAAAAAAYs/6hlJgxDHfPA/s72-c/doubt_by_phoenix315-d2xdx8f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279665359996765346.post-3685309967327264861</id><published>2010-10-01T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T23:57:07.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone Like You</title><content type='html'>I dedicated this song to the one and only love i've known:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/TKbXUYwH2XI/AAAAAAAAAYo/GHJFZ6ESob0/s1600/lemoeek.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/TKbXUYwH2XI/AAAAAAAAAYo/GHJFZ6ESob0/s320/lemoeek.jpg" width="207" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sir Diego Lemony Potato Chips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope you sleep peacefully somewhere, i miss you :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone Like You - Andrea Bocelli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a wind that blows&lt;br /&gt;It’s calling your name&lt;br /&gt;And it speaks to me again and again&lt;br /&gt;Telling me go to her&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let her go&lt;br /&gt;Hold her close to you&lt;br /&gt;Then you will know the meaning of love&lt;br /&gt;Exactly what it’s all about&lt;br /&gt;The feeling that I get when I can’t forget&lt;br /&gt;Everything that makes me want to [you]&lt;br /&gt;That’s how deep it goes&lt;br /&gt;All I really know&lt;br /&gt;Is that I love you so and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it’s the only thing I ever do&lt;br /&gt;Then I know it’s true&lt;br /&gt;That I should love someone like you&lt;br /&gt;Someone who believes in me&lt;br /&gt;Makes my voice to sing with a heart so free&lt;br /&gt;As sure as I can be&lt;br /&gt;For me if one dream can come true&lt;br /&gt;Then I will love someone like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes I see&lt;br /&gt;A life that could mean so much more&lt;br /&gt;With you next to me&lt;br /&gt;And if time is cruel&lt;br /&gt;Well I won’t run and hide&lt;br /&gt;I could walk through fire with you by my side&lt;br /&gt;Cause after all if we want forever&lt;br /&gt;There’s a hand to hold&lt;br /&gt;Through the sad and cold&lt;br /&gt;When nobody wants to know you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So never let it go&lt;br /&gt;and you’ll never be alone&lt;br /&gt;knowing that I love you so and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it’s the only thing I ever do&lt;br /&gt;Then I know it’s true&lt;br /&gt;That I should love someone like you&lt;br /&gt;Someone who believes in me&lt;br /&gt;Makes my voice to sing with a heart so free&lt;br /&gt;As sure as I can be&lt;br /&gt;For me if one dream can come true&lt;br /&gt;Then I will love someone like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So never let it go&lt;br /&gt;and you’ll never be alone&lt;br /&gt;knowing that I love you so and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it’s the only thing, the only thing I ever do&lt;br /&gt;Then I know it’s true&lt;br /&gt;That I should love someone like you&lt;br /&gt;Someone who believes in me&lt;br /&gt;Makes my voice to sing with a heart so free&lt;br /&gt;As sure as I can be&lt;br /&gt;For me if one dream can come true&lt;br /&gt;Then I will love someone like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I should love someone like you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279665359996765346-3685309967327264861?l=t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/feeds/3685309967327264861/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279665359996765346&amp;postID=3685309967327264861' title='1 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/3685309967327264861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/3685309967327264861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/2010/10/someone-like-you.html' title='Someone Like You'/><author><name>Utami Sandyarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12691509765109422685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtbVZTcz1lM/Tq24oCHkDRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/K_5QKmPULH8/s220/IMG_0060aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/TKbXUYwH2XI/AAAAAAAAAYo/GHJFZ6ESob0/s72-c/lemoeek.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279665359996765346.post-8547605867457300059</id><published>2010-09-23T19:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T19:15:41.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sajak Masa Kecil</title><content type='html'>Titip salam untuk&lt;br /&gt;debu di kamarmu&lt;br /&gt;tanyakan padanya,&lt;br /&gt;“apakah kau rindu rintik&lt;br /&gt;hujan ti-ga-be-las tahun yang lalu?”&lt;br /&gt;katakan padanya&lt;br /&gt;aku rindu atap kamarnya yang bocor&lt;br /&gt;sehingga tetesan air mengalir&lt;br /&gt;menyusupi retakan-retakan&lt;br /&gt;di dinding kamar yang tua&lt;br /&gt;setua memori kami berdua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utami Sandyarani&lt;br /&gt;Maret 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279665359996765346-8547605867457300059?l=t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/feeds/8547605867457300059/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279665359996765346&amp;postID=8547605867457300059' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/8547605867457300059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/8547605867457300059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/2010/09/sajak-masa-kecil.html' title='Sajak Masa Kecil'/><author><name>Utami Sandyarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12691509765109422685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtbVZTcz1lM/Tq24oCHkDRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/K_5QKmPULH8/s220/IMG_0060aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279665359996765346.post-134041841702274438</id><published>2010-09-07T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T11:35:44.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UN: United Ngayogyakarta</title><content type='html'>Hola blogwalkers!&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya ini pertama kalinya gue sempet ngeblog setelah berminggu-minggu gue disibukan dengan kegiatan PPSMB (OSPEK) FISIPOL UGM 2010, ospek jurusan hub.internasional, dan kegiatan-kegiatan awal perkuliahan. Ya kan gue udah jadi MAHASISWA. Gaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoi nih udah lebih dari sebulan gue mulai berdomisili di Jogja (tapi sekarang gue lg pulang ke jakarta, kan libur lebaran). Sumpah ya sebelom pindah kesini gue udah males-malesan bgt pindah, karena gue pikir Jogja itu sangat memalaskan, membosankan. stereotip gue terhadap Jogja adalah kurang hiburan, ndeso dsb dsb.&lt;br /&gt;Tapi stereotip gue itu bukan tanpa dasar -.- waktu itu gue pernah live in seminggu di Wonosari (deket Jogja) dan itu sangat amat membosankan yaaa, kayaknya sehari tuh lama buanget, lebih dari 24 jam. Kerjaan gue cuman bengong bengong dan bengong. Tetangga lewat depan rumah mau kepasar, gue? bengong. Tetangga udah balik dr pasar bawa belanjaan2, gue? tetap bengong. Ya jgn salahin gue kalo gue mikir Jogja itu ngebosenin bgt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namun setelah gue pindah. TERNYATA oh ternyataa..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jogja seru bgt. Seriuuuus. Banyak makanan! Serba murah! Banyak tempat nongkrong azek. KEMANA2 DEKET! Ukuran jauhnya Jogja tuh cuman sepitik kalo pake itungan gue. Misalnya dari UGM ke alun-alun selatan. Orang-orang bilang itu jauh bgt. Pas gue coba, yaelah ini mah dari BSD ke Bintaro doang perasaan -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terus tadinya gue pikir nongkrong di alun2 itu sangat GA BANGET. tapi waktu itu gue, nisa, rex, aby, dan rio coba kan ke alun2 makan jagung bakar, terus makan di tengah lapangan sambil niker. ternyata seru juga, ngeliatin bintang2. ga seru sih, cuman kayaknya keren aja gitu. ga keren juga sih. ah yasudahlah pokonyang. pokoknya kenyang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terus, makanan MURAH BGT. Masa nasi pecel lele lengkap cuman 5500 perak T_T terharu gua. Mana banyak burjo2 yang siap sedia dengan makanan2 super murahnya itu, sangat menolong disaat duit menipis. Fyi, burjo itu semacam warteg gitu sih. Tapi jualannya semacam mie rebus/goreng, nasi goreng, nasi telor, nasi sarden, dan tentu saja bubur kacang ijo. namanya aja BURJO.&lt;br /&gt;Oiya kalo Jakarta punya KFF, Kemang Food Festival, Jogja punya KFF juga. Kaliurang FoodFezt huahahhaha. Ini tempat enak bgt, very cozy, atmosfirnya jg enak gitu kaya garden party, harga juga standar lah ga mahal hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baju-baju juga murah, masa depan kosan gue ada butik gitu, baju2nya emg Ramayana style bgt sih, tapi untuk kaos2&amp;nbsp; polosnya siapa sangka itu cuma 20ribu? #bukakartu. Oiya gue sempet juga ke Amplaz trus lagi sale besar2an gitu, gue beli 4 baju dengan total cuman 70rb paling, lucu2 bgt pulaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terus Jogja itu BEBAS MACET! Lancaaar lancar aja deh, ga kaya di jakarta yang bikin stress. Tapi tetep aja motor dimana2 zz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banyak juga kegiatan yg bisa dilakuin di waktu kosong. Kaya waktu itu malem gue abis dari midnight sale malioboro mall, karena udah kayak cendol, akhirnya gue sm cowo gue jalan kaki aja smbil ngobrol2 sepanjang malioboro sampe monumen. sumpah suasananya enak bgt! At 12AM, jalanan malioboro yg lenggang, bule2 dan lokal ngumpul2 nongkrong bareng, ramaaah bgt suasanya..... trus di monumen banyak komunitas macem2 gitu. trus akhirnya kita berenti makan jagung bakar deh disana. it was simply nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jogja juga hidup 24/7. Ga pernah mati. Lo mau keluar pagi, siang, malem, ampe pagi lagi. Pasti Jogja bakal tetep hidup. Lo mau keluar cari makan di pagi buta, pasti ada warung tenda yg masih buka dengan lesehan yg masih dipenuhi orang. Banyak kedai kopi murah yg buka ampe pagi. Enak deh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah demikianlah akhirnya, ternyata Jogja isnt that bad lah. In fact, its soooo fackin cool! Pertemuan antara tradisional dan modern dengan twist of colonial history. Gue tarik deh kata2 'ngebosenin' di atas hehe. Jogja seruuu! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay cool,&lt;br /&gt;TAMI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279665359996765346-134041841702274438?l=t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/feeds/134041841702274438/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279665359996765346&amp;postID=134041841702274438' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/134041841702274438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/134041841702274438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/2010/09/un-united-ngayogyakarta.html' title='UN: United Ngayogyakarta'/><author><name>Utami Sandyarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12691509765109422685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtbVZTcz1lM/Tq24oCHkDRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/K_5QKmPULH8/s220/IMG_0060aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279665359996765346.post-1245299360584903391</id><published>2010-08-07T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T15:16:09.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words before I leave this town</title><content type='html'>So here i am, writing this blog, this might be the last posting im gonna write in my own home. Well tomorrow ill be leaving for Jogjakarta, starting my role as a freshman, im gonna be studying in University of Gadjah Mada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its kinda sad you know, leaving this town where you grew up, where you started to know more about life, where you&amp;nbsp; found your bestfriends, where you met your first love, where all the ups and downs in life began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've met so many kinds of person here, i've learnt so many things here, i've tasted so many experiences here, i've recorded so many memories here. Memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do memories last forever?&lt;br /&gt;One thing i know, those experiences i've had together, those giggles, those laughs, those tears, those doubts, and those fears, they wont come back the same, there's no redo button in our life. there's no "Open" button in our life, where you could save your memories and re-open it again anytime you wanted.&lt;br /&gt;They only left us with memories, and that's the only thing you can hold on to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many people have changed and affect my life here, and i too might affect somebody else's life. Wether lovers, haters, they all left certain marks on my heart, touching me, changing me into someone else better. And i do thank YOU for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here i am, listening to Your Hand in Mine (The Goodbye Song) by Explosions in The Sky, with teary eyes and all. Soon, imma face something bigger in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited, yet..&lt;br /&gt;i'm scared as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm longing for this freedom, yet i dont know what im gonna face in a strange town alone. But you know we're always scared with things that we dont know right? so i guess, this is normal. I'm just gonna take a deep breath, and be not afraid.&lt;br /&gt;im strong.&lt;br /&gt;even if im in doubt and make a mistake one day, ill remember that i've never been perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geez it's 4:37 AM in the morning, and i havent even blinked for once.&lt;br /&gt;How time pass so fast. How clock ticks too quick.&lt;br /&gt;I thought i'd be a kid forever, i thought i'd never leave mom and dad,&lt;br /&gt;i thought this was my life forever, &lt;br /&gt;all of a sudden, in a blink of an eye, im 18, a grown up girl, ready to leave this town,&lt;br /&gt;alone and all. How weird is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before we even realise, we'll be studying in universities, graduating, working, getting married....&lt;br /&gt;and when we meet each other again, we'll realise that life is THAT short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people come, people go. some left us with such deep marks, some just pass us like the breeze of the wind.&lt;br /&gt;but there are times where we all stay in the same room, sharing each other's life. Times when we all influence each other's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep these memories, and my bestfriends, you have left such deep marks on my heart, i dont know what else to say than i love you guys and im really really gonna miss you :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs319.snc3/28606_403655712019_602432019_4116081_1795690_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="220" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs319.snc3/28606_403655712019_602432019_4116081_1795690_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs216.snc4/39121_420370282019_602432019_4525437_6622884_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs216.snc4/39121_420370282019_602432019_4525437_6622884_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs209.snc4/38766_420377447019_602432019_4525585_6858649_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs209.snc4/38766_420377447019_602432019_4525585_6858649_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs091.snc4/35927_405821132019_602432019_4170266_7133121_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs091.snc4/35927_405821132019_602432019_4170266_7133121_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs032.snc1/4310_78328677019_602432019_1623484_6810251_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs032.snc1/4310_78328677019_602432019_1623484_6810251_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs518.ash1/30505_1437063483682_1145827938_31367031_1831785_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs518.ash1/30505_1437063483682_1145827938_31367031_1831785_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs009.snc1/4184_1109734756060_1607599543_30270953_3262310_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs009.snc1/4184_1109734756060_1607599543_30270953_3262310_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"We've gona so far and done so much,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and i feel like we've always been together&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;right be my side, through thick and thin,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;you're the part of my life I'll always remember "&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay cool :)&lt;br /&gt;TAMI!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279665359996765346-1245299360584903391?l=t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/feeds/1245299360584903391/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279665359996765346&amp;postID=1245299360584903391' title='1 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/1245299360584903391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/1245299360584903391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/2010/08/words-before-i-leave-this-town.html' title='Words before I leave this town'/><author><name>Utami Sandyarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12691509765109422685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtbVZTcz1lM/Tq24oCHkDRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/K_5QKmPULH8/s220/IMG_0060aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279665359996765346.post-4481210873936715726</id><published>2010-07-23T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T06:25:12.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Song for those who are going away from home :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Okay so before you read this posting,&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.emp3world.com/mp3/115895/Trace%20Adkins/You%27re%20Gonna%20Miss%20This"&gt;click to download the song&lt;/a&gt; first, or,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;search the song on youtube, and then, you can read it and sing along!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're Gonna Miss This - Trace Adkins&lt;br /&gt;(the lyric is written from a father's point of view) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was staring out that window, of that SUV&lt;br /&gt;Complaining, saying I can't wait to turn 18&lt;br /&gt;She said I'll make my own money, and I'll make my own rules&lt;br /&gt;Mamma put the car in park out there in front of the school&lt;br /&gt;Then she kissed her head and said I was just like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna miss this&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna want this back&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna wish these days hadn't gone by so fast&lt;br /&gt;These are some good times&lt;br /&gt;So take a good look around&lt;br /&gt;You may not know it now&lt;br /&gt;But you're gonna miss this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/TEmYKV_Jh0I/AAAAAAAAAVw/8ImnBTWbhWI/s1600/n602432019_1050016_8097-pola+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/TEmYKV_Jh0I/AAAAAAAAAVw/8ImnBTWbhWI/s320/n602432019_1050016_8097-pola+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before she knows it she's a brand new bride&lt;br /&gt;In a one-bedroom apartment, and her daddy stops by&lt;br /&gt;He tells her It's a nice place&lt;br /&gt;She says It'll do for now&lt;br /&gt;Starts talking about babies and buying a house&lt;br /&gt;Daddy shakes his head and says Baby just slow down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause You're gonna miss this&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna want this back&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna wish these days hadn't gone by so fast&lt;br /&gt;These are some good times&lt;br /&gt;So take a good look around&lt;br /&gt;You may not know it now&lt;br /&gt;But you're gonna miss this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five years later there's a plumber workin' on the water heater&lt;br /&gt;Dog's barkin', phone's ringin'&lt;br /&gt;One kid's cryin', one kid's screamin'&lt;br /&gt;She keeps apologizin'&lt;br /&gt;He says they don't bother me&lt;br /&gt;I've got 2 babies of my own&lt;br /&gt;One's 36, one's 23&lt;br /&gt;Huh, it's hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're gonna miss this&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna want this back&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna wish these days hadn't gone by so fast&lt;br /&gt;These are some good times&lt;br /&gt;So take a good look around&lt;br /&gt;You may not know it now&lt;br /&gt;But you're gonna miss this&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna miss this&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you're gonna miss this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279665359996765346-4481210873936715726?l=t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/feeds/4481210873936715726/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279665359996765346&amp;postID=4481210873936715726' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/4481210873936715726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/4481210873936715726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/2010/07/song-for-those-who-are-going-away-from.html' title='Song for those who are going away from home :)'/><author><name>Utami Sandyarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12691509765109422685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtbVZTcz1lM/Tq24oCHkDRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/K_5QKmPULH8/s220/IMG_0060aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/TEmYKV_Jh0I/AAAAAAAAAVw/8ImnBTWbhWI/s72-c/n602432019_1050016_8097-pola+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279665359996765346.post-2261240022510476322</id><published>2010-06-13T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T11:19:37.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Hunting w/ Analog (Pentax K1000) @Sunda Kelapa</title><content type='html'>So yo! June 10th 2010 i went to Sunda Kelapa rite with my mates from Antara. Sunda Kelapa is an old harbour in North Jakarta, its very famous as a hunting site. And there i attempted to use analogue camera, Pentax k1000, Black&amp;amp;white. I took these and i also washed the films by myself too (with help from friends too course!). These are my first attempt! Not so bad i guess.... :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/TBUQv-bRUAI/AAAAAAAAASo/nue3KC10yf4/s1600/F1080001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="209" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/TBUQv-bRUAI/AAAAAAAAASo/nue3KC10yf4/s320/F1080001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/TBUUIsAFL_I/AAAAAAAAATI/pWJgd4Snz7Q/s1600/F1080008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/TBUUIsAFL_I/AAAAAAAAATI/pWJgd4Snz7Q/s320/F1080008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/TBUWCxt47wI/AAAAAAAAATQ/BX9Rrv8-c_Q/s1600/F1080013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/TBUWCxt47wI/AAAAAAAAATQ/BX9Rrv8-c_Q/s320/F1080013.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/TBUWeN60hvI/AAAAAAAAATY/fpqvFogrFvo/s1600/F1080014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/TBUdu4ickFI/AAAAAAAAAT4/4LlC9AoOvCs/s320/F1080025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/TBUeY9EM0vI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CM59Q9q6ZZg/s1600/F1080029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/TBUeY9EM0vI/AAAAAAAAAUA/CM59Q9q6ZZg/s320/F1080029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/TBUTPpcx4mI/AAAAAAAAAS4/v5Itw0upnsM/s1600/F1080004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/TBUTPpcx4mI/AAAAAAAAAS4/v5Itw0upnsM/s320/F1080004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/TBUS47vENdI/AAAAAAAAASw/YDft3yX1yJM/s1600/F1080003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/TBUS47vENdI/AAAAAAAAASw/YDft3yX1yJM/s400/F1080003.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/TBUenyu8RyI/AAAAAAAAAUI/snvqhQCQDIE/s1600/F1080034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/TBUenyu8RyI/AAAAAAAAAUI/snvqhQCQDIE/s320/F1080034.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;and behold some of the fucked up frames... my fingers accidentaly touched the films while washing it i guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/TBUgbhRVRUI/AAAAAAAAAUY/5H0kqfs0ubU/s1600/F1080017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/TBUgbhRVRUI/AAAAAAAAAUY/5H0kqfs0ubU/s320/F1080017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/TBUgGoeqm5I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/p1j5G69TMAU/s1600/F1080012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/TBUgGoeqm5I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/p1j5G69TMAU/s320/F1080012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/TBUgzM_o-3I/AAAAAAAAAUg/-7J1sh64qvA/s1600/F1080018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/TBUgzM_o-3I/AAAAAAAAAUg/-7J1sh64qvA/s320/F1080018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well not bad as i first timer i guess bahahahah :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay cool&lt;br /&gt;TAMI!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279665359996765346-2261240022510476322?l=t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/feeds/2261240022510476322/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279665359996765346&amp;postID=2261240022510476322' title='1 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/2261240022510476322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/2261240022510476322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/2010/06/first-hunting-w-analog-pentax-k1000.html' title='First Hunting w/ Analog (Pentax K1000) @Sunda Kelapa'/><author><name>Utami Sandyarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12691509765109422685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtbVZTcz1lM/Tq24oCHkDRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/K_5QKmPULH8/s220/IMG_0060aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/TBUQv-bRUAI/AAAAAAAAASo/nue3KC10yf4/s72-c/F1080001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279665359996765346.post-7166947712630847827</id><published>2010-04-28T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T10:04:34.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ALREADY GONE</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;I guess this is also one of the saddest song ive listened, i mean just read the lyric. It's really touchy when you seem to be in the situation. I guess this song about being strong to let someone go, like even though you love that person so much means that you have loved him enough to let him go, and hoping that he'll find someone better, someone who wouldnt make him angry or cry. Awwwhhh so sad :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember all the things we wanted&lt;br /&gt;Now all our memories they're haunted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;We were always meant to say goodbye&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with our fists held high&lt;br /&gt;It never would've worked out right&lt;br /&gt;We were never meant for do or die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want us to burn out&lt;br /&gt;I didn't come here to hold you, now I can't stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that it doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where we take this road someone's gotta go&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want you to know &lt;b&gt;you couldn't have loved me better&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I want you to move on so I'm already gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at you makes it harder&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;b&gt; I know that you'll find another&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't always make you want to cry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started with a perfect kiss then we could feel the poison set in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Perfect couldn't keep this love alive&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;You know that I love you so, I love you enough to let you go&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that it doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;Where we take this road someone's gotta go&lt;br /&gt;And I want you to know you couldn't have loved me better&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;b&gt;I want you to move on so I'm already gone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already gone, already gone&lt;br /&gt;You can't make it feel right when you know that it's wrong&lt;br /&gt;I'm already gone, already gone&lt;br /&gt;There's no moving on so I'm already gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already gone, already gone, already gone&lt;br /&gt;Already gone, already gone, already gone, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember all the things we wanted&lt;br /&gt;Now all our memories they're haunted&lt;br /&gt;We were always meant to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that it doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;Where we take this road someone's gotta go&lt;br /&gt;And I want you to know you couldn't have loved me better&lt;br /&gt;But I want you to move on so I'm already gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already gone, already gone&lt;br /&gt;You can't make it feel right when you know that it's wrong&lt;br /&gt;I'm already gone, already gone&lt;br /&gt;There's no moving on so I'm already gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Kelly Clarkson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279665359996765346-7166947712630847827?l=t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/feeds/7166947712630847827/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279665359996765346&amp;postID=7166947712630847827' title='2 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/7166947712630847827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/7166947712630847827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/2010/04/already-gone.html' title='ALREADY GONE'/><author><name>Utami Sandyarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12691509765109422685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtbVZTcz1lM/Tq24oCHkDRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/K_5QKmPULH8/s220/IMG_0060aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279665359996765346.post-8003764904699244032</id><published>2010-04-27T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T08:41:34.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UN: 3 tahun dalam 6 hari?</title><content type='html'>Tulisan ini gue buat sebenernya untuk dipublish di sebuah media, tapi karena media tersebut tak kunjung terbit juga dan daripada keburu tulisan gue basi ya gue post disini aja ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "&lt;i&gt;Memasuki salah satu sekolah negeri di bilangan Serpong, terlihat sebuah spanduk terpampang besar dan jelas di depan pintu gerbangnya &amp;nbsp;bertuliskan, “Ingat! Ingat! Ingat! Ujian Nasional Tinggal 78 hari lagi! Sudah siapkah Anda?” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Pemandangan tersebut akhir-akhir ini sudah tak&amp;nbsp; asing lagi dilihat di pintu masuk SMA-SMA, dari spanduk sampai &lt;i&gt;countdown &lt;/i&gt;yang bertebaran di setiap pojok sekolah,&amp;nbsp; . Guru-guru ikut serta ‘menteror’ murid-muridnya. Hampir setiap masuk kelas mereka selalu memulai pembicaraan dengan, “ Waktu kalian tinggal sedikit, belajar ya!” atau, “Aduh jangan sampai ga lulus, malu, mau dibilang apa?”, kadang “Ini adalah titik penghabisan kalian, buktikan apa yang kalian pelajari selama tiga tahun di sekolah ini!”. Bimbel-bimbel juga seakan-akan menghantui murid-murid kelas 12 dengan program intensifnya yang berembel-embel sukses UN. Ujian Nasional, disaat-saat seperti ini memang telah menjadi orientasi utama setiap sekolah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;Pertama mari kita lihat konsep dasar diadakannya UN. Menurut Peraturan Menteri Pendidikan Nasional No.75 tahun 2009, tujuan diadakannya ujian Nasional adalah untuk mengukur dan menilai kompetensi peserta didik secara nasional pada jenjang pendidikan dasar dan menengah. Pada Pasal 3, disebutkan bahwa hasil UN akan digunakan sebagai pertimbangan untuk menentukan mutu sekolah, seleksi untuk masuk jenjang pendidikan berikutnya, dan sebagai penentu kelulusan peserta didik. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;Sekarang yang perlu dipertanyakan adalah, apakah tujuan pemerintah mengadakan UN untuk mengukur dan menilai (mengevaluasi) kompetensi siswa selama tiga tahun dapat diterima? Pasal 58 ayat (1) UU No. 20 Tahun 2003 tentang Sistem Pendidikan Nasional menjadi boomerang tersendiri bagi pemerintah. Pasal tersebut menyebutkan bahwa:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Evaluasi hasil belajar peserta didik dilakukan oleh pendidik/guru". Namun dalam konteks UN, pemerintahlah yang menentukan. Anehnya, pemerintah tidak tahu sedikitpun kemampuan masing-masing individu peserta didik. Pemerintah tidak berada di lapangan untuk melihat situasi dan kondisi kegiatan belajar mengajar di sekolah secara langsung. Lalu dengan seenak &lt;i&gt;udelnya&lt;/i&gt; berdasarkan Permen No.75 tahun 2009 Pasal 3, pemerintah seolah-olah berhak menghakimi siapa-siapa yang berhak lulus dan melanjutkan pendidikan ke jenjang yang lebih tinggi dan siapa-siapa yang terpaksa ‘mandek’ di SMA membuat masa depan siswa tersebut tak jelas j&lt;i&gt;untrungannya&lt;/i&gt;. Hal tersebut telah menimbulkan ketidak adilan dalam dunia pendidikan, misalnya saja seorang siswa telah belajar selama tiga tahun dengan nilai-nilai yang memuaskan, namun ketika UN dia sedang mengalami permasalahan sehingga nilai-nilainya tidak memenuhi standar dan akhirnya anak tersebut tidak lulus. Relevankah hasil UN tersebut? Tentu saja tidak. Sampailah kita pada pertanyaan, siapakah yang berhak mengevaluasi kemampuan siswa dan menentukan kelulusan? Pemerintah yang tidak mengetahui kondisi lapangan pendidikan dan tidak tahu menahu tentang kemampuan peserta didik? Atau pihak sekolah yang terus mendampingi dan melihat perkembangan siswa selama tiga tahun? Anda tentu bisa menentukannya sendiri, akal sehat dan logika jelas-jelas telah menemukan jawabannya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;Selain tujuan UN yang kurang tepat, permasalahan lain yang timbul adalah banyaknya kecurangan yang terjadi dalam proses pelaksanaan UN. Dari bocornya soal-soal UN dan kunci jawabannya yang kemudian diperjual-belikan, bahkan sekolah yang diam-diam memberikan jawaban kepada seluruh siswanya, sampai guru yang dengan santainya masuk ke kelas saat ujian berlangsung untuk membagikan secarik kertas yang berisi kunci jawaban! Mungkin Anda kira kasus-kasus seperti ini hanya terjadi di sekolah ‘ecek-ecek’ pedalaman saja namun ternyata banyak kasus seperti ini terjadi di sekolah-sekolah unggulan dan favorit di bilangan Serpong-Tangerang. Salah satu kasusnya terjadi di sebuah sekolah swasta yang cukup terkenal di BSD yang ternyata diam-diam memberikan kunci jawaban UN kepada siswa-siswinya. Apa yang terjadi? &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Para&lt;/st1:place&gt; murid yang telah belajar mati-matian dan berusaha keras untuk UN merasa sangat tersinggung dengan sikap sekolah yang justru tidak mengajarkan kejujuran kepada murid-muridnya. &amp;nbsp;Bahkan siswa-siswi yang tidak mau menerima kunci jawaban tersebut dicibir ‘sok pinter’, ‘sok baik’, dan sejenisnya. Sungguh mengerikan betapa demi menjaga nama baik, mempertahankan jabatan, memperindah laporan, dan kepentingan ini itu, kejujuran yang menjadi esensi dalam dunia pendidikan justru diabaikan. Maka dari itu UN tidak bisa dijadikan sebagai tolak ukur keberhasilan para siswa karena di sisi lain justru UN bisa mengkondisikan seseorang atau sekelompok orang untuk melakukan kejahatan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;Hal ketiga yang perlu dikaji kembali adalah fungsi UN sebagai pemetaan mutu pendidikan &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;Indonesia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Sebagai sebuah negara kepulauan yang sangat luas dari ujung Pulau Sabang sampai Merauke di timur, yang memiliki ribuan pulau, &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;Indonesia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; tentu saja memiliki standar mutu pendidikan yang berbeda-beda. Bayangkan jika seorang lulusan SMA di Irian Jaya yang kemampuan berhitungnya hanya sampai perkalian pembagian saja, harus disamakan dengan kemampuan anak-anak di Jakarta yang sudah menguasai logaritma, atau operasi aljabar tingkat tinggi. Terdapat sebuah kesenjangan mutu pendidikan yang sangat mencolok di &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;Indonesia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Evaluasi semacam UN memang dilakukan di beberapa negara lain, contoh Malaysia, namun di negara-negara tersebut standar pendidikan di tiap daerahnya sudah sama rata, sehingga kesenjangan mutu pendidikan tidak menjadi masalah lagi. &lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Indonesia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;? Jelas masih perlu banyak perbaikan. Sebelum UN, perlu diadakan pemerataan mutu pendidikan di kota-kota besar maupun di daerah, sehingga para peserta ujian memiliki garis &lt;i&gt;start&lt;/i&gt; yang sama dalam mempersiapkan ujian. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;Hal terakhir yang juga perlu dipertanyakan adalah ujian nasional yang ternyata hanya menilai siswa dari nilai-nilai akademis yang tertulis dengan angka di hasil lembar jawaban. Penilaian satu arah tersebut telah melanggar prinsip sistem Kurikulum Berbasis Kompetensi (KBK) yang berisi bahwa pendidiklah yang mengetahui kompetensi siswa, karena itu evaluasi akhir dan penilaian kelulusan dilakukan oleh pendidik dengan mempertimbangkan nilai kognitif, afektif, dan psikomotor siswa. Sedangkan UN hanya menilai siswa dari sisi kognitif saja. Dari jumlah betul salah yang siswa kerjakan di lembar jawabannya. Padahal selama tiga tahun para siswa belajar di sekolah, mereka tidak hanya mempelajari nilai-nilai akademis, tetapi juga belajar untuk berdisiplin, bersikap jujur, kritis, menjadi orang yang tangkas, dan sejenisnya. Sayang sekali UN tidak mewadahi evaluasi lain selain evaluasi unsur kognitif saja yang digunakan untuk menentukan kelulusan siswa. Maka dari itu sangat tidak rasional jika masa depan siswa hanya ditentukan dengan tes beberapa mata pelajaran saja. Tiga tahun sekolah hanya ditentukan dengan duduk beberapa jam. Sungguh tidak adil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;Disebutkan juga bahwa UN bukanlah satu-satunya penentu kelulusan seorang siswa, salah satunya juga ada ujian yang diadakan oleh sekolah atau disebut UAS. Memang benar itu, namun ditulis juga bahwa jika siswa tidak lulus dalam salah satu persyaratan, maka dia harus mengulang. Jadi sebenarnya sama saja, misalnya UAS lulus tapi UN tidak lulus, maka siswa tetap dinyatakan tidak lulus. Saya rasa ternyata syarat-syarat lain hanyalah basa basi, karena pada akhirnya siswa tetap harus berhasil dalam UN untuk dinyatakan lulus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;Pada akhirnya saya tetap setuju dengan diadakannya UN. Ujian tersebut memang berguna untuk mengontrol kualitas pendidikan di &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;Indonesia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; dan agar sekolah tidak asal-asalan dalam melakukan kegiatan belajar mengajar. Tidak terbayangkan jika UN tidak ada. (&lt;i&gt;Wong&lt;/i&gt; ada UN saja masih banyak sekolah yang &lt;i&gt;amburadul&lt;/i&gt; bagaimana jika UN dihapus?). Selain untuk mengontrol mutu sekolah di &lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region w:st="on"&gt;Indonesia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, UN juga dapat meningkatkan semangat belajar para siswa sehingga mereka mempunyai tujuan akhir yang dapat memotivasi mereka untuk terus belajar. UN juga dapat membentuk suatu kebiasaan kerja keras dan watak tidak lembek diantara para remaja.&amp;nbsp; Dengan adanya UN para siswa akan terdorong untuk belajar keras dan tidak lemah dalam menghadapi tantangan. &amp;nbsp;Namun yang sangat harus diperhatikan adalah, ketika UN menjadi syarat kelulusan siswa, maka pada saat itulah fungsi UN telah menyimpang. UN bukannya menjadi sarana untuk mengontrol mutu pendidikan, namun malah menjadi lahan empuk tumbuhnya kejahatan dan ketidak adilan dalam dunia pendidikan. UN bukannya membentuk watak kerja keras namun malah membentuk watak-watak pembohong dan licik diantara para peserta didik. UN yang terlalu digembar-gemborkan dengan spanduk disana sini dan &lt;i&gt;countdown&lt;/i&gt; bukannya meningkatkan semangat belajar malah membuat para siswa merasa ‘diteror’ dan ‘dihantui’ yang pada akhirnya menyebabkan penurunan semangat belajar. Hal-hal tersebutlah yang amat perlu diperhatikan pemerintah sehingga sisi positif UN tidak lagi menjadi bumerang bagi para peserta didik. UN yang telah berjalan selama bertahun-tahun ini jika diteruskan dengan kondisi yang sama, tidak akan menghasilkan calon pemimpin intelektual, jujur, dan tangguh, namun sebaliknya, justru akan menghasilkan calon-calon pembohong masa depan yang licik, dan jelas, akan menghancurkan bangsa."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify; text-indent: 36pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279665359996765346-8003764904699244032?l=t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/feeds/8003764904699244032/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279665359996765346&amp;postID=8003764904699244032' title='1 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/8003764904699244032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/8003764904699244032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/2010/04/un-3-tahun-dalam-6-hari.html' title='UN: 3 tahun dalam 6 hari?'/><author><name>Utami Sandyarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12691509765109422685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtbVZTcz1lM/Tq24oCHkDRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/K_5QKmPULH8/s220/IMG_0060aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279665359996765346.post-8834684292822767563</id><published>2010-04-01T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T03:17:43.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My ULTIMATE 10 TRANS-INDONESIA!</title><content type='html'>Ola guys! Finally i got the time to update my blog wee-hee:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After releasing some of those burdens, I feels so relieved. Its like, whoaaa, i almost finish it all and the looooooooooooooooooong holiday's coming! Its gonna be real long, i guess starting from hm lets say, mid-April, until... mid August? 4MONTHS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its gonna be real boring if you dont have any planduring those months. Well lucky me i do have some! Well ofcourse, first, the one and only thing i love hehe: travelling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mommy asked me if i wanna join her to go backpacking across south east asia (if possible), just the two of us, its gonna be a mom&amp;amp;daughter amazing race asia sorta. hahaha. Starting from Singapore, Malaysia, Thailand, Cambodia, and so on! Whoaaa its gonna be real cool, visiting Angkor Wat in Cambodia, Hanong Bay, or going to redlight disctrict for transvertites in Thailand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is cool. But you know what? I'd rather travel around Indonesia cause our country, has the most breathtaking views compared to other SE Asian countries! There are so many spots to go, pristine beaches, challenging mountains, incredible underwater life.... There's much much more to see in Indonesia. Ive written my destination list on my note book! And hereby, i present you........... My Ultime 10 Trans-Indonesia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mount Rinjani - Lombok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://d4gul.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/rinjani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 542px; height: 335px;" src="http://d4gul.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/rinjani.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THIS IS NUMBER ONE ON MY LIST! The second highest mountain in indonesia. See? How breathtaking it is! That is Segara Anak Lake, on the crater of Mount Rinjani, and that little volcanoe ist Mount Baru. So theres a new volcano inside a BIG volcano crater. Soo cool huh? Well i could have gone tracking there last year, i was in Lombok and my mom wanted to go to Senaru, it is the starting point to go hiking in Rinjani. But my dumb sister didnt want to because she didnt bring enough apparel to go hiking! GRRR. then I HAVE TO GO THERE THIS YEAR! *fired up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Lake Kelimutu - Nusa Tenggara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://wajahindonesia.com/site/gallery/nusa%20tengara%20timur/48kelimutu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 361px;" src="http://wajahindonesia.com/site/gallery/nusa%20tengara%20timur/48kelimutu.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are lakes on craters, it has 3 lakes and each with different colours. The colours keep on changin, and no one knows exactly why. Currently, the colours are turqouise blue, black, and red. Ive been dying to go there!!! But the tourist accomodation there is still kinda rare, some tourists even have to sleep in their cars. But i guess its really worth it, you know, to hike the endless stairs for 30minutes, and see the sunrise on the horizon, and those lakes will reflect the sunlight, how beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Komodo Island - Nusa Tenggara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ultramenardy.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/pulau-komodo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 444px; height: 296px;" src="http://ultramenardy.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/pulau-komodo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No, this isnt New Zealand on the Lord of The Ring movie scene, no this is not Alpen, this is the Komodo Island in Nusa Tenggara! Where lay the one and only, the last descendad, the last remaining of giant lizard, KOMODO! Yep, it is the natural habitat of the famous Komodo Dragon.  Hm this island somehow looks like a Jurrasic Park eh? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Raja Ampat - Papua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.panoramio.com/photos/original/6598359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 408px; height: 275px;" src="http://www.panoramio.com/photos/original/6598359.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I guess even most of you guys, Indonesian, havent even heard this place, but you know what? This is WORLD'S BEST DIVING SITE! Its located in Papua New Guinea/Irian Jaya (i dont know how they name it now -_-). Raja Ampat is like a mini-archipelago, the islands look like mounds! Some species are only to be found here, such as the walking-shark and so many more. The beaches, and the underwaterlife are still very very very pristine. The price though, is kinda choking. To get to Papua, you have to go by plane, and the ticket is more expensive than to Aussie. I dunno how much exactly. When you have arrived there, you have to rent a boat (with bed, kitchen etc) which costs 500$ per-day!!! Or you can choose to stay in a bungallow there, i forgot the name, but it cost 21 millions per-week. He-he-he-he. Let's just eat sago there -_- But you see the photo yourself, i think it worth the price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Ujung Kulon National Park - Banten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jRENQB5VfZc/SnEbxnc2wkI/AAAAAAAAAIY/urYGbdVcPTo/S1600-R/DSC04620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 411px; height: 307px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jRENQB5VfZc/SnEbxnc2wkI/AAAAAAAAAIY/urYGbdVcPTo/S1600-R/DSC04620.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ujung Kulooon, very famous for its one horned rhinoceros!!! (read: badak bercula satu -__-), is bestowed as World Heritage site. From savana, rainforest, river, to the pristine white sandy beach, and the famous Krakatau, Ujung Kulon has it all. It offers the scenery from inland, seashore, til mountain top. Well i can say that it is the lost eden on earth, very contemplating. Dying dying dying to go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Krakatoa &amp;amp; Rakata - Banten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://files.myopera.com/Jelajahalamindonesia/albums/1266741/krakatau%20d%20siang%20hari.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 493px; height: 328px;" src="http://files.myopera.com/Jelajahalamindonesia/albums/1266741/krakatau%20d%20siang%20hari.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krakatau, located on the eastern tip of Banten, is very well known for the devastation it had made two centuries ago, when it erupted in 1800ish. The smoke covered the atmosphere, and darkened most of south pacific region. The volcanic dust flew til Europe! The quake even reached America continent. The eruption was soo big, it approximately took more than 100,000 lives at that time. Now its son, Rakata, is emerging. Still not as big as his mom, Krakatau, but can be very dangerous. But why is this on my destination list?? Well i guess seeing that mass-killer from a small boat in the middle of the sea, is kinda sensation for myself hihi. Youknow, that adrenalin rush im seeking for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Belitung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://visitbelitungisland.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/belitung292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 260px;" src="http://visitbelitungisland.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/belitung292.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The specialty of Belitung is ofcourse, the beach! See? Where can you find another beach with giant granites where you can play hide and seek? Its only in Belitung ofcourse! This island was also featured in scene of Laskar Pelangi movie. The underwater life maybe isnt that special, but still the beaches are totally worth to visit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Borneo Rainforest -Kalimantan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lanting.com/images/products/fineprints_lrg/DP-041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 424px; height: 283px;" src="http://www.lanting.com/images/products/fineprints_lrg/DP-041.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Indonesia's very own Amazon! Its humongous dense rainforest, is home to various kinds of animals. Such as Orangutan, Lemur, Dutch Monkey, Sloth, the very rare Clouded Leopard, Sun Bear, flying snakes, misterious birds, reptiles, and so much more! Even somesays that there's a giant snake, bigger than the Anaconda, lying beneath the river. creepy... yet enteressante!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Lake Toba - North Sumatra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://kalamnurani.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/danau-toba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 512px; height: 384px;" src="http://kalamnurani.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/danau-toba.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Presenting, Indonesia... or even South East Asia's BIGGEST LAKE! Im sure you guys have already known this heheh, so yeah this is the famous Lake Toba in North Sumatara. It's very famous of its legend of Samosir Island, the big island in the middle of the lake. I think itll be very tranquil there, just the sound of birds chirping, crickets, the sweet smell of wet green forest:) the perfect place for you to hide away from the hullabaloo of city dwellers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Green Canyon (NOT GRAND CANYON!!) - West Java&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2479/3706217588_72517f2051.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 287px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2479/3706217588_72517f2051.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This tranquil getaway is only 8hours far from jakarta by car, it's located somewhere near Pangandaran, on the southern shore of Java. This is a must visit for those who loves greenery&amp;amp;tranquility. It's actually a river between rocky mossy cliff, located in a green valley, furnished with beautiful &lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" title="stalaktit"&gt;stalactites and stalagnites. You can swim in the river (wearing lifejacket ofcourse), or even jump from the top of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;cliff! So exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So those are my top 10 destinations list in Indonesia! I bet there are a whole lot more but i just havent known em yet hehe. Like some days ago  i just read an article on National Geography about some adventurers discovered a huge cave inside the dense forest in Papua Nugini, they had to climb a tall waterfall to get there, and walked along a river in the dark cave, when they finally arrived at the end of the river, they found a huge cave, 130 metres wide, 50 metres high, with a lagoon of turqouis water inside it.  Can you imagine that? It's totally like JOURNEY TO THE CENTRE OF THE EARTH!!! So cool you have to see the pics!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://alvarezphotography.com/gallery/large/mm7337_060124_0195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 423px; height: 278px;" src="http://alvarezphotography.com/gallery/large/mm7337_060124_0195.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Mageni Waterfall, 'The Gate to The Centre of The Earth"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After walking for miles and miles against the river current, they finally found this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://alvarezphotography.com/gallery/medium/mm7337_060222_0050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 400px;" src="http://alvarezphotography.com/gallery/medium/mm7337_060222_0050.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Im really speechless seeing this you know. Its just so...... *speechless*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So guys, there are still gazillions of places waiting to be discoverd by us, or is it better to leave it untouchable? I guess so, cause more people means more destruction :p let's just let it be pristine, untouchable, and virgin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But those 10 places? I guess no, those are paradise on earth! Why would i waste them? Hehe ok then guys, lets save money and pack your backpack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay cool,&lt;br /&gt;Tami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279665359996765346-8834684292822767563?l=t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/feeds/8834684292822767563/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279665359996765346&amp;postID=8834684292822767563' title='8 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/8834684292822767563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/8834684292822767563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-ultimate-10-trans-indonesia.html' title='My ULTIMATE 10 TRANS-INDONESIA!'/><author><name>Utami Sandyarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12691509765109422685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtbVZTcz1lM/Tq24oCHkDRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/K_5QKmPULH8/s220/IMG_0060aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jRENQB5VfZc/SnEbxnc2wkI/AAAAAAAAAIY/urYGbdVcPTo/s72-Rc/DSC04620.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279665359996765346.post-4201035131666986939</id><published>2010-03-22T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T08:35:25.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fenomena UN</title><content type='html'>Ckckck, speechless gue.  Itu satu kata yang bener-bener menggambarkan perasaan gue sekarang. Mau marah ngamuk-ngamuk? Ga ada gunanya, malah entar gue dibenci. Mau diem? Gabisa banget juga, ya lo tau kalo ada sesuatu yg salah gue ga pernah bisa diem. Jadi ya akhrinya gue hanya bisa nulis di blog aja lah tanpa menyinggung oknum-oknum tertentu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys, gue mau ngomongin UN. Mungkin udah ga asing banget lagi ya kita denger, konspirasi-konspirasi dalam UN, kecurangan-kecurangan, konspirasi antar siswa lah, antara siswa-gurulah, siswa-sekolah, sekolah-pengawas, siswa-pengawas, ya macem-macem deh. Bikin gue miris dengernya. I mean, whats the purpose of UN kalo gitu? Ningkatin standar nasional? Elah ini mah ujung2nya untuk prestis doang!!! Masing-masing sekolah menjaga prestis, masing2 daerah, masing2 provinsi menjaga prestis, tapi menjaga prestisnya dengan cara yang sangat menjijikan, karena apa? karena cuma mengejar yang namanya NILAI. Apalah arti nilai kalo kita dapatkan dengan curang? Useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep gue kecewa banget sama sistem pendidikan di negara ini, gue kecewa banget sama lembaga pendidikan yang seharusnya mengedukasi siswa, tapi kenyataannya? Lo tau sendiri. Bahkan itu guru-guru sendiri yg ngasih kunci!!! Disgusting! So yuckie! Gue juga kecewa banget sama temen-temen gue ya yang tega aja gitu berbuat curang dalam UN. Tega banget ada temen-temen lo yang susah payah belajar untuk UN, ada yang hampir nangis karena itu soal susah banget, dan lo (yang merasa) dengan gampangnya liat kunci jawaban. Coba bayanginkalo lo jadi mereka, gimana rasanya? Sakit kan? Apalagi nanti kalau hasilnya lebih bagus, beuh sakit kecewa. Bisa-bisa nih orang2 yang bersih ga bakal percaya lagi sama yang namanya kejujuran, thanks to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue yakin kalo standar kelulusan adalah 4,5 dengan rata 5,5 , kalo emang lo masuk sekolah, dan usaha dikit aja, lo pasti lulus kok, toh kita udah mempersiapkan UN dari hari pertama kita menjejakkan kaki di SMA. Tapi, coba pertanyakan lagi, apakah hanya NILAI yang kita kejar? hanya LULUS kah? Udah? Kalo kalian berpikiran seperti itu, sayang sekali bung, lo hanya berfikiran sampai situ. Padahal there are a lot beyond that, kejujuran? bukankah ada kepuasan tersendiri yang amat sangat waktu lo lulus dengan nilai bagus dan bener2 atas usaha sendiri? Ngapain lo punya nilai UN tinggi-tinggi kalo hasil curang? Dikira orang kagum apa? HELL NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan gue rasa lo ga perlu capek-capek sekolah 3 tahun ngafalin rumus matematika fisika, kimia, nama2 latin biologi, rumus average cost, grafik permintaan, grafik penawaran, teori gillin&amp;amp;gillin, rumah adat irian jaya, sistem religi orang dayak, dampak positif integrasi nasional lah, apalah, kalo ujung2nya liat kunci pas UN. Ngapain? Capek-capekin, mending lo bolos mulu aja trus masuk pas UN. Ha! Enak kan tuh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menyedihkan banget betapa kalo gue liat, hampir SEBAGIAN BESAR anak ngelakuin ini ya. Tiap gue omongin, pasti jawabannya, "ya kan lo di sanur sih tam..." ato, "ya kan elo bahasa tam, enak lebih gampang","ya kan isinya skolah lo jenius2.." Kecewa banget gue denger jawaban-jawaban kaya gitu, kesannya GA ADA USAHA untuk membuat diri lebih baik gitu. Pasrah dengan keterbatasan diri. Man. Dont blame your enviroment, dont blame your school, dont blame your friends, (#blameitonUN, sers) hahaha, ga, man, blame it on your selfrespect. Betapa lo ga menghargai kemampuan diri lo sendiri, dan kenapa lo ga punya kesadaran diri untuk YA BELAJARLAH YA USAHA, bukannya malah curang begini. Ya itulah hasil sistem pendidikan negara kita yang terlalu menitik beratkan pada, nilai angka-angka di rapot. Nilai-nilai moral? Ga penting. Yang penting nilailu bagus, masuk PT bagus, tapi lo liat entar di dunia kerja? Orang-orang yang cuman nyari gampang? Bakal tereliminasi. Oke, mungkin sekarang enggak,karena orang goblok curang aja masih bisa jadi kepala sekolah, tapi gue yakin sekarang makin banyak orang-orang pinter&amp;amp;bersih ya bisa mikir ga cumanpake otak tapi pake hati. dan orang-orangitulah yang akan bertahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selain itu, ada kok tuh temen2 di satu sekolah lo yang ga pake contekan dan mereka berusaha keras untuk lulus, so, itu bukan masalah lo anak mana lo jurusan apa, tapi emg pribadi lo sendiri gimana? lo nyari gampang aja ato ga? lo tahan tekanan ato ga?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan buat yang mikir UN itu hal kecil buat gue anak bahasa, yang menganggap UN bahasa tuh gampang, yang mengunderestime bahasa, lo baca baik: lebih baik gue menjadi yang terbaik di jurusan yang ga diagungkan tetapi emg sesuai ama minat gue, drpd gue jadi yang terburuk di jurusan yang sangat diagungkan, atau jadi yang terbaik? tapi nyontek terusss. No thanks. Lebih baik gue di jurusan bahasa, tapi nilai-nilai gue alhamdulillah baik. Dan bagi lo yang menganggap UN bahasa gampang dibanding jurusan lain? Sebenernya gue sensi banget kalo orang udah bilang kaya gitu, tapi nih menurut gue, setiap jurusan JELAS punya mata pelajaran tersendiri yang dianggap susah, IPA dengan itung2annya, IPS dengan ekonometrinya mungkin, geografinya mungkin, dan bahasa, antropologi &amp;amp; sastra indonesia. Gue disuruh ngitung2 rumus fisika jelas ya gabisa, dan anak IPA disuruh menjelaskan faktor2 pendukung integrasi nasional dari sisi antropologi juga gabisa. Jadi? Ya sama aja. Kita sama-sama susah. jadi please, jangan underestimate. Dankenapa gue ga terlalu mempermasalahkan? Karena gue konsekuen dengan pilihan gue, gue milih bahasa, oke gue akan hadapin segala mata pelajaran yang ada disitu, baik susah maupun gampang! dankarena gue memilih jurusan yang gue suka, jadi gue enjoy! Lah kalo gue memaksakan diri masuk ipa, bisa mati epilepsi gue.  Jadi sama ajalah IPA, IPS, BAHASA, bidang  kita emang berbeda-beda jadi ya gabisa dibanding2in. Yang penting lo konsekuen sama pilihan lo, lo masuk IPA, selamat menikmati fisika, kimia itulah, masuk IPS? selamat menikmati ekonomi, akutansi, geografi, masuk bahasa? selamat menikmati antropologi &amp;amp; sastra indonesia yg jawabannya amat subjektif itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya selain itu ga gampang juga di bahasa, kenapa? karena eksistensi dipertaruhkan!!! Ini gajadi masalah kalo lo anak IPA ato IPS, karena jurusan lo emg udah ada dari dulu dan ga perlu lo usaha untuk mempertahankannya karena apapun yg terjadi jurusanlo akan tetap ada. Tapi kalo bahasa? Kalo nilai UN jelek, bikin malu kaka kelas, adek kelas (secara solidaritas antar angkatan kami sangat tinggi), dan bisa-bisa anak kelas 10 dikit bgt yg mau masuk bahasa, dan terpaksa lah jurusan bahasa ditutup. Duude, itu malu banget. Pleaded guilty. Jadi bukan cuma lulus doang, tapi gue juga harus dapet nilai bagus demi mempertahankan eksistensi bahasa!&lt;br /&gt;Tapi i know itulah salah satu konsekuensi masuk bahasa, tapi id do my best untuk menjaganya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK back to UN,&lt;br /&gt;So gausah ngomong besar tentang lo udah gede mau jadi orang sukses yang mengubah Indonesia jadi lebih baik kalo lo UN aja curang. Kalo dari hal kecil begini udah curang, gimana hal-hal besar yang menyangkut hajat hidup orang banyak? Ya semoga orang-orang seperti itu akan tereliminasi deh. Gausah juga lo maki-maki para koruptor dan korupsi yang merajalela di Indonesia, karena ketika lo curang dalam UN, lo telah mendukung negeri ini untuk menjadi lebih, lebih, korup, dikedepannya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asli gue kontra banget sama UN, tapi kalopun harus dilaksanakan, ya pelaksanaannya haruslah konsekuen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kalo bisa penjagaannya diperketat dan segala kecurangan yang ketahuan langsung dibawa ke ranah hukum, supaya bisa jadi efek jera bagi semua yang nyoba2 ngikutin cara salah itu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah depdiknas.... ngapain sih ngadain UN kalo ujung2nya ini cuman adu prestis yang malah menimbulkan kecurangan? Kalo begini caranya kan UN bukannya meningkatkan standar, malah mendemoralisasi bangsa. Udahlah, gausah ada UN. toh masuk perguruan tinggi juga ada tes, biarlah seleksi alam terjadi disitu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hhh, mau jadi apa ini negeri kalo anak mudanya kaya gini, mana didukung oleh yang petua-petua pula. *sigh*, mana jaman sekarang &lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;kalo salah dihina-dina, kalo bener dibilang sok-sok-an. Haha serba salah ya zaman sekarang ini :-) Dan minoritas selalu kalah dengan mayoritas. walopun itu mayoritas jelas2 salah. Eugh, whats best for you lah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all due respect, let me remind you guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;You curse Indonesia for its endless corruption and corruptors, but you know what? By cheating in UN, you support Indonesia to be much much more corrupted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So gimana? Masih mau nyontek?&lt;br /&gt;seperti yang gue baca di blog ini: http://fadshaka.multiply.com/journal/item/53/53&lt;br /&gt;sepertinya kita harus ganti slogan kita dari, KITA HARUS LULUS UN, jadi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;KITA HARUS LULUS UN DENGAN JUJUR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do your best guys:) and let God do the rest!&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Tami&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;sekolah yg gue maksud bukan sanur, karena sanur bersih banget hm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279665359996765346-4201035131666986939?l=t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/feeds/4201035131666986939/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279665359996765346&amp;postID=4201035131666986939' title='2 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/4201035131666986939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/4201035131666986939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/2010/03/fenomena-un.html' title='Fenomena UN'/><author><name>Utami Sandyarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12691509765109422685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtbVZTcz1lM/Tq24oCHkDRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/K_5QKmPULH8/s220/IMG_0060aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279665359996765346.post-3702423635221671933</id><published>2010-01-26T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T07:27:01.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I An Angel or Something?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;There are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4 things&lt;/span&gt; that cant be  taken back:&lt;br /&gt;First,  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a pebble which has been thrown to the sea&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Second, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;words that have been said&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Third, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chance that has been wasted&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And fourth,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;time that has passed by&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing can ever change it, not even forgiveness. it heals. but it doesnt change anything.&lt;br /&gt;stay cool,&lt;br /&gt;tami.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279665359996765346-3702423635221671933?l=t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/feeds/3702423635221671933/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279665359996765346&amp;postID=3702423635221671933' title='1 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/3702423635221671933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/3702423635221671933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/2010/01/am-i-angel-or-something.html' title='Am I An Angel or Something?'/><author><name>Utami Sandyarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12691509765109422685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtbVZTcz1lM/Tq24oCHkDRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/K_5QKmPULH8/s220/IMG_0060aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279665359996765346.post-1622032743084839220</id><published>2010-01-04T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T06:52:37.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/S0IAb_K_kHI/AAAAAAAAAQU/z7g_CGEhjNk/s1600-h/21850_232370652019_602432019_3046935_7694657_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/S0IAb_K_kHI/AAAAAAAAAQU/z7g_CGEhjNk/s320/21850_232370652019_602432019_3046935_7694657_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422897382121508978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Location: Kota Tua Jakarta&lt;br /&gt;on an Onthel Bike&lt;br /&gt;Somewhen in December 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279665359996765346-1622032743084839220?l=t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/feeds/1622032743084839220/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279665359996765346&amp;postID=1622032743084839220' title='1 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/1622032743084839220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/1622032743084839220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/2010/01/location-kota-tua-jakarta-on-onthel.html' title=''/><author><name>Utami Sandyarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12691509765109422685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtbVZTcz1lM/Tq24oCHkDRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/K_5QKmPULH8/s220/IMG_0060aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/S0IAb_K_kHI/AAAAAAAAAQU/z7g_CGEhjNk/s72-c/21850_232370652019_602432019_3046935_7694657_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279665359996765346.post-5660220048157485504</id><published>2009-11-30T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T20:53:07.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nikicio Femme SS 2010 Show</title><content type='html'>Hollaback guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last Thursday i went out to Tribute, Birdcage to be one of the model in Nikicio Femme Spring-Summer 2010 Show. The outfits were so effin awesome. Simple. Elegant. Sexy yet not trashy. Everlasting. Original. The crowds were so cool. Lots of fashion photographers, journalists, editors, bloggers, prospective buyers, celebs, yadayadayada. So hereby i present you some pics from the show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SxPrj4r_iCI/AAAAAAAAAPc/oHi7cy3Clds/s1600/10932_190775128366_544668366_3205591_8335534_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 137px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SxPrj4r_iCI/AAAAAAAAAPc/oHi7cy3Clds/s320/10932_190775128366_544668366_3205591_8335534_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409926579146950690" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SxPq7-bY07I/AAAAAAAAAPM/YKuzxWu6_98/s1600/app3708151259231324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 135px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SxPq7-bY07I/AAAAAAAAAPM/YKuzxWu6_98/s320/app3708151259231324.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409925893493150642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;practice, practice, practice :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SxPpnb3B_GI/AAAAAAAAAOk/bZQSacoM6aE/s1600/10932_190776648366_544668366_3205632_6537136_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SxPpnb3B_GI/AAAAAAAAAOk/bZQSacoM6aE/s320/10932_190776648366_544668366_3205632_6537136_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409924441104841826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before the show in the backstage, getting kinda bored:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SxPqc_I4iJI/AAAAAAAAAO0/NW3CtthtGu8/s1600/IMG_7579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 182px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SxPqc_I4iJI/AAAAAAAAAO0/NW3CtthtGu8/s320/IMG_7579.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409925361108027538" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SxPq7r8ZClI/AAAAAAAAAPE/CZASUdvUu8E/s1600/app1147091259242936.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 182px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SxPq7r8ZClI/AAAAAAAAAPE/CZASUdvUu8E/s320/app1147091259242936.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409925888531302994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Signature Dress Demo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SxPrjps4yPI/AAAAAAAAAPU/KZfSSixeGxk/s1600/10939_350438680373_843300373_9907678_5940016_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SxPrjps4yPI/AAAAAAAAAPU/KZfSSixeGxk/s320/10939_350438680373_843300373_9907678_5940016_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409926575124170994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ka Nina was modifying the dress on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SxPmkrXIf0I/AAAAAAAAAN0/5HneMphiyrk/s1600/10953_188681198393_10384843393_2912911_3809382_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SxPmkrXIf0I/AAAAAAAAAN0/5HneMphiyrk/s320/10953_188681198393_10384843393_2912911_3809382_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409921095191527234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SxPmlLOSKBI/AAAAAAAAAN8/W0cl83zY5Sc/s1600/10953_188680998393_10384843393_2912876_1100808_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SxPmlLOSKBI/AAAAAAAAAN8/W0cl83zY5Sc/s320/10953_188680998393_10384843393_2912876_1100808_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409921103744346130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me, wearing the SIGNATURE DRESS, which can be modified up to 25 styles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SxPmlU-jwDI/AAAAAAAAAOE/1Fy8HBZxLFA/s1600/10953_188680968393_10384843393_2912871_914595_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 237px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SxPoS8Gu3eI/AAAAAAAAAOU/N8Ub1rPiniM/s320/10953_188681008393_10384843393_2912878_6973210_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409922989471751650" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SxPmlU-jwDI/AAAAAAAAAOE/1Fy8HBZxLFA/s320/10953_188680968393_10384843393_2912871_914595_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409921106362744882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left to right, Winny Christy &amp;amp; Sheila Schultze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SxPpTj1ZUAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_rXvGSoFCbE/s1600/10953_188681153393_10384843393_2912903_6390260_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SxPpTj1ZUAI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_rXvGSoFCbE/s320/10953_188681153393_10384843393_2912903_6390260_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409924099648081922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sexy, yet, not trashy. Very Elegant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SxPqcqve3VI/AAAAAAAAAOs/PvxFAUjbKao/s1600/16264_185962193057_658973057_2769308_2921470_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SxPqcqve3VI/AAAAAAAAAOs/PvxFAUjbKao/s320/16264_185962193057_658973057_2769308_2921470_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409925355632778578" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ka Nina got a red roses bouquet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SxPqdaqcZrI/AAAAAAAAAO8/LUd14ipZJTs/s1600/2yzgcw6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SxPqdaqcZrI/AAAAAAAAAO8/LUd14ipZJTs/s320/2yzgcw6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409925368496547506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SxPsnIk_beI/AAAAAAAAAPk/6iy112EJ_j4/s1600/10939_350438800373_843300373_9907695_3021667_n.jpg"&gt;  &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SxPsnIk_beI/AAAAAAAAAPk/6iy112EJ_j4/s320/10939_350438800373_843300373_9907695_3021667_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409927734463786466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SxSdQdIQdRI/AAAAAAAAAQM/HY8ZBDEXtwg/s1600/2ziue87.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SxSdQdIQdRI/AAAAAAAAAQM/HY8ZBDEXtwg/s320/2ziue87.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410121958401537298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the finale walk. (the lamps concept was so cool)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SxPsni9cjBI/AAAAAAAAAPs/oFQunJXmzB4/s1600/16132_191916201244_676841244_3551620_211880_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 104px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SxPsni9cjBI/AAAAAAAAAPs/oFQunJXmzB4/s320/16132_191916201244_676841244_3551620_211880_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409927741545679890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SxPsn8n1BwI/AAAAAAAAAP0/tkmLt7kFv2w/s1600/16132_191918796244_676841244_3551768_4926581_n.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 103px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SxPsn8n1BwI/AAAAAAAAAP0/tkmLt7kFv2w/s320/16132_191918796244_676841244_3551768_4926581_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409927748434331394" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SxSdP6_NoRI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Ceep48AZqE0/s1600/app840971259243892.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 102px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SxSdP6_NoRI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Ceep48AZqE0/s320/app840971259243892.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410121949236797714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SxSdPoa4JvI/AAAAAAAAAP8/9i-A3QPgZvM/s1600/16132_191929336244_676841244_3551989_1590817_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 197px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SxSdPoa4JvI/AAAAAAAAAP8/9i-A3QPgZvM/s320/16132_191929336244_676841244_3551989_1590817_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410121944252557042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wonderful designer, Kak Nina(center) and the models:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show was a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay cool,&lt;br /&gt;Tami&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279665359996765346-5660220048157485504?l=t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/feeds/5660220048157485504/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279665359996765346&amp;postID=5660220048157485504' title='1 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/5660220048157485504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/5660220048157485504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/2009/11/nikicio-femme-ss-2010-show.html' title='Nikicio Femme SS 2010 Show'/><author><name>Utami Sandyarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12691509765109422685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtbVZTcz1lM/Tq24oCHkDRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/K_5QKmPULH8/s220/IMG_0060aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SxPrj4r_iCI/AAAAAAAAAPc/oHi7cy3Clds/s72-c/10932_190775128366_544668366_3205591_8335534_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279665359996765346.post-7978145441187458533</id><published>2009-11-28T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T10:36:23.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost In Translation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SxFtHMy-V1I/AAAAAAAAANs/fHeh-kiQK04/s1600/DSC_0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 504px; height: 335px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SxFtHMy-V1I/AAAAAAAAANs/fHeh-kiQK04/s320/DSC_0039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409224597910214482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;gue bikinini sampe ngig0-ngigo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279665359996765346-7978145441187458533?l=t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/feeds/7978145441187458533/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279665359996765346&amp;postID=7978145441187458533' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/7978145441187458533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/7978145441187458533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/2009/11/lost-in-translation.html' title='Lost In Translation'/><author><name>Utami Sandyarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12691509765109422685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtbVZTcz1lM/Tq24oCHkDRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/K_5QKmPULH8/s220/IMG_0060aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SxFtHMy-V1I/AAAAAAAAANs/fHeh-kiQK04/s72-c/DSC_0039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279665359996765346.post-1068306503592443529</id><published>2009-11-24T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T09:11:27.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brief one</title><content type='html'>Gue lagi males nulis yg panjang-panjang nih lately. So to put it all in brief,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SwwSoNRz6-I/AAAAAAAAANc/48JjSuquhN4/s1600/coming_back_to_life_by_stranj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SwwSoNRz6-I/AAAAAAAAANc/48JjSuquhN4/s320/coming_back_to_life_by_stranj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407717734533557218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;something was once &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;frozen&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;dead&lt;/span&gt;, but now its coming back to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every single thing in this world deserves a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;second chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to feel &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;, to feel &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;, and to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the one last time :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;stay cool,&lt;br /&gt;TAMI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279665359996765346-1068306503592443529?l=t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/feeds/1068306503592443529/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279665359996765346&amp;postID=1068306503592443529' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/1068306503592443529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/1068306503592443529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/2009/11/brief-one.html' title='Brief one'/><author><name>Utami Sandyarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12691509765109422685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtbVZTcz1lM/Tq24oCHkDRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/K_5QKmPULH8/s220/IMG_0060aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SwwSoNRz6-I/AAAAAAAAANc/48JjSuquhN4/s72-c/coming_back_to_life_by_stranj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279665359996765346.post-5726584288599387633</id><published>2009-11-21T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T11:02:45.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-size:180%;" &gt;"Is this just a detour? Cause i gotta be sure, that you really mean what you said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279665359996765346-5726584288599387633?l=t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/feeds/5726584288599387633/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279665359996765346&amp;postID=5726584288599387633' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/5726584288599387633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/5726584288599387633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/2009/11/is-this-just-detour-cause-i-gotta-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Utami Sandyarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12691509765109422685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtbVZTcz1lM/Tq24oCHkDRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/K_5QKmPULH8/s220/IMG_0060aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279665359996765346.post-8205789315734084399</id><published>2009-11-19T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T09:16:56.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In a sudden</title><content type='html'>Good late bloggers,&lt;br /&gt;Phewwwwwwwwwwww, you know what? Im in a such big dilemma rite now. A real weird one. Have you ever felt like everything come back to you in a sudden? Like, youve lost something, for quite a long time, suddenly it comes back to you but in the meantime youre finally starting to let it go because you thought that it's gone forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile. Andy William is singin Feeling. on my speaker rite now. wow, so important. anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th08.deviantart.net/fs14/300W/f/2008/292/e/a/ea3bde4c57112f5a50f58fa9b3a89b38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://th08.deviantart.net/fs14/300W/f/2008/292/e/a/ea3bde4c57112f5a50f58fa9b3a89b38.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The late 2 days, have been reaaally weird ya know. Like, i dont even believe it's true and happening rite now at the moment. It's just really, wow. i meant, WOW. i dont even know how im suppose to feel! Happy? doh, how would you feel if your hopes finally come true.......... but it's just too simple and easy. in the other hand, i still feel anger within me. So i guess it wont be as smooth as it used to be, as simple and as easy as it used to be. People need to learn something, they took decision and they have to deal with the consequences. however, still i want my dreams to come true. i want those days-gone-by again. i wanna feel the memory again, the experience. the love i once had and prolly still having. yeah i want it all:') but shoot, i think it's gonna be too easy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaah dilemma dilemma dilemma -.- once again, love has confused me. defeated!&lt;br /&gt;stay cool,&lt;br /&gt;TAMI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279665359996765346-8205789315734084399?l=t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/feeds/8205789315734084399/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279665359996765346&amp;postID=8205789315734084399' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/8205789315734084399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/8205789315734084399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-sudden.html' title='In a sudden'/><author><name>Utami Sandyarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12691509765109422685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtbVZTcz1lM/Tq24oCHkDRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/K_5QKmPULH8/s220/IMG_0060aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279665359996765346.post-241550674922323087</id><published>2009-11-17T03:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T04:06:23.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okelah Kalo Begitu....</title><content type='html'>GA NAHAN BANGET INI VIDEO SUMPAH HAHAHAHA. Ngakak ampe mati gue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;WARTEG BOYZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i34.tinypic.com/i6wit2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 314px;" src="http://i34.tinypic.com/i6wit2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;yang jadi lagu iklan nya three itu lagu mereka berjudul, 'Okelah Kalo Begitu...'. Sumpah ya aksen tegalnya top markotop dah! hahahahaha lirik nya juga pasrah banget mana vokalisnya nyanyi tanpa ekspresi dan super datar anjirrrrrrrrrrrr keren! orisinil! HAHA NGAKAK OBJECT BANGET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FRKHue9Xk-8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FRKHue9Xk-8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIH LIRIKNYA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;OKELAH KALO BEGITU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bangun pagi bangun pagi&lt;br /&gt;ga ada kopi ga da roti&lt;br /&gt;laper lagi laper lagi&lt;br /&gt;adanya nasi sama teri&lt;br /&gt;okelah kalo begitu..3x (plus backsound)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 hari engga mandi&lt;br /&gt;kulit udah banyak daki&lt;br /&gt;perempuan banyak lari&lt;br /&gt;katanya "ay am sori"&lt;br /&gt;okelah kalo begitu 3x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mengapa....mengapa....mengapaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mogok lagi mogok lagi&lt;br /&gt;motor mati mesin brenti&lt;br /&gt;aki busi belom terganti&lt;br /&gt;aku jadi jalan kaki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okelah kalo begitu...(diiriingi )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tiba-tiba hape bunyi&lt;br /&gt;hape bunyi keras sekali&lt;br /&gt;gua jawab dia memanggil&lt;br /&gt;tukang kredit nagih janji&lt;br /&gt;okelah gua bayarin,okelah gue lunasin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya udahlah kalo begitu 3x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okelah ka ka kalo begitu&lt;br /&gt;okelah kalo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gak kerasa laper lagi&lt;br /&gt;mangan ati karo jantung&lt;br /&gt;mau bayar aku keki&lt;br /&gt;dompetku dibawa lari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gimana kalo begitu 3x&lt;br /&gt;gimana sih kalo begitu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pak tolong dong&lt;br /&gt;tolong dong&lt;br /&gt;pak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all,&lt;br /&gt;stay cool&lt;br /&gt;Tami!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. HATI-HATI LAGU INI DAPAT MENYEBABKAN OTAK ANDA TERKONTAMINASI DENGAN 3 KATA "OKELAH KALO BEGITU" (terus terngiang2 dikepala gue hahahaha)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279665359996765346-241550674922323087?l=t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/feeds/241550674922323087/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279665359996765346&amp;postID=241550674922323087' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/241550674922323087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/241550674922323087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/2009/11/okelah-kalo-begitu.html' title='Okelah Kalo Begitu....'/><author><name>Utami Sandyarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12691509765109422685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtbVZTcz1lM/Tq24oCHkDRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/K_5QKmPULH8/s220/IMG_0060aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i34.tinypic.com/i6wit2_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279665359996765346.post-1672768664843468641</id><published>2009-11-16T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T09:28:48.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Batik On The Runway</title><content type='html'>I should've posted this like a long time a go (look i still have that LONG hair) but i always forgot it, and NAH! I remember it now! Yayyyyyyy. Here are some pics taken by my friends in my school's Batik Fashion Show. The dress was breathtakingly designed by Jessica Yowiko, my evil manager slash the avant gard dress designer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEFORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SwF8f-k0DjI/AAAAAAAAAK0/nmeDSUc4o7A/s1600/DSC_1298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SwF8f-k0DjI/AAAAAAAAAK0/nmeDSUc4o7A/s320/DSC_1298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404737916636499506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this was during the fitting. the dress was super tight on the waist. feels like wearing a corset!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SwF9YiIWq5I/AAAAAAAAAK8/syfwt8LEe84/s1600/DSC_1300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SwF9YiIWq5I/AAAAAAAAAK8/syfwt8LEe84/s320/DSC_1300.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404738888253483922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and this was during the training session with the killer traineers, J.Yo and Ka Chess. seriously. killer trainers. plus killer shoes. and OH! J.Yo said i walked like a drunk cavemen. do i? i think i walked elegantly.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE D-DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SwF-bjO0bbI/AAAAAAAAALE/mbk1RRhVgjA/s1600/5813_1088176492877_1480381617_30221983_5530618_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SwF-bjO0bbI/AAAAAAAAALE/mbk1RRhVgjA/s320/5813_1088176492877_1480381617_30221983_5530618_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404740039600270770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was about 28 contestants during the show, the jury told me to come out at the end of the show. so i was the last one who walked down the catwalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SwF_ZHVT44I/AAAAAAAAAMM/OPL6Kn76JtU/s1600/5813_1088176892887_1480381617_30221993_3272226_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SwF_ZHVT44I/AAAAAAAAAMM/OPL6Kn76JtU/s320/5813_1088176892887_1480381617_30221993_3272226_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404741097263195010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SwF_YOYUVcI/AAAAAAAAALs/6O85My-g1s4/s1600/5813_1088176612880_1480381617_30221986_5494140_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SwF_YOYUVcI/AAAAAAAAALs/6O85My-g1s4/s320/5813_1088176612880_1480381617_30221986_5494140_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404741081974986178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the traditional, conservative, yet sexy dress designed by J.Yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SwF_Yb_UVaI/AAAAAAAAAL0/dlx2OSS3Mw0/s1600/5813_1088176652881_1480381617_30221987_3814717_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 236px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SwF_Yb_UVaI/AAAAAAAAAL0/dlx2OSS3Mw0/s320/5813_1088176652881_1480381617_30221987_3814717_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404741085628224930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SwF_Y3_qcbI/AAAAAAAAAME/5UmEXmgdAuQ/s1600/5813_1088176732883_1480381617_30221989_7048407_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 236px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SwF_Y3_qcbI/AAAAAAAAAME/5UmEXmgdAuQ/s320/5813_1088176732883_1480381617_30221989_7048407_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404741093145866674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the 'tail' was soo fragile. i had to walk REAL carefully or it would come off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SwGAnBQ1fLI/AAAAAAAAAMk/2UX0xt6dmyo/s1600/8727_1212813317199_1134755106_1150190_18894_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SwGAnBQ1fLI/AAAAAAAAAMk/2UX0xt6dmyo/s320/8727_1212813317199_1134755106_1150190_18894_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404742435663609010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SwGAnR9aTTI/AAAAAAAAAMs/pxGE3X5maZg/s1600/8727_1212813357200_1134755106_1150191_1315885_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SwGAnR9aTTI/AAAAAAAAAMs/pxGE3X5maZg/s320/8727_1212813357200_1134755106_1150191_1315885_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404742440145538354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TETOT. weird face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SwGAmj9359I/AAAAAAAAAMU/nvD_j7zjFLk/s1600/5813_1088176692882_1480381617_30221988_2414930_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 257px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SwGAmj9359I/AAAAAAAAAMU/nvD_j7zjFLk/s320/5813_1088176692882_1480381617_30221988_2414930_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404742427799447506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SwGAm5NfqPI/AAAAAAAAAMc/-tfmphJN7Ks/s1600/8727_1212813277198_1134755106_1150189_6514806_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SwGAm5NfqPI/AAAAAAAAAMc/-tfmphJN7Ks/s320/8727_1212813277198_1134755106_1150189_6514806_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404742433502111986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I looove the right one. So mysterious and dark. Edited by Jyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AFTER THE SHOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SwGCEjTDInI/AAAAAAAAAM8/yhmG-4Wl-dk/s1600/8727_1212813237197_1134755106_1150188_1332263_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SwGCEjTDInI/AAAAAAAAAM8/yhmG-4Wl-dk/s320/8727_1212813237197_1134755106_1150188_1332263_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404744042527531634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim Sukses. Left to Right: Ka Chessa, Me, J.Yo's mom, and J.Yo . Victorius!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SwGCFICi7RI/AAAAAAAAANE/2XBkPqSC8jI/s1600/5813_1088177052891_1480381617_30221997_1771847_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SwGCFICi7RI/AAAAAAAAANE/2XBkPqSC8jI/s320/5813_1088177052891_1480381617_30221997_1771847_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404744052390423826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my lovely classmate, Nana. she wore her self-designed dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SwGDU1lZNMI/AAAAAAAAANU/MoTCsqAAP_0/s1600/5771_1210731265569_1147351795_644067_1038664_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SwGDU1lZNMI/AAAAAAAAANU/MoTCsqAAP_0/s320/5771_1210731265569_1147351795_644067_1038664_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404745421825848514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SwGDUt55KXI/AAAAAAAAANM/UtwlLt-Valg/s1600/5771_1210731465574_1147351795_644072_1684946_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SwGDUt55KXI/AAAAAAAAANM/UtwlLt-Valg/s320/5771_1210731465574_1147351795_644072_1684946_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404745419764345202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out of the building and i was interviewed by my junior:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show went well and THANK GOD i didnt tumble on anything, and humiliatingly fell down. Thanks to those killer trainers, J.Yo and Ka Chess! for more story check my designer's blog! http://memoirs-of-j.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-fashion-competition-blooming-in.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay cool and dont be a fool!&lt;br /&gt;Tami&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279665359996765346-1672768664843468641?l=t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/feeds/1672768664843468641/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279665359996765346&amp;postID=1672768664843468641' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/1672768664843468641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/1672768664843468641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/2009/11/batik-on-runway.html' title='Batik On The Runway'/><author><name>Utami Sandyarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12691509765109422685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtbVZTcz1lM/Tq24oCHkDRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/K_5QKmPULH8/s220/IMG_0060aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SwF8f-k0DjI/AAAAAAAAAK0/nmeDSUc4o7A/s72-c/DSC_1298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279665359996765346.post-5390036196818361299</id><published>2009-11-15T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T07:09:59.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tata Tertib KAMPUS Santa Ursula BSD</title><content type='html'>Ohya! Aduh udah lama banget gue mau bikin posting tentang ini tapi ga kesampean mulu!!! Err. Okay guys, jadi beberapa minggu yang lalu, kami, para siswa Santa Ursula mendapatkan sebuah buku. kitab. peraturan. undang-undang dasar 1945. Haha ga lah. booklet tata tertib sanur yang isinya udah kaya undang undang secara pasal-pasal dari 1 sampe 28 -,-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nih dia nih foto-foto yang gue (dengan niatnya) ambil dari booklet freak tersebut. ada beberapa doang, yang gue foto yang kocak dan freak ok! (oiya sori kualitasnya juga jelek soalnya gue cari yg size filenya paling kecil biar cepet diaplot ok)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SwAOzJPKTeI/AAAAAAAAAJU/d33onDDWE0M/s1600-h/DSC_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SwAOzJPKTeI/AAAAAAAAAJU/d33onDDWE0M/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404335824660221410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;widiiih, ni die tampak depannye. bolehlah boleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SwAPROqkrKI/AAAAAAAAAJc/kA2Bu5M-fxY/s1600-h/DSC_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 417px; height: 277px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SwAPROqkrKI/AAAAAAAAAJc/kA2Bu5M-fxY/s320/DSC_0007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404336341513448610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oh disaat lo pada leyeh2 di sabtu pagi, kami sekolah, belajar, ulangan, trs eksul. sampai jam 12.15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SwAQCuG3ByI/AAAAAAAAAJs/CZlG3tMhq5o/s1600-h/DSC_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SwAQCuG3ByI/AAAAAAAAAJs/CZlG3tMhq5o/s320/DSC_0010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404337191767181090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tertulis, wajib pake NAME TAG. dan sepatu hitam &amp;amp; putih yang ditentukan o/ sekolah&lt;br /&gt;Heran nametagnya kaya apaan? Nih kaya gambar dibawah ini:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs005.snc3/11255_1273517843886_1408118335_30784786_5236402_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 348px; height: 261px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs005.snc3/11255_1273517843886_1408118335_30784786_5236402_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nana, disti, gue (dengan tampang sumpeknya)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SwAQ5S237SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Aeqow-ePxRU/s1600-h/DSC_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SwAQ5S237SI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Aeqow-ePxRU/s320/DSC_0011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404338129345178914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nah ini aturan seragamnya, kebaca? BLUS DIMASUKKAN SAMPAI BAN PINGGANG TERLIHAT. (gaya anak cupu di sinetron2 gt day), plus rok 10cm dibawah lutut loh. suer. bukan cuman omdo doang tapi bener2 diberlakukan!!! oiya tanpa kantong pula, rok gue yg berkantong udah diblacklist dari sekolah dan ga pernah gue pake lagi hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SwASV1qQPII/AAAAAAAAAJ8/w99_mhqmcmI/s1600-h/DSC_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SwASV1qQPII/AAAAAAAAAJ8/w99_mhqmcmI/s320/DSC_0015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404339719235452034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;baca no.5? RAMBUT DILARANG TERURAI PANJANG. ya, benar sekali. kami yg rambutnya melebihi leher wajib menguncir rambut kami. WAJIB. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SwAS0tUDFUI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_a4wdrB28Ng/s1600-h/DSC_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SwAS0tUDFUI/AAAAAAAAAKE/_a4wdrB28Ng/s320/DSC_0016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404340249570776386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;untuk putera, dilarang gondrong, dan dilarang GUNDUL HAHAHA NGAKAK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SwATQx1QjdI/AAAAAAAAAKM/UefYkXypu2k/s1600-h/DSC_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SwATQx1QjdI/AAAAAAAAAKM/UefYkXypu2k/s320/DSC_0018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404340731820150226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ok, pasal 16 agak panjang. intinya, kita dilarang ngadain acara apapun selain acara sekolah ama osis. dilarang JUALAN TIKET APAPUN yang gada hubungannya sm sekolah. PADAHAL DIKIT-DIKIT KITA DISURUH JUALIN TIKET!!! Tiket orkes lah! Tiket Pasar Amal lah! Tiket Aussi lah! GA ADIL WO GA ADIL NAJIS HOEK. katanya gaboleh jualan di sekolah.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SwAUNoBSp9I/AAAAAAAAAKU/Y0LguCjwJF0/s1600-h/DSC_0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SwAUNoBSp9I/AAAAAAAAAKU/Y0LguCjwJF0/s320/DSC_0021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404341777158285266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ini frik juga nih, jadi kan kita gaboleh bawa barang2 elektronik kan, jadi kalo mau bawa hp kamera laptop ke sekolah, harus dititipin ke kepsek pagi2 sebelom jam 7. senangnya (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SwAVQOQx-RI/AAAAAAAAAKc/5HZkyQ4V1oQ/s1600-h/DSC_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SwAVQOQx-RI/AAAAAAAAAKc/5HZkyQ4V1oQ/s320/DSC_0022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404342921295165714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;di sanur juga suka ada serangan fajar. yaitu razia tiba-tiba. kalo ketahuan bawa barang2 terlarang, siap2 disita lalu dikembalikan ketika kenaikan kelas. ouyeah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SwAW2__r1aI/AAAAAAAAAKk/du0td3SM6pE/s1600-h/DSC_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SwAW2__r1aI/AAAAAAAAAKk/du0td3SM6pE/s320/DSC_0023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404344686991889826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;kami dilarang membawa kendaraan sendiri ke sanur. kalo ketahuan bawa, 1x ortu dipanggil, 2x ya dikeluarin heuhauhe. yang boleh cuman sepeda, asik ye!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SwAXjAnkvpI/AAAAAAAAAKs/zvnBRE7eKaA/s1600-h/DSC_0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SwAXjAnkvpI/AAAAAAAAAKs/zvnBRE7eKaA/s320/DSC_0027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404345443073441426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ini dia lagi peraturan yg kocak. DILARANG BERMESRAAN MAUPUN MENUNJUKAN PERILAKU INTIM YANG SIFATNYA MENGANGGU KENYAMANAN!!! huahueueahua ini paling kocak soalnya gue suka gangguin pasangan2 yg mesra gue teriakin aje,&lt;br /&gt;"PASAL 24 WOI!!!" haha mampus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yah itu sih beberapa aturan yang kocak. sebenernya masih ada lagi aturan main sanur yang mungkin lo anggep super duper freak (emang sih emang banget), contohnya dilarang makan dikelas lah apalah, tapi gue lama-lama jadiin itu bahan tertawaan aje, udah kebiasaan. mungkin juga di sekolah2 lainperaturannya kaya gini, kaya waktu gue smp juga sempet tuh gaboleh bawa hp. TAPI CUMAN TAHAN SEMINGGU DISIPLINNYA. hahaha selanjutnya ya bawa2 aje. bedanya kalo disanur, peraturan tuh bukan cuman OMDO. tapi beneran diterapin setegas-tegasnye. emang bikin gerah ye. yah ga heran sih orang-orang nyebut sanur penjara, emang kaya penjara kok haha. kocaknya waktu smp gue sempet mikir anjrit nih sekolah banyak aturan... pas masuk sanur, beuh. culture shock gue. bahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi disamping itu semua, dengan berbagai peraturan super ketat itu bukan berarti kami anak-anak yang selalu menuruti peraturan. mungkin banyak yg ngikutin, tapi ga semuanya gitu. ada kok anak-anak yg misalnya diem2 bawa hp ditaro di (sensor) ato titip laptop trus pas dibawa ke kelas ya foto2 pake webcam juga, ato diem-diem makan dikelas dibawah meja, ban pinggang diliatin juga cuman depan gerbang doang, selanjutnya ya keluarin dikit lah haha. tapi kebandelan kebandelan kecil itu jadi memori tersendiri yang suka bikin gue geli sendiri kalo keinget:')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all folks, stay cool&lt;br /&gt;TAMI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279665359996765346-5390036196818361299?l=t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/feeds/5390036196818361299/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279665359996765346&amp;postID=5390036196818361299' title='3 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/5390036196818361299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/5390036196818361299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/2009/11/tata-tertib-kampus-santa-ursula-bsd.html' title='Tata Tertib KAMPUS Santa Ursula BSD'/><author><name>Utami Sandyarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12691509765109422685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtbVZTcz1lM/Tq24oCHkDRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/K_5QKmPULH8/s220/IMG_0060aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SwAOzJPKTeI/AAAAAAAAAJU/d33onDDWE0M/s72-c/DSC_0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279665359996765346.post-2539391434971338873</id><published>2009-11-15T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T05:17:41.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amnesia</title><content type='html'>Mygosh! It's been a long time i havent updated anything here eh? Yeayea those school works, projects, exams, yadayadayada have made me quite a bit, retarded. yeah. like there's not even just one day without homework, or test, and ive been haunted by these projects, film project, book project, novelet project, grrrr. and in a week im gonna have final exams! Plus afterschool lesson, monday, wednesday, 2 on thursday, and SUNDAY. hm. what a 12graders polemic. wow. TIME FLIES. fuckin fast. and i need a holidaaaaaaaaaay! Feels like it was just yesterday we stepped to the 12thgrade, but it turned out that it's been almost 6months. and in no time we're gonna have university entrance tests, final examination, and in eine Augenblick will be entering the gates of universities! (hopefully. Amen!) i feel like riding on a rollercoaster. fast and furious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway, what have been happening to me lately? too much i guess. and too overwhelming. but i guess im just gonna tell you the whole big picture. my life, has been in the zero point lately i guess. ZERO POINT. yeah. like you dont feel happy in whatever you do? i got 100 in english or german or 90 for math or wtv, i go out and have fun with my friends, i make my self busy with this and that but somehow i still feel thoughts tangling in my mind. i really dont know whats happening on me -__- hilfe mir bitte!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, those feelings. to hell with it. but fuck, i cant. i know its been so long. but, i just cant. I wanna ask God to give me amnesia, but oh well:'( it keep on flying across my mind, and even haunting me down to my dream. i admit that, what ive been doing is just running away from the truth. but how can i face the truth if it is just so painful? knowing that those days have gone by, i have nothing to do with it anymore. all i gotta do is to put everything about it aside. but now all i have left is this regret. and this regret i have is haunting me down, swallowing me, sinking me deep down to the bottom. i know, emo -.-. but that's what i feel, so fuck you who says that im  emo. wtv you say wont make any difference anyway. well these thoughts are welling up inside me, sooner or later, im gonna puke. i guess amnesia can help me. I wish by God you'd stay out of my mind. my life. my dream. Now that youve got your life back, i hope you enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the other hand.............................  i've got my life back. ( well, a bit.) hahaha. dont worry, i still can find cheers in my friends' laughter, smile,  and stupidities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess that's all i can say,&lt;br /&gt;Tami.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279665359996765346-2539391434971338873?l=t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/feeds/2539391434971338873/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279665359996765346&amp;postID=2539391434971338873' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/2539391434971338873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/2539391434971338873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/2009/11/amnesia.html' title='Amnesia'/><author><name>Utami Sandyarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12691509765109422685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtbVZTcz1lM/Tq24oCHkDRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/K_5QKmPULH8/s220/IMG_0060aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279665359996765346.post-7763205637873783225</id><published>2009-10-27T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T00:48:31.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;1. Who was your last text from?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln2');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Rama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln3');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Where was your default picture taken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln4');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Aga's birthday partay, Just Steak Mahakam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln5');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln6"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Whats your middle name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln6');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln7"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Don't have any&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln7');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln8"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Your current relationship status?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln8');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln9"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Single lady hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln9');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln10"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;5. Does your crush like you back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln10');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln11"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;and who's my crush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln11');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln12"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;6. What is your current mood?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln12');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln13"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;30% sick sick sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln13');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln14"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;7. What did you do after school yesterday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln14');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln15"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;trapped at school cause of the storm then after school lesson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln15');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln16"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;8. What color shirt are you wearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln16');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln17"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln17');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln18"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;9. Who's your crush?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln18');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 } &lt;/script&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;see number 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln19');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln20"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;10. If you could go back in time and change something, would you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln20');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln21"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;yeah. to that time when i should have reply those sms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln21');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln22"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;12. Ever had a near death experience?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln22');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln23"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;YEAH ONCE. seru nyet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln23');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln24"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;13. Something you do a lot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln24');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln25"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;fart. online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln25');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln26"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;15. Who can you tell anything to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln26');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln27"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;.......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln27');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln28"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;16. Name someone who has the same birthday as you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln28');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln29"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;err i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln29');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln30"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;17. When was the last time you cried?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln30');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln31"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;a month a go i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln31');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln32"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;18. What's the last thing you ate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln32');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln33"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln33');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln34"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;19. If you could have one super power what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln34');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln35"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;to alter time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln35');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln36"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;20. What's the first thing you notice about a guy/girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln36');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln37"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;look? HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln37');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln38"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;21. What do you usually order from starbucks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln38');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln39"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Vanilla Frappe with extra caramelle:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln39');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln40"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;22. What's your biggest secret?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln40');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln41"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;dang you want me to spill it out here dumbass?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln41');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln42"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;23. Favorite color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln42');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln43"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln43');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln44"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;24. What song has a special meaning for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln44');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln45"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Go On - Gavin Mikhail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln45');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln46"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;25. Do you still watch kiddy movies or tv show?&lt;br /&gt;Spoengebob squarepants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln47');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln48"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;26. What are you eating or drinking at the moment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln48');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln49"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln49');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln50"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;28. What's your favorite smell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln50');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln51"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Honeydew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln51');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln52"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;29. Describe your life in one word; what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln52');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln53"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Life is just a play:s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln53');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln54"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;30. Have you ever kissed in the rain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln54');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln55"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln55');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln56"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;31. Why did your last relationship fail?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln56');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 } &lt;/script&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;my bad hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln57');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln58"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;32. What are you thinking about right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln58');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln59"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;(censored)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln59');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln60"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;33. What should you be doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln60');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln61"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;at school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln61');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln62"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;34. Did someone make you upset/angry today? and who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln62');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln63"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln63');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln64"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;35. What are you listening to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln64');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln65"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Enigma - Sadness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln65');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln66"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;36. Do you like working in the yard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln66');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln67"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln67');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln68"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;37. If you could have any last name in the world, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln68');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln69"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Trump&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln69');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln70"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;38. Do you act differently around the person you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln70');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln71"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;guess so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln71');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln72"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;39. What is your natural hair color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln72');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln73"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;brunette/brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln73');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln74"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;40. Who was the last person to make you cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln74');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln75"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;tssssssssss -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279665359996765346-7763205637873783225?l=t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/feeds/7763205637873783225/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279665359996765346&amp;postID=7763205637873783225' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/7763205637873783225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/7763205637873783225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/2009/10/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Utami Sandyarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12691509765109422685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtbVZTcz1lM/Tq24oCHkDRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/K_5QKmPULH8/s220/IMG_0060aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279665359996765346.post-4900368711371224574</id><published>2009-10-26T23:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T00:08:00.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gary Come Home</title><content type='html'>Noon guys,&lt;br /&gt;I didnt go to school today, im effin sick-.- this flu is killin me! and you know what ive peed like 10times in the last 5 hours! Geez. Hopefully i can get better before friday or ill miss Soulnation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, today i just stayed in my mom's room and watched  tv. Its been a long time since the last time i watched Spongebob Squarepants, and today's episode was when Gary left Spongebob cause he neglected him. But then Spongebob really regretted it and was looking everywhere for Gary. Here's the music video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aWrNDrtUrm4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aWrNDrtUrm4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gary now i know i was wrong i messed up and now your gone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gary I'm sorry i neglected you, oh i never expected you to runaway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and leave me feeling this empty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your meow right now would sound like music to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please come home 'cause i miss you Gary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gary come home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gary come home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gary come home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gary cant you see i was blind ill do anything to change your mind!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;More than a pet youre my best friend to cool to forget, comeback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause we are family and forgive me for making you wanna roam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and now my heart is beating like the saddest metronome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Some where i hope youre reading my latest three word poem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Gary come home! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Gary come home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279665359996765346-4900368711371224574?l=t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/feeds/4900368711371224574/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279665359996765346&amp;postID=4900368711371224574' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/4900368711371224574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/4900368711371224574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/2009/10/gary-come-home.html' title='Gary Come Home'/><author><name>Utami Sandyarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12691509765109422685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtbVZTcz1lM/Tq24oCHkDRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/K_5QKmPULH8/s220/IMG_0060aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279665359996765346.post-5579019770635195500</id><published>2009-10-25T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T09:18:41.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>River Flows in You Cover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey guys, this is me playin the piano of River Flows in You by Yiruma. Sorry made some little mistakes:p but enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1hmLagJgDbI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1hmLagJgDbI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279665359996765346-5579019770635195500?l=t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/feeds/5579019770635195500/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279665359996765346&amp;postID=5579019770635195500' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/5579019770635195500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/5579019770635195500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/2009/10/river-flows-in-you-cover.html' title='River Flows in You Cover'/><author><name>Utami Sandyarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12691509765109422685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtbVZTcz1lM/Tq24oCHkDRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/K_5QKmPULH8/s220/IMG_0060aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279665359996765346.post-771026643417393594</id><published>2009-10-24T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T08:29:37.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taman Lawang</title><content type='html'>Morning gays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOSIL sukses! Yeah &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tiketnya sold out padahal baru berjalan 1 jam&lt;/span&gt; huahahaha keren. ampe bikin tiket tambahan dan akhir2nya jebol. keren. Pas Barry Likumahuwa juga audiencenya kooperatif banget, asik abis nyanyi Indonesia Pusaka ato Gebyar-Gebyar ye? Lupa gue huahaha. Waktu Jacket Potato juga. Trus pas gue lagi di lorong gitu kan papasan sm Barry abis manggung, dianya bilang gitu, "Keren banget acaranya!" gue senyam senyum kembang kempis hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyway,&lt;br /&gt;yaya kalian tahu sanur kan, mau semalem acara selese jam berape juga besoknya (Sabtu) tetep masuk sekolah. GA LIBUR. gue dengan segenap tenaga, dan berasa kaki udah RATA (Pegel banget kaki gue GILAA), pun terseok-seok masuk sekolah! Untung saja kami agak pintar mengelabui guru religiusitas kami yang agak suka curcol, jadi yaudah kita nanya-nanya tentang dulu dia pacaran berapa lama awet ato gaa gitugitu lah. ujung-ujungnya dia malah curcol pacaran 10tahun sama suaminya bla3. hahaha sampai akirnya bel pun berbunyi. senangnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu kedua, pelajaran creative writing. Haha gampanglah ini. Toh ujung-ujungnya kita malah gosipin salah satu guru tukang bokis gitu di sekolah. Trus curcol ttg raditya dika juga tuh guru creatif writing gue huahaha. senangnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu ketiga, gamelan bali. bekas memar seminggu yg lalu karena bermain kendang pun kembali terbuka. Malah lebih parah karena kali ini tangan gue yg kiri pake menepuk kendang. jadi selamat ya tam jari mu biru biru sekarang huahahaha. tapi gpp ah keren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok selanjutnya gue pulang. malam minggu. biasanya gue udah ada acara, ato at least rencana ato bahkan tujuan doang untuk malam itu. tapi kemarin tidak biasanya. got no plan at all huh. Ditelfon Aceh untuk nonton dia manggung di Ricci, Edward juga nyuruh kesana, tapi yah apadaya gue gatau kesananya gimana, biasanya ama Pm Cimbon. Pm ke Bandung. Rencana pertama gagal. Rencana ke dua, Musa mengajak gue untuk ikut ke ultah temennya di Menteng. Yah gimane gue kesananya lagi lagi -.- dia sendiri aja nebeng temennya karena mobilnya speedometernya rusak entar takut tiba2 mogok dijalan soalnya gatau kalo bensinnya udah abis huahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas. oh Alas. Wanita kesepian ini pun sendiri di malam minggu bersama komputernya. Gue udah berniat untuk nonton DVD Once, eh pas gue masukin ke dvd player gamau ngebaca. kampret. Gue punmengajak ayah gue untuk hunting dvd di itc. katanya oke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue pun ol bentar.  Waktu menunjukan pukul 7 malam dan gue belom ada rencana juga. Tiba2 Tama, tetangga gue, nanya gue dimana, gue bilang dirumah. Dia juga dirumah. Kami bosan. Pertama dia mengajak ke fx fotoin temennya manggung. tapi gue lg males jalan gaul gitu. hidup sedang membosankan. dan gue butuh tantangan. yaudah &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;gue tantang tama untuk ke TL&lt;/span&gt;. Haha TL itu loh Taman Lawang, sarangnya banci-banci paling kece seantero jakarta. Tama pun menerima tantangan gue yeaaah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;setelah itu Tama pun langsung menjemput gue. Yah ga pake buluk!!! Buluk tuh starlet merahnya yang (emang) buluk dan bunyinya heboh. Heboh banget! Tapi seru nyet pake itu haha. Sayangnya kali ini dia bawa CR-V yg kinclong gitu, gaya benerrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emak gue nitip minta beliin bebek bengil. So yauda kite ke Tosari beli bebek dulu. Trus bistu makan ayam kuluyuk bistu hunting foto ke bunderan HI. Namun ketika gue lg diatas jembatan ngambil foto, tiba2&lt;br /&gt;gue: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lo ngerasa bergetar ga sih?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tama: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;iya tam... daritadi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gue: (kembali memoto)&lt;br /&gt;---bergetar kembali----&lt;br /&gt;gue: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tuh kan! getar lagi! ngerasa ga sih lo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tama:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; iya tam daritadi daah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gue: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gempa bukan sih?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tama: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nah makannnya gue takutnya itu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gue: (kembali moto seakan ga peduli)&lt;br /&gt;---tiba2 sepasang homo lewat-----&lt;br /&gt;homo2: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;katanya gempanya 8,2 SR ya? bla3.&lt;/span&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;*gue dan tama bertatap2an*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anjir malah ngomongin gempa. disaat yang tak tepat, yaitu saat gue ngerasa inijembatan tempat kaki gue menapak sedang bergetar-getar. ANEHNYA GA ADA YG PANIK!!! yaude gue stay cool juga huahaha. ngomong2 ternyata emg bener, kemaren ada gempa di maluku kan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nih beberapa hasil jepretan gue, biasa banget! ga bawa tripod sih huh. gue gerak dikit lgs blurred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SuRrBvvLwuI/AAAAAAAAAIU/T6gBx6GuOLc/s1600-h/HI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SuRrBvvLwuI/AAAAAAAAAIU/T6gBx6GuOLc/s320/HI.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396555931235107554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SuRrsHWIcJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/X81VfrxDg6M/s1600-h/HI4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SuRrsHWIcJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/X81VfrxDg6M/s320/HI4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396556659126988946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SuRrWE1lxeI/AAAAAAAAAIc/mKNYBJa407o/s1600-h/HI2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SuRrWE1lxeI/AAAAAAAAAIc/mKNYBJa407o/s320/HI2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396556280496506338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SuRt4AyRmPI/AAAAAAAAAIs/J1vkSjqfEhc/s1600-h/HI3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SuRt4AyRmPI/AAAAAAAAAIs/J1vkSjqfEhc/s320/HI3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396559062547667186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selanjutnya gue ama Tama lewatin daerah TL. Baru pas belok kiri BANCINYA LAGI RAME NYEET. oke ini malam, jam 11, dan malam minggu. kombinasi yang kurang enak. SANGAT GA ENAK. kenapa? karena mobil gue hampir dicegat sama &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;BANCI YANG MENARIK KERAH BAJUNYA KEBAWAH SEHINGGA BUAH DADANYA KEMANA-MANAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.&lt;/span&gt; HOEK HOEK HOEK. dan itu terlihat sangat amat GA ALAMI. IH SEREM BGT. mana bawa kecrekan gitu sambil ngamen, trus &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tetenya krompyang krompyang &lt;/span&gt;KEMANE MANE HUAHAHAHHHA. panik abis gue lgs nyuruh tama ngebut! daripada dicegat! mati pingsan gue di cegat. masalahnya mobil depan gue dicegat................... kasihan. eh tp ada yg cantik bgt aja loh bancinya hahahahaha keren. trus pas udah lewat&lt;br /&gt;tama: tam lo tadi liat bawahnya?&lt;br /&gt;gue: enggak, gue cukup liat atasnya ga berani liat lebih lanjut. lo liat?&lt;br /&gt;tama: liat gue!! udah jadi cewe!!&lt;br /&gt;gue: SUMPAHLO? ANJING NAJIS&lt;br /&gt;tama: IYE &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UDAH  BENTUK CEWE!!!&lt;/span&gt; GELI GUE JUGA&lt;br /&gt;gue: emang dibuka-buka?&lt;br /&gt;tama: IYA DIBUKA BUKA TADIII LO GA LIAT?&lt;br /&gt;gue: GA BERANI GUE LIAT HOEK NAJIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;astaga jadi tuh banci atas bawah dibuka. SEREM BANGET. GELI GUA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;udah ah segini aja ok&lt;br /&gt;stay cool&lt;br /&gt;TAMI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279665359996765346-771026643417393594?l=t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/feeds/771026643417393594/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279665359996765346&amp;postID=771026643417393594' title='1 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/771026643417393594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/771026643417393594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/2009/10/morning-gays-fosil-sukses-yeah-tiketnya.html' title='Taman Lawang'/><author><name>Utami Sandyarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12691509765109422685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtbVZTcz1lM/Tq24oCHkDRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/K_5QKmPULH8/s220/IMG_0060aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SuRrBvvLwuI/AAAAAAAAAIU/T6gBx6GuOLc/s72-c/HI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279665359996765346.post-5237675910598972936</id><published>2009-10-22T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T10:32:17.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cut Off</title><content type='html'>Good evening gays,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew! What-a-daaaaaaaaay. You know what? I left school at around 6pm rite, cause i thought me and Disti should help the guys to prepare for tmorrow's event, but it turned out they didnt need our help so we just chat around in the middle of the hall, just the two of us. I left school at 6 and went home, but at around 6.15 i went out again to go to the math course class. we finished at around 8 something, went home, tidied my room up. finished all the preparation for the band competition final tomorrow. brushed my bathroom. hanged up all the drenched clothes. yadayadayada and here i am, online, in front of the computer. tired. tired. tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway, today is THE DAY WHEN I FINALLY DECIDED TO END THIS NEVERENDING PROBLEM. i've been thinking about the consequences and yeah, i decided to cut off every connection until im done with this. i wont see him anymore, and he cant see me no more. which means i 'memotong tali silaturahmi', but who cares? thats the best way for me to get out this hole. No im not gonna check on him anymore, no im not gonna think about him anymore, and no im not gonna give a damn about him anymore, AND HELL NO im not gonna have feelings left for him. yeah thats what im gonna do. we're gonna live a whole different separrated life. that's the way it should be to end this. PEOPLE, THIS IS GONNA BE MY LAST POSTING ABOUT HIM. TAKE MY WORDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! so bye bye bye bye bye:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now! Whats my priority?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;JURUSAN ILMU POLITIK&lt;br /&gt;FAKULTAS ILMU SOSIAL DAN POLITIK&lt;br /&gt;UNIVERSITAS INDONESIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tomorrow im gonna meet such an ohmygosh SUPER cute boy:3 wishmeluck! Oh plus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs260.snc1/10718_1135576104977_1094573624_30344576_7414406_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 409px; height: 305px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs260.snc1/10718_1135576104977_1094573624_30344576_7414406_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Malam Puncak FOSIL, besok 5-9pm. w/ RADITYA DIKA, BARRY LIKUMAHUWA, JACKET POTATO, FOOD FESTIVAL +many more! HTM Rp 5ribu +doorprizes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Come and join the fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;seeya there!&lt;br /&gt;TAMI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279665359996765346-5237675910598972936?l=t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/feeds/5237675910598972936/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279665359996765346&amp;postID=5237675910598972936' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/5237675910598972936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/5237675910598972936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/2009/10/cut-off.html' title='Cut Off'/><author><name>Utami Sandyarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12691509765109422685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtbVZTcz1lM/Tq24oCHkDRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/K_5QKmPULH8/s220/IMG_0060aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279665359996765346.post-7279308221226262605</id><published>2009-10-21T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T10:33:24.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Pics to be found!</title><content type='html'>Hey guys i was just foolin around my old folders in my old hard drive rite and i found these pics! So cool huh? :p My friend Reszki was the one who took those pics, thanks res!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/St9BfztU-GI/AAAAAAAAAHk/KZYmAJuuflc/s1600-h/gue+serem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/St9BfztU-GI/AAAAAAAAAHk/KZYmAJuuflc/s320/gue+serem.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395102893325219938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sok &lt;/span&gt;misterius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/St9EDM1atGI/AAAAAAAAAHs/pSKdn9IOP2E/s1600-h/macem2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/St9EDM1atGI/AAAAAAAAAHs/pSKdn9IOP2E/s320/macem2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395105700388713570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gue juga bingung kenapa harus ada gue merayap di pantat gue sendiri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/St9FMGYXSBI/AAAAAAAAAIE/yQDCr2g9WHU/s1600-h/ungu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/St9FMGYXSBI/AAAAAAAAAIE/yQDCr2g9WHU/s320/ungu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395106952786692114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/St9EDabHBGI/AAAAAAAAAH0/v2YP2ZyhGYo/s1600-h/kewelz2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/St9EDabHBGI/AAAAAAAAAH0/v2YP2ZyhGYo/s320/kewelz2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395105704036467810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and this one is my favourite:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kirain foto-foto gue jaman dulu aib semua, ternyata ada yang kaga aib2 amat hahaha. yaude tidur ah gue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nitey nite!&lt;br /&gt;TAMI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279665359996765346-7279308221226262605?l=t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/feeds/7279308221226262605/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279665359996765346&amp;postID=7279308221226262605' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/7279308221226262605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/7279308221226262605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/2009/10/old-pics-to-be-found.html' title='Old Pics to be found!'/><author><name>Utami Sandyarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12691509765109422685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtbVZTcz1lM/Tq24oCHkDRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/K_5QKmPULH8/s220/IMG_0060aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/St9BfztU-GI/AAAAAAAAAHk/KZYmAJuuflc/s72-c/gue+serem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279665359996765346.post-3871894403126860047</id><published>2009-10-20T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T22:59:49.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mean Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ohmygosh how i love ruining other people's lives! Yippie:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279665359996765346-3871894403126860047?l=t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/feeds/3871894403126860047/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279665359996765346&amp;postID=3871894403126860047' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/3871894403126860047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/3871894403126860047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/2009/10/mean-girl.html' title='Mean Girl'/><author><name>Utami Sandyarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12691509765109422685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtbVZTcz1lM/Tq24oCHkDRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/K_5QKmPULH8/s220/IMG_0060aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279665359996765346.post-3522061347298056195</id><published>2009-10-20T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T10:11:34.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smart Guess</title><content type='html'>Oh one thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bukan gue yang sok tahu. Tapi lo yang gatau apa-apa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes, see the world with different perspective. Plus, gue bukan dukun nyet haha. Gue cuman menggunakan indra gue dari apa yang gue lihat dan dengar dari berbagai sumber, dan i took conclusion based on that. and THAT'S what i call a SMART GUESS. soalnya kalo guess, ya lo asal nebak doang kek cap cip cup. it's not smart rite?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279665359996765346-3522061347298056195?l=t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/feeds/3522061347298056195/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279665359996765346&amp;postID=3522061347298056195' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/3522061347298056195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/3522061347298056195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/2009/10/smart-guess.html' title='Smart Guess'/><author><name>Utami Sandyarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12691509765109422685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtbVZTcz1lM/Tq24oCHkDRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/K_5QKmPULH8/s220/IMG_0060aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279665359996765346.post-8749811931276429698</id><published>2009-10-20T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T10:05:10.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Neverending Story</title><content type='html'>Gosh it turned out that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;he still does open my blog&lt;/span&gt;! God. -.- pleaseeeeeeeee &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you got your life and ive got mine&lt;/span&gt;, you got your new one &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;why do you still mingle on me&lt;/span&gt;? just leave it! okay? im so over with all of these. Be consistent will ya? You chose her, leave my blog, leave my fb, leave my twitter, just, leave me. You cant do both thing! You shouldnt still check on me while having a new girlfriend! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Youre gonna hurt both side&lt;/span&gt;! please. If you still do this, then leave her. but if you decided to not to do it anymore, then carry on with your girl ok. Cause what youve been doing, checking on me and stuff, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shows that youre still unsure about your decision&lt;/span&gt;. But thats your problem. So anyway,  i want you to learn something from this, that &lt;blockquote&gt;every decision you take has their own consequences&lt;/blockquote&gt;And now your consequece is, leave me. forget me. Cause its, no offense, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ANNOYING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, for me if you keep on doing that. Ohmy gosh............... it feels so neverending:'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th07.deviantart.net/fs44/300W/i/2009/158/c/e/The_Decision_by_ChewyTwin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://th07.deviantart.net/fs44/300W/i/2009/158/c/e/The_Decision_by_ChewyTwin.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm so tired of these. Fucking tired. Fed Up. and DONE WITH IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ONCE AND FOR ALL, LEAVE ME. or leave her. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(apaansi gue sok bgt hahahaahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nitey nite!&lt;br /&gt;Tami&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279665359996765346-8749811931276429698?l=t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/feeds/8749811931276429698/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279665359996765346&amp;postID=8749811931276429698' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/8749811931276429698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/8749811931276429698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/2009/10/neverending-story.html' title='Neverending Story'/><author><name>Utami Sandyarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12691509765109422685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtbVZTcz1lM/Tq24oCHkDRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/K_5QKmPULH8/s220/IMG_0060aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279665359996765346.post-4752710338580689269</id><published>2009-10-19T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T10:00:32.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bringing Back Old Story</title><content type='html'>Hey yo, yea you, if you still check on my blog, this is for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's useless for me to say this, cause it's been.....how long? more than a month i guess rite? life goes on, day after day, night after night, youve got yours, and ive got.......uhm idk haha. But hey if you wonder&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; do i still check on you?&lt;/span&gt; Yes i do. I still open your facebook, check on your pm, yadayadayada. haha i know, seems desperate huh? sometimes until know&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; i still feel like it aint rea&lt;/span&gt;l. weird. ya know. (ok maybe you dont know haha). i still have hopes, wishes, over you. frankly speaking, i do! keep on telling people how i dont want you anymore. acting like i dont give a damn about you anymore. but theose memories well up in my head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/StyaWBZzcYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/MirWrVmPqc4/s1600-h/gaya16kecil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/StyaWBZzcYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/MirWrVmPqc4/s320/gaya16kecil.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394356156807475586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i have a feeling that you're not you anymore. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Youre listening to the other someone inside you!&lt;/span&gt; I can feel that youre &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;not happy with your current life&lt;/span&gt; (apart from being ms.know-it-all) i was just guessing ok. smart guess. your new one doesnt even seem serious with you, i know &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she still has a thing with her ex rite&lt;/span&gt;? HAHA. ok. this is too much. sorry hehe. back to the topic, yea, i knew it boy.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; i knew it ALL&lt;/span&gt; waaaaaaaaaaay looong before you got your new one. i knew what you did everynight, i knew you still check on me. my blog. my facebook. my twitter. Even that nite when you text me that youre glad with what ive chosen, i knew what happened after that!! being sad and all. Wow its like &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;youre wearing a way different mask when youre facing me&lt;/span&gt;. But behind me, youre just as sad as a rotten flower. You thought i knew nothing? Haha think again boy. So when you got together with the new one, i was laughing all nite long. Cause i knew how you were at that time! your feeling, your condition........... i was like, "omg how poor she is." and you, yeah how poor you, THAT desperate to seek for replacement? But hey like my friend told me, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe he couldnt forget you if he didnt get together with her. maybe it's his way to forget you.&lt;/span&gt;" haha yeah, i believe that. i just keep on wondering how poor the girl is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT like you said, '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;it's normal&lt;/span&gt;'. so yeah i keep on saying, 'hey tami, it's normal, it's normal. time itself will make you forget about those'. so that's what i do! and it kinda works. it helps me to push those memories aside, and make my way to something new. Hopefully, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;time may find me somebody new:)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;not&lt;/span&gt; as a replacement, cause i believe each person has their own positives and negatives. I dont want any diversion, replacement, whatsoever.  Cause if i get together with someone, that means &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i put my faith in him&lt;/span&gt;, i trust him as someone special. Getting together for me isnt something as easy as a b c. not for playin. not to take revenge, or any childish game. Thats why i take it seloooooooooow buddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey currently, currently, currently................ i think i like a guy. Cute and SUPERcool :3 Is he &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the one&lt;/span&gt;? Haha let's just let it flow, then wait and see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;Tami&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279665359996765346-4752710338580689269?l=t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/feeds/4752710338580689269/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279665359996765346&amp;postID=4752710338580689269' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/4752710338580689269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/4752710338580689269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/2009/10/bringing-back-old-story.html' title='Bringing Back Old Story'/><author><name>Utami Sandyarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12691509765109422685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtbVZTcz1lM/Tq24oCHkDRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/K_5QKmPULH8/s220/IMG_0060aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/StyaWBZzcYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/MirWrVmPqc4/s72-c/gaya16kecil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279665359996765346.post-6229714911491869209</id><published>2009-10-19T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T08:34:11.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>13 Horses - Alexander Rybak</title><content type='html'>Guten Abend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys lately ive been listening to this song. One saad-saad song, from Alexander Rybak. A Norwegian musician, violinist, and singer. Everytime i listen to this song, i always have this chill all over my body, and this sad feeling inside me. The lyric is amazingly beautiful. It is about 13 horses who are swimming in the middle of the sea because their ship has sunk. They kept on struggling and they thought it was just a race, but actually it was not. They imagined their masters, being proud of them, will give them food and play with them, but in the end it never happened. How sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the music isnt as good and as skillful as others, but that doesnt matter anyway, cause overall, i would give 100thumbs for this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the lyric:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;13 horses swimming in the sea&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for someone to find them&lt;br /&gt;Their ship is gone&lt;br /&gt;and now they are alone&lt;br /&gt;With water everywhere around them&lt;br /&gt;The men were saved&lt;br /&gt;from the sinking ship&lt;br /&gt;Right before it started to burn&lt;br /&gt;And while they’re safe&lt;br /&gt;their loyal friends need help&lt;br /&gt;Patiently waiting for their turn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 horses swimming in the sea&lt;br /&gt;They don’t even know it’s pointless&lt;br /&gt;Their pride remains&lt;br /&gt;but this time it won’t help&lt;br /&gt;They used to be so tall&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly they’re small&lt;br /&gt;There’s a couple waiting far behind&lt;br /&gt;Soon they will be out of sight&lt;br /&gt;But then who cares –&lt;br /&gt;they’re dying anyway&lt;br /&gt;All of them are doomed this night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 horses swimming in the sea&lt;br /&gt;The sea they thought was just a river&lt;br /&gt;They’re used to this&lt;br /&gt;it’s probably just a race&lt;br /&gt;That helps to ease their minds&lt;br /&gt;but where’s the finish line&lt;br /&gt;The night grows dark&lt;br /&gt;the body wants to rest&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to breathe&lt;br /&gt;and still they do their best&lt;br /&gt;They want to live&lt;br /&gt;no matter for how long&lt;br /&gt;Their thoughts all disappeared&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause now they’re really scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 horses struggling in the sea&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for someone to find them&lt;br /&gt;They don’t look back&lt;br /&gt;‘cause what’s the point of that&lt;br /&gt;There is only death behind them&lt;br /&gt;They cry for help&lt;br /&gt;but help will never come&lt;br /&gt;They don’t know where to swim&lt;br /&gt;or what they’re swimming from&lt;br /&gt;They try to swim some more&lt;br /&gt;when panic starts to spread&lt;br /&gt;They’re swimming in to shore&lt;br /&gt;but only in their heads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3 last horses&lt;br /&gt;Dying in the sea&lt;br /&gt;Shouting out their cries for no one&lt;br /&gt;They’re born to win&lt;br /&gt;they’re screaming in their hearts&lt;br /&gt;The strength of thousand men&lt;br /&gt;They’re fighting to the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun is out&lt;br /&gt;Birds are everywhere&lt;br /&gt;They’re flying high&lt;br /&gt;surfing in the air&lt;br /&gt;It’s nice to live&lt;br /&gt;when life is such a blast&lt;br /&gt;One horse still swims&lt;br /&gt;it seems to be the last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thirteenth horse&lt;br /&gt;has always been the best&lt;br /&gt;His owner will be proud&lt;br /&gt;But now he wants to rest&lt;br /&gt;He’s longing for his home&lt;br /&gt;The girl will give him food&lt;br /&gt;“Good boy” - she’ll say&lt;br /&gt;together they will play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 horses swimming in the sea&lt;br /&gt;Soon they will be gone forever&lt;br /&gt;And while they swim,&lt;br /&gt;One thing still remains&lt;br /&gt;And that’s the hope that never dies&lt;br /&gt;It never dies&lt;br /&gt;It never dies&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hNBNQ1tXhqY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hNBNQ1tXhqY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah that's all for tonite folks! mari bermellow dan bersensitif ria hahahaaha&lt;br /&gt;Tami&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279665359996765346-6229714911491869209?l=t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/feeds/6229714911491869209/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279665359996765346&amp;postID=6229714911491869209' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/6229714911491869209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/6229714911491869209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/2009/10/13-horses-alexander-rybak.html' title='13 Horses - Alexander Rybak'/><author><name>Utami Sandyarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12691509765109422685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtbVZTcz1lM/Tq24oCHkDRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/K_5QKmPULH8/s220/IMG_0060aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279665359996765346.post-8038657245448752532</id><published>2009-10-14T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T00:42:43.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Language Class goes to Goethe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs248.snc1/9525_1248724544488_1420700847_30748549_4070289_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 299px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs248.snc1/9525_1248724544488_1420700847_30748549_4070289_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holla-back everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Langsung aje ye, tadi gue cabs dari sekolah ke Goethe Institut di Menteng. Awalnya gue dan anak-anak kelas gue bingung naik apaan kesono, dulu sih biasanya ya nyewa mobilnya Pak Cecep aje. tapi berhubung populasi ditambah dengan anak kelas 11 yg notabennya 8 orang, jadi jumlah homo sapien yang perlu diangkut adalah 17 orang! plus frau Audrey jadi 18 orang. plus supir jadi 19. hebat. naik apaan kite? masa mau nyewa bus? ih heboh bgt ga sih mau ke goethe aja naik bus, dikira rombongan dari tegal kali gua haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi akhirnya kita memutuskan untuk memesan sejenis mobil elf dari bluebird. yang dibuat untuk 11 orang. namun ya dengan menakjubkan kami dapat mengisinya sampai 18 orang! wow!!!  hahaha udah empit-empitkan kek sarden tau ga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oiya, jeje ulang taun jadi tadi kita mampir ke dapur coklat buat beli kue surprise untuk jeje! enak banget dah huh. kalo punya duit gue beli sekarung. (ga sekarung juga sih, obesitas gue)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sesampainya di goethe kami makan. trus dari kejauhan berjalanlah seorang bule. ganteng. hot. lucu. uh. sempurna~. gue yang duduk sama dinar disti andri hattya nisa yang notabennya cewe-cewe GATEL, apalagi disti. super centil dan gatel gila men. berhasrat untuk ngisengin si bule. berhubung pada pengen tau namanya, si bule yg duduk di meja sebelah kita, dipanggil2 namanya, dari "peter, mark, michael...." tapi kaga nengok2. hahaha gatau malu dah yg manggil2. kalo gue jd bulenya keknya gue lempar kuah soto mie ke muka mereka deh saking annoyingnya haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abis itu ada pemutaran film runtuhnya tembok berlin, layaknya film sejarah yg lain, yaaa..........&lt;br /&gt;haha abis itu kita tur keliling pameran, ada miniatur tembok berlin yg bener2 dibuat dr semen, beserta isi-isinya! ada coklatnya, permennya, haaaaaaaaaaaaah NYUM. ada juga dimana gue bikin graffiti fufufuufufu KEREN! trus ada kaya gambar-gambar buat foto muka gitu wkwkwk. 10 thumbs up buat pamerannya ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nih deh tinggal gue kasih liat foto-foto&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs248.snc1/9525_1248727264556_1420700847_30748561_7718134_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 265px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs248.snc1/9525_1248727264556_1420700847_30748561_7718134_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ada yg mau sebuah paket berisi kepalanya nisa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs248.snc1/9525_1248727144553_1420700847_30748560_5031716_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 196px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs248.snc1/9525_1248727144553_1420700847_30748560_5031716_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs268.snc1/9525_1248725384509_1420700847_30748552_1510032_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 195px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs268.snc1/9525_1248725384509_1420700847_30748552_1510032_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs248.snc1/9525_1248725824520_1420700847_30748554_2691279_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 244px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs248.snc1/9525_1248725824520_1420700847_30748554_2691279_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nivea buat yang segede gajah kali ye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs248.snc1/9525_1248724064476_1420700847_30748548_8134880_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 225px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs248.snc1/9525_1248724064476_1420700847_30748548_8134880_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs268.snc1/9525_1248723264456_1420700847_30748544_2010942_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 223px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs268.snc1/9525_1248723264456_1420700847_30748544_2010942_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kiri Frau Ari, guru jerman gue, persis kek Michael Jackson!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kanan, gue dengan bibir ga sante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gantengan mane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;stay cool,&lt;br /&gt;Sandyarani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279665359996765346-8038657245448752532?l=t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/feeds/8038657245448752532/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279665359996765346&amp;postID=8038657245448752532' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/8038657245448752532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/8038657245448752532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/2009/10/language-class-goes-to-goethe.html' title='Language Class goes to Goethe'/><author><name>Utami Sandyarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12691509765109422685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtbVZTcz1lM/Tq24oCHkDRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/K_5QKmPULH8/s220/IMG_0060aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279665359996765346.post-6623061114448177704</id><published>2009-10-12T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T10:00:57.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Immortal Germany Fever</title><content type='html'>Hey gays gila ya gue lama kali kaga ngepost ape-ape. Abis kemaren-kemaren juga lagi males nulis sih, paling posting lagu. gambar. quote. pemales bgt ga sih. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH!&lt;br /&gt;Malem minggu kemaren GUE. AKHIRNYA. NGELIAT. YAYANG. GUE. KEMBALI. yang gue sangat amat kangen-kangeniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin UH. Tebak siapa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAHAHAHA bukan 'ITU' GOBLOK. ngeliat sih tapi udah bukan kesayangan gue lagi itu mah, yayang gue sebnarnya yang gue maksud adalah............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm you know who, cinta abadi gue sejak kelas 4 sd.......................... MIROSLAV KLOSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.s-f.com/Portals/15/campaign/CMA/CMA_MiroslavKlose_PR_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 451px;" src="http://www.s-f.com/Portals/15/campaign/CMA/CMA_MiroslavKlose_PR_2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wus. kalo ditanya, tam lo pertama kali jatuh cinta sama siape? ya itu doi. hahaha. dan cinta gue terhadap dia tak pernah bisa padam. wis. bergetar rasanya hati gue tiap ngeliat dia main di tv. gila. dia menyihir gue dengan ketangkasannya, ketampanannya, kejagoannya....... ah. klose. muah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iya jadi malem minggu kemaren tuh Rusia lawan Jerman di kualifikasi piala dunia kan. gue di tweet Dea disuruh nonton indosiar. gue langsung secepat kecepatan cahaya meninggalkan pc dan berlari ke kamar emak gue untuk nonton itu. WIH! YAYANG GUE MAIN! Senengnya bukan main. APALAGI PAS DIA NGEGOL. SALTO PULA ABIS ITU. WAH WAH WAH WAH. kayak langsung pengen meluk gitu. tapi gue baru sadar yang gue peluk hanyalah pesawat televisi. sialan. ah tapi tak apa, daku yakin cintaku kan sampai padanya. (klose-freak parah) hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pokoknnya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;KLOSE I LOVE YOU FULL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.geocities.com/suker2002/klose_2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 416px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/suker2002/klose_2006.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trus Jerman menang 1-0! Tiket ke Piala Dunia sudah didapatkan! Yes! MUAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm what else has been happening lately, wahaha ada satu hal kocak yang agak vulgar kalo dibahas disini. waktu gue tau tuh berita gue ngakak ke bulan tau nggak hahaha apa yang dibelakang sama di depan gue tuh ga sinkron! huahaha aneh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mungkin gue cuman bisa titip pesen aja buat yg baca ini dan 'ngerasa' haha:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Jangan main-main dengan 'pasanganmu'. There's such thing called, Karma. Plus, revenge is childish, so grow up buddy;)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;tht's all i can saaay, dont be noisy cause he's sleepin tight and he doesnt wanna be late for school tomorrow ;)&lt;br /&gt;stay cool,&lt;br /&gt;TAMI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279665359996765346-6623061114448177704?l=t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/feeds/6623061114448177704/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279665359996765346&amp;postID=6623061114448177704' title='3 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/6623061114448177704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/6623061114448177704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/2009/10/immortal-germany-fever.html' title='Immortal Germany Fever'/><author><name>Utami Sandyarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12691509765109422685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtbVZTcz1lM/Tq24oCHkDRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/K_5QKmPULH8/s220/IMG_0060aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279665359996765346.post-6028860576169799518</id><published>2009-10-11T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T09:21:46.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gavin Mikhail and Me.</title><content type='html'>I love Gavin Mikhail. You know him? He's an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unfamous&lt;/span&gt; singer from....... err i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know. Told ya he's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;unfamous&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. But apart from his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;unfamousness&lt;/span&gt;, his songs are unbelievable. Most of them are played with piano. So it's kinda acoustic. And his songs are about everything. from love, life, God, grieve, and so many more. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; i feel blue, i listen to his song, 'You Grieve', when i feel broken hearted  (-.-) i listen to 'Go On', when i feel excited &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; gonna listen to 'Fight The Sky', so many choices to listen to. Ive been listening to his songs for years, and i have never felt bored. pretty odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his song on my current &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;playlist&lt;/span&gt; is 'Not Enough'. Lately &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ive&lt;/span&gt; been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;singin&lt;/span&gt; this song along with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Disti&lt;/span&gt;, cause i guess this song describe my feeling lately, well more or less. Here's a sneak peak of the lyric:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Just know I did not believe your lies &amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;Now I will not be there by your side&lt;br /&gt;When all of your choices come to haunt you&lt;br /&gt;The things you've done to me after all I've done for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You left you said you were never very much in love with me&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I am not enough of everything you think you need&lt;br /&gt;But I cannot believe you took for granted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I took a stand for you&lt;br /&gt;I see,&lt;br /&gt;Know you are not enough that someone for someone like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm alright&lt;br /&gt;I still get by&lt;br /&gt;Comes as no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;suprise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living without you&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_SpellCheck" title="Check Spelling" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);BLOG_spellcheck();;ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="img/blank.gif" alt="Check Spelling" class="gl_spell" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still breathing and alive,&lt;br /&gt;Now that you're out&lt;br /&gt;All my life&lt;br /&gt;I'm not giving up everything I have for you&lt;br /&gt;No more I'm through&lt;br /&gt;You know I'll never break again for you"&lt;/blockquote&gt;You see that? Living without you, I AM STILL BREATHING AND ALIVE. And no, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not giving up everything i am for you, NO MORE I'M THROUGH. And by god, ill never break again for you. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Hahahaha&lt;/span&gt; how i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;loooooove&lt;/span&gt; this song! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or this? It's 'Come Alive'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;" I wish you would stumble, trip, and fall on through &lt;br /&gt;To that other someone speaking up inside of you &lt;br /&gt;I wish you would take some time and just take care &lt;br /&gt;Not to lose the person you find there...  "&lt;/blockquote&gt;Yea i know someone who has changed and he's listening to the other someone inside him. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Hopefuly&lt;/span&gt; he's not losing himself this time. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;nevermind&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S&lt;br /&gt; Currently missing someone rite now! Guess who? (NOT YOU &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;aaa&lt;/span&gt; cant wait to see and hang around with him again! :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay cool,&lt;br /&gt;TAMI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279665359996765346-6028860576169799518?l=t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/feeds/6028860576169799518/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279665359996765346&amp;postID=6028860576169799518' title='3 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/6028860576169799518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/6028860576169799518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/2009/10/gavin-mikhail-and-me.html' title='Gavin Mikhail and Me.'/><author><name>Utami Sandyarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12691509765109422685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtbVZTcz1lM/Tq24oCHkDRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/K_5QKmPULH8/s220/IMG_0060aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279665359996765346.post-6262360275271227166</id><published>2009-09-29T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T10:21:48.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the week yes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/k6ftqBiDhV"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/k6ftqBiDhV" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#E6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="EmbedSearchBox"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Search" style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top:3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;amp;ek=k6ftqBiDhV" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;amp;ek=k6ftqBiDhV" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;amp;ek=k6ftqBiDhV" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;amp;ek=k6ftqBiDhV" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/k6ftqBiDhV/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/yane/music/MPeqzule/blink-182-hit-me-baby-one-more-time/"&gt;hit me baby one more time - Blink 182&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="width: 300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/k6ftqBiDhV/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/k6ftqBiDhV/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 4px 4px 0pt 0pt; float: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279665359996765346-6262360275271227166?l=t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/feeds/6262360275271227166/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279665359996765346&amp;postID=6262360275271227166' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/6262360275271227166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/6262360275271227166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/2009/09/song-of-week-yes.html' title='Song of the week yes'/><author><name>Utami Sandyarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12691509765109422685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtbVZTcz1lM/Tq24oCHkDRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/K_5QKmPULH8/s220/IMG_0060aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279665359996765346.post-7185713110387992697</id><published>2009-09-27T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T09:15:01.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilemma</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;"Can anybody help me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; out of plan. I guess i left my world in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;somebody's&lt;/span&gt; hand. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; like to hurt, but everyone gets weak. Someone to rely on that's what i really need."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Love - David Guetta feat. Estelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;MEH&lt;/span&gt;. Love IS confusing. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Dont&lt;/span&gt; love if you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; wanna get confused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279665359996765346-7185713110387992697?l=t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/feeds/7185713110387992697/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279665359996765346&amp;postID=7185713110387992697' title='2 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/7185713110387992697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/7185713110387992697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/2009/09/dilemma.html' title='Dilemma'/><author><name>Utami Sandyarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12691509765109422685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtbVZTcz1lM/Tq24oCHkDRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/K_5QKmPULH8/s220/IMG_0060aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279665359996765346.post-3338606075794651285</id><published>2009-09-24T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T11:56:20.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiriman dari Musa</title><content type='html'>yes. asik-asik dapet lagu dari Musa haha. Makasih muschatz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3973bcfe7fca600f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3973bcfe7fca600f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331298429%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3DD7E7075C8DEE7F9E0AFEA4178AFA819ECF2DD1.698410D515211222984E68C14FB686FBEF31EBA5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3973bcfe7fca600f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdVc1EHuEV_3x9vGwkswY4ESnZbs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3973bcfe7fca600f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331298429%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3DD7E7075C8DEE7F9E0AFEA4178AFA819ECF2DD1.698410D515211222984E68C14FB686FBEF31EBA5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3973bcfe7fca600f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdVc1EHuEV_3x9vGwkswY4ESnZbs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Best scene: Bagian verse "Sandyarani......." dan Musa ga nyampe sehingga Dirgo harus menyanyikannya&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Funniest scene: BAGIAN TERAKHIR! NGAKAK gue huahahaha "tam tam tam ye tam tam"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thankyou Muschatz and Dirgooo :3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;stay cool,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tami&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279665359996765346-3338606075794651285?l=t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3973bcfe7fca600f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/feeds/3338606075794651285/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279665359996765346&amp;postID=3338606075794651285' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/3338606075794651285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/3338606075794651285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/2009/09/kiriman-dari-musa.html' title='Kiriman dari Musa'/><author><name>Utami Sandyarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12691509765109422685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtbVZTcz1lM/Tq24oCHkDRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/K_5QKmPULH8/s220/IMG_0060aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279665359996765346.post-835196739636478919</id><published>2009-09-22T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T09:09:25.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I've been trying to forgive you but it turns out that i cant. You're just so dissapointing. Forgive me for being so unforgiving :) &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279665359996765346-835196739636478919?l=t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/feeds/835196739636478919/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279665359996765346&amp;postID=835196739636478919' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/835196739636478919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/835196739636478919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/2009/09/ive-been-trying-to-forgive-you-but-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Utami Sandyarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12691509765109422685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtbVZTcz1lM/Tq24oCHkDRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/K_5QKmPULH8/s220/IMG_0060aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279665359996765346.post-1851555513158526186</id><published>2009-09-19T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T09:25:17.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Lebaran!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th09.deviantart.net/fs35/300W/i/2008/305/c/3/faceless_apology_II_by_ashleighlutz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 448px;" src="http://th09.deviantart.net/fs35/300W/i/2008/305/c/3/faceless_apology_II_by_ashleighlutz.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya, ditetapkan juga bahwa 1 Syawal itu besok muahahahaha setelah baca tweetnya Raditya Dika yang kaya gini: &lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Kebayang gak sih, lagi sidang: "Guys, I think we fucked up. Lebaran udah dari seminggu yang lalu, coy." HAHAHA ngakak gw bacanya. agak serem juga sih kalo lebaran udah dari seminggu yg lalu dan ternyata kita puasa seminggu sia-sia. fuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Gue mau nulis apa yak? Auk deh lupa hahaha. EH OIYA AKHIRNYA GW BELI PULSA CUY. udah lebih dari sebulan gilak gw kaga beli  beli pulsa buat m3 gw. dua bulan kali. ato tiga? empat? lima... enam... (ya kali2 udah di blokirlah nomer gw) hahahaha. iya gw bela-belain tuh malem-malem keluar menyetir sendirian mencari warung pulsa yg masih buka demi menepati janji gue di postingan gw sebelumnya, bahwa gw akan meminta maaf kepada orang-orang yg secara akut dan kritis telah gw lukai hatinya. tunggu kedatanganku!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tadi gue udah sempet mau menelefon seseorang yang gw rasa salah gw paling banyak ke dia gitu, sampai akhirnya nyokap gw masuk kamar dan nyuruh gue belajar. sial. ga jadi deh. ya malam takbiran ini gw ditemani dengan soal-soal simak, soal-soal spmb. mau minal aidzin ke tuh soal-soal juga kaga guna. keteklah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sedangkan diluar rumah gw sepi banget........... rasanya kaya ga lebaran. biasanya kan lebaran dimana-mana udah berasa jadi medan perang irak yakan petasan dimana-mana, jeder bum jeder bum cetas tarrr! malam ini mah, krik... krik....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah. oiya. tau nggak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tadi siang gw kan sempet ngerjain soal2 spmb gitu (sebelom akhirnya sukses ketiduran). gue mimpi. ah........ mimpinya. bikin gw kepikiran lagi tentang 'itu'. hahaha ini parah bgt dah mimpinya bikin gw berharap lagi gitu jiahh (tam forgetlah tam, so yesterday kali) tapi beneran deeh gila gila hahahaha kenapa sih Allah memberi mimpi itu? aah siaul. tapi kata orang kan biasanya mimpi kebalikan dari kenyataan kan? ya bisa jadi. tapi anehnya sering banget mimpigw jadi kenyataan, ada bbrp temen yg gw ketemu di mimpi eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt; ketemu di dunia nyata, contoh Sandi. hahahaha itu pertama2nya ada di mimpi gw doang eh lama-lama udah kek begindang kite. so apakah mimpi gw jadi kenyataan ato malah sebaliknya? only God knows how. (ngarepnya sih jadi kenyataan) hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaah berhubung besok Idul Fitri, saya ingin mengucapkan selamat hari raya idul fitri 1430 Hijriah, mohon maaf lahir dan batin ya guys:) ini dari hati terdalam loh dijamin suer hahaha. gw selama ini lebay, emosional, blak-blak, ngomong ga disaring, postingan ofensif, aduh apa deh segala dosa dosa yang telah gw lakukan gw maaf banget bangetan. sumpah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abis bulan puasa ini banyak banget kejadian yang bikin gw belajar. about life. love. friends.&lt;br /&gt;bulan ramadhan yang paling berkesan deh:') and what's next for me? live life to the fullest, no enemy! hehehe selamat hari kemenangan semuanyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SrUFsJdIDLI/AAAAAAAAAHA/sMriDQwUrj4/s1600-h/faceless_apology_IV_by_ashleighlutz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SrUFsJdIDLI/AAAAAAAAAHA/sMriDQwUrj4/s320/faceless_apology_IV_by_ashleighlutz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383215185601760434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;(doain besok gw bangun untuk solat IED!!!! 5 TAHUN BELOM SOLAT2 LAGI. GILAK) hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay keweeeeeeeeeeeeeel,&lt;br /&gt;TAMI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279665359996765346-1851555513158526186?l=t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/feeds/1851555513158526186/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279665359996765346&amp;postID=1851555513158526186' title='1 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/1851555513158526186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/1851555513158526186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/2009/09/selamat-hari-lebaran.html' title='Selamat Hari Lebaran!'/><author><name>Utami Sandyarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12691509765109422685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtbVZTcz1lM/Tq24oCHkDRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/K_5QKmPULH8/s220/IMG_0060aa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A76zXKYhh6Q/SrUFsJdIDLI/AAAAAAAAAHA/sMriDQwUrj4/s72-c/faceless_apology_IV_by_ashleighlutz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279665359996765346.post-4094429564107210501</id><published>2009-09-15T15:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T15:52:20.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lebaran, Silaturahmi, dan Maaf-maafan</title><content type='html'>Selamat pagi gays,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seperti yang sudah kita ketahui, lebaran sebentar lagi. Hore hore hore. Tapi entah minggu ato senen dah? Entar kalo minggu gw ternyata lebaran sendirian kan ga lucu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, gini ketika lebaran kita kan udah terbiasa tuh sama tradisi maaf-maafan, kalo lebaran provider gw ampe super lemot gitu gara2 semua orang ngirim sms "Selamat hari raya idul fitri xxxxxxxxxx", trus ada yang pake tulisan tulisan arabnya, ada yang pake gambar gambar mesjidnya, bahkan ampe yang bener2 pake bahasa arab (kaya ngerti aje dah haha) heboh banget gitu deh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya lagi lagi gw bertele-tele hahahaha. Gini pren, aye mau admit admitan nih. Gue tau selama ini gw pasti punya banyak salah sama orang-orang yang merasa penah tersakiti jiwa maupun raganya oleh gw (tsah). Apalagi akhir-akhir, ketika hidup gw terasa seperti roller coaster (ya masa carousel, keimutan ah). Naik turun. Dikit-dikit panas, dikit-dikit dingin (masuk angin kali ye).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gue ngerasa gw bener-bener harus minta maaf kepada orang-orang yang sudah terlukai hatinya. Gw gamau hidup dengan beban. (kenapa deh gue? hahahaha). Gue mau gw hidup tanpa musuh, berteman dengan semuanya. Semua santai semua senang. Udah ah stop semua rasa benci dan kesel, childish aja gitu. Lagian jadi ga genep kan fikiran gw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah daripada gue nyesel-nyesel kaga ada gunanye gitu, mending gw melakukan sesuatu untuk memperbaiki segala hubungan yanggak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu apa yang akan gw lakukan? Pertama, ISI PULSA WOY MBAK!!!! Gila udah sebulan lebih gitu gw ga isi pulsa hahahaha ampe temen2 gw kesel sms ga pernah dibales, maaf ye gays. Kedua, gue bakal menghubungi orang-orang yang gw rasa gw punya salah besar sama mereka. Telfon men. Gue mau semua clear aja deh bahwa gue udah ga ada rasa dendam ato apapun, maksud gw cuman mau memperbaiki hubungan dan itu bener bener bener tulus dari hati. Ketiga, apaan yak? yaudah sih gw cuman mau minta maaf aja haha apakah mereka memaafkan ato enggak ya its up to them, yang penting gw mau hubungan tetap berjalan baik gitu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi bagi lo lo lo lo pada, ya siap-siap aja mendapatkan telfon dari gw tiba2 bertekuk lutut meminta maaf (agak ekstrim juga sih). Ya yang nggak dapet berarti gue kaga merasa ada masalah sama lau lau pada, gausah iri lah. Hahahhahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th08.deviantart.net/fs40/300W/i/2009/029/e/7/apology_by_meg2887.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://th08.deviantart.net/fs40/300W/i/2009/029/e/7/apology_by_meg2887.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kayanya gw harus nulis list orang2 yg pernah gw sakiti deh. (ternyata yang satu buku akutansi gitu hahahahahaha pulsa gw membludak sejuta deh -_-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capcus ah mandi, sekolah dulu gays.&lt;br /&gt;Stay cool,&lt;br /&gt;TAMI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279665359996765346-4094429564107210501?l=t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/feeds/4094429564107210501/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279665359996765346&amp;postID=4094429564107210501' title='1 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/4094429564107210501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3279665359996765346/posts/default/4094429564107210501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/2009/09/lebaran-silaturahmi-dan-maaf-maafan_15.html' title='Lebaran, Silaturahmi, dan Maaf-maafan'/><author><name>Utami Sandyarani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12691509765109422685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qtbVZTcz1lM/Tq24oCHkDRI/AAAAAAAAAsw/K_5QKmPULH8/s220/IMG_0060aa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279665359996765346.post-3249866964292385013</id><published>2009-09-15T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T16:22:52.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Utami Sandyarani's Prerogative</title><content type='html'>I took this from Britney Spear's My Prerogative and leave some in blank, so here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People can take everything away from you. But they can never take away your truth. But the question is... Can you handle mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say I'm _____. I really don't care that's my perogative. They say I'm ______. But I don't give a damn _______ is how I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some ask me questions. Why am I so ____? But they don't _____ me. I really don't know the deal about ______. Trying hard to make it right. Not long ago before ________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's talkin' all this stuff about me. Why don't they just let me live? I don't need ______&lt;br /&gt;Make my own _______. That's my perogative. That's my perogative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my perogative.  You can't tell me what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. I'm really not soped!   _______ is not my thing. Fuck all these _______&lt;br /&gt;It really gets me _______. See nothing wrong with ___________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I _______?&lt;br /&gt;Without all of the things that people say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setelah gue pikir-pikir ini kek kuis missing lyric di salah satu stasiun tv ternama deh hakakaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is my version:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People can take everything away from you. But they can never take away your truth. But the question is... Can you handle mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt;. I really don't care that's my perogative. They say I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ignorant&lt;/span&gt;. But I don't give a damn &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;being egoistic&lt;/span&gt; is how I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some ask me questions. Why am I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;so cool&lt;/span&gt;?(HAHAHA NAJIS)  But they &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;don't know&lt;/span&gt; me. I really don't know the deal about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;how to be cool and stuffs&lt;/span&gt; (TSAH). Trying hard to make it right. Not long ago before&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; i changed myself&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's talkin' all this stuff about me. Why don't they just let me live? I don't need your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;judgement&lt;/span&gt;. Make my own &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;decision&lt;/span&gt;. That's my perogative. That's my perogative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my perogative.  You can't tell me what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. I'm really not soped! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Special relationship&lt;/span&gt; is not my thing. Fuck all these &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;weird and stupid relationships&lt;/span&gt;. It really gets me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;crayzeh&lt;/span&gt;. See nothing wrong in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;making me confused huh&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;people step out of my way&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Without all of the things that people say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs18/i/2007/186/d/0/My_Prerogative__by_MBras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 495px; height: 263px;" src="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs18/i/2007/186/d/0/My_Prerogative__by_MBras.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3279665359996765346-3249866964292385013?l=t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-pointlessblabber.blogspot.com/feeds/3249866964292385013/comments/default' title='Poskan Komentar'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3279665359996765346&amp;postID=3249866964292385013' title='0 Komentar'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/fee
