<?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-7095832484504295337</id><updated>2012-01-15T10:29:08.971-08:00</updated><category term='kegilaan kami'/><category term='talk about days'/><category term='bout&apos; my imagination.:)'/><title type='text'>me and my thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>my blank pages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09317934490907932934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>100</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-6074415288794673655</id><published>2011-02-17T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T06:02:06.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>(Dad and Mom)</title><content type='html'>Dad would be the one who sits at the front seat of the car when you're learning how to drive, leading you when you actually are the leader. While Mom would be the one who sits at the back, reminds you and your dad to fasten the seat belts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad would be the one who teaches you how to ride your bike and and make sure that you're okay when you fall, "because when you fall, you'll learn to get up", he said. While mom stands there, clapping her hand and smiling wide,so wide because she's so happy knowing her little girl's learning well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad would be the one who asks you to do your homework and yells at you when you disobey his command. While mom would be the one who helps you on your homework and tells you not to cry and lay your head on her shoulder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad would be the one who teaches you what will you face in the real life. While mom would be the one who say to you "There are nothing to be worried. Everything will be alright"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't pick, whether we love dad more than mom, or love mom more than dad. Because they come in one package. Mom does what Dad does, but in a softer way, in a way that makes us know that everything should be seen in a positive way and just keep calm and carry on. While Dad also does what Mom does, but more in a man-ish, because in this way, he wants you to grow strong, be the leader, get up, be discipline, and he said "Life's harsh. You gotta be harsher!".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095832484504295337-6074415288794673655?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/6074415288794673655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=6074415288794673655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/6074415288794673655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/6074415288794673655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/2011/02/dad-and-mom.html' title='(Dad and Mom)'/><author><name>my blank pages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09317934490907932934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-3065081542159214144</id><published>2011-01-30T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T05:55:34.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;its endless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;its us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095832484504295337-3065081542159214144?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/3065081542159214144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=3065081542159214144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/3065081542159214144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/3065081542159214144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-endless.html' title=''/><author><name>my blank pages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09317934490907932934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-4846387973176306309</id><published>2011-01-21T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T06:18:57.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ENXAIN</title><content type='html'>Im getting worse in my english nowadays. Since i quit my english course and since i now more prefer to skip Native class at school due to the....teacher. He's fine actually, but in a smooth way of saying, his way of teaching doesn't fit my way of learning. So, Pardon me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am being in the last year in my school now, and the fact's just turning me down. its the difference between the friendship i had when i was at the elementary and junior, with the one i have now in senior. 3 years together with my classmates without being mixed with other class, makes me realized that they're no longer my classmates, but second family. No joke, but its true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clicking through the photo albums of the years we had, some thoughts just burst into my mind and could hardly hold the tears. Just in a few months we'll be one step higher than now. Each one of us will be in their own different way to reach their own soon-to-be-real dreams. We skipped classes, we had the amazing U's in the Exams, how we in purpose didn't do our homeworks , begged Mr.Sapto to watched DVDs rather than studying, trips we had, photos we snaps, exams we cheated on, foods we share and lots and lots of high school stuffs we did together.  We fight, we yell, we silently cry, we frustratingly try to understand each other, but then, in one point, that is now, we understand we've known each other deeper and we've grown up together forming a group of individuals with such unique characters that i believe, in the next 10 years when we meet again, will be SOMEONE that will make each one of us proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If our friendship's food, then i'll say it's the most delicious food people in the world would die for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heart us, O dear ENXAIN :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/TTmPw7bkhLI/AAAAAAAAAW8/gHA8OEQVfxQ/s1600/DSC_0289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/TTmPw7bkhLI/AAAAAAAAAW8/gHA8OEQVfxQ/s320/DSC_0289.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564636885342782642" 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/7095832484504295337-4846387973176306309?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/4846387973176306309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=4846387973176306309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/4846387973176306309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/4846387973176306309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/2011/01/enxain.html' title='ENXAIN'/><author><name>my blank pages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09317934490907932934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/TTmPw7bkhLI/AAAAAAAAAW8/gHA8OEQVfxQ/s72-c/DSC_0289.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-400236935522286080</id><published>2010-11-19T03:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T03:48:55.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Kenapa mesti gini. kenapa mesti gitu. kenapa ga gini. kenapa ga gitu. kenapa harus ini. kenapa harus itu. gini kan bisa. gitu kan bisa. kenapa sih ni orang mikirnya gitu banget. ga bisa ya mikir lurusan sedikit. anjrit gw benci banget ama lo. kenapa ga bisa berempati ama orang dikit. ya gw sering kali digituin, kenapa kali ini gw yang gituin malah dimarain?! 4 jem men ama orang gw ga kenal siapa, sendiri, dikira ga stress apa?! Enak ya lo seenggaknya masi ada tempat buat cerita hari hari lo gimana. Kenapa jadi kaya gini? dulu kan ga kaya gini. kenapa jadi sepi? kenapa jadi sering nangis? kenapa ga bisa dewasa? kenapa mereka bisa gitu? kenapa gw ga bisa? kenapa pilihannya ini? kenapa ga itu? kenapa jadi misah? kenapa jadi mikir gini? kenapa orang orang jadi muna semua? kenapa jadi pada bermuka dua semua? kenapa gaada yang sedikit aja ga berubah? kenapa lo egois? kenapa lo ga syukurin hidup lo? sampe kapan lo kaya gini? kenapa semuanya harus berubah????&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095832484504295337-400236935522286080?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/400236935522286080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=400236935522286080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/400236935522286080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/400236935522286080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/2010/11/kenapa-mesti-gini.html' title=''/><author><name>my blank pages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09317934490907932934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-4582403088460325548</id><published>2010-10-11T03:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T04:10:33.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 days</title><content type='html'>Another countdown to another birthday. still don't know, should i be happy or not? 17 years old is sure old enough for me as i now see problems become more difficult to be solved than before when i was 12 years old. Still don't know, should i keep the thought of "the past's still much better" or change it into "lets look whats in front of you". Totally. this is like the most difficult question for me to answer. Past, you sure have known things that had been done in the past. but future, they're......unreachable, or should i say invisible and rather unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted to get old. well, once, when i was a kid, when my mom forbid me to eat lots of ice cream and i thought "i want to be an adult so i can eat a lot of ice creams". Hello, i don't think I'm the one. now, i regret it, to get old, to be old, or whatever it is, it feels terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to stay this way. as a teenager is all i want. i don't know. maybe this is temporary thought. but high school, friends, crushes, problems, they are irreplaceable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, its 3 days from now huh? excited for the party, yes! and presents, yes! gets older, NO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095832484504295337-4582403088460325548?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/4582403088460325548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=4582403088460325548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/4582403088460325548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/4582403088460325548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/2010/10/3-days.html' title='3 days'/><author><name>my blank pages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09317934490907932934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-3616319302649310229</id><published>2010-10-05T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T06:39:12.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes, you need to say the truth</title><content type='html'>because sometimes,in one short story in your book of life, when you already know the end of the story, you know that its gonna hurt, you choose to end it now. now. when you just reach the median of the story. the middle page. you have no other choice. Although it hurts, but you know that it'll hurt you more at the end. you know that sorry wont be enough. but if you wait til the end, even tons of tears wont be enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, you'd rather say the meanest words you ever said, rather than stay silent but killing you (and other).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, although you're falling, your heart's broken, you feeling like nobody understand you, you feel super awful, life doesn't care. it keeps on going. you choose, whether to get up as soon as you can or stay crying out loud for the scars that for you , they're such a big deal, but for other people, its just a tiny little invisible scars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, keep it in your mind, that those scars you got from the past are another exams to be accomplished. make sure you got straight A+s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095832484504295337-3616319302649310229?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/3616319302649310229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=3616319302649310229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/3616319302649310229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/3616319302649310229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/2010/10/sometimes-you-need-to-say-truth.html' title='sometimes, you need to say the truth'/><author><name>my blank pages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09317934490907932934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-4934504781971436382</id><published>2010-08-06T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T08:11:20.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tearless night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i miss my dad. i miss the way he used to call me "I-R-A". i miss his big warm hug which was my absolute mood-booster. i miss the way he always tried to surprise me. i miss the way he always held me so close when we're going to took a photo. i miss the way he always called me to just asked what time did i arrived at home. i miss that Sunday morning when he always asked his family to had a breakfast at the Soto Semarang across the street. the way he mad at my style of fashion. that night when he asked me to accompany him to the bookstore because he know that i looove bookstores. the way he spoiled me but still teach me to be mature. that first night i went to the movie with my dad&amp;amp;else. i miss the time when he asked for a comment about the clothes he's about to buy, when i said "i think it doesn't fit you,dad", he still bought it anyway. that time, we're in melb, he bought 5 shoes, but none of them he wore to office. i miss it when he pulled me from the bed when i was planning for woke up late. i miss it when he acts like Monk, cant stand to see something not in the right angle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that time when he suddenly came from bandung and arrived at home with 2 little puppies, he said it was for Piglet's company (the best surprise ever!). that time when he came home with a Snoopy pencil case he bought at the airplane because he didnt know what to buy, but he tried so hard to made his daughter smile. that time when he just came back playing golf , i was laying there at the sofa, and he was hiding behind the sofa and suddenly came out and pinched my cheeks (oh he LOVES my cheeks). that time when he came home and i always screamed "PAPAAAH PUYAANG!!" and always brought me Bobo's newest one and some croissants. that night when he arrived late at night and found his daughter's sleeping already and he pulled the blanket and kissed my cheek. that morning when he tried the new bike he won at the yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that night when we're arguing about the design faculty im about to take, he disagreed, he thought i'll have no future, i was trying so hard to prove that i wont. that night when he finally accepted it and gave me permission to apply to RMIT with my IGCSE certificate. i havent told him yet that i was accepted. and that night, 14th of October, he came back from Singapore for a check-up, he bought me Dan Brown's Lost Symbol, i ever mumbled about that book, that i wanted it so bad, i didn't expect that he'll pay attention to my mumbles. he bought me that book, and Garfield's key chain, he said those were just souvenirs, but then it turned out that it was his last birthday gift for me. 18th of October, i found him breathless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss him so bad nobody could explain. you might think that I'm just being over. well, my dad loves his family more that he loves himself. he thought that his family's his world. he knew that his family will never let him down or leave him. and he's right. we'll never leave him, even now when he's not even here anymore. but he's still here somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter how bad your dad is, he's your dad, he takes a really good care for you in a silent way. no matter how selfish or stubborn he's, he still loves you . and love, sometimes, doesn't have to be told. love acts. in a different way we sometimes don't understand&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/7095832484504295337-4934504781971436382?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/4934504781971436382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=4934504781971436382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/4934504781971436382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/4934504781971436382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/2010/08/tearless-night.html' title='tearless night'/><author><name>my blank pages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09317934490907932934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-6135158345678666725</id><published>2010-06-13T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T08:45:17.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy sunday post</title><content type='html'>so here i am on my holidays. finally!  had lots and lots of plans with my friends but none of them have been done. am being such a lazy pig late these days. i sleep til noon, lunch, watch TV, hanging  out with such a lovely friends. but hey, i deserve it. one month of Cambridge International Examination's enough to kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also am going to go for a trip with my mom early July. nope, am not going to tell you the destination. but I'll give some clues. this place im going to go, it's really unique for me. their language and their fashion and their people. also, im such a freak fans of their foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they have both Disneyland and Universal Studio, but hey, am traveling with my mom so no way am going to ride a roller coaster. and they're damn so professional on gadgets, robots and things like 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am going to be off for about 8 days. so, dont think you guys 're going to miss me, but i'll miss you :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a blast holidays, freaks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095832484504295337-6135158345678666725?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/6135158345678666725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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diingat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saat dimana kakak gw menemukan pasangan hidupnya, dimana gw ngeliat keluarga gw semua nangis bahagia. dimana gw tau, bahagianya hidup gw sekarang yaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saat dimana gw kehilangan sosok yang sangat amat amat gw kagumi. kehilangan sosok yang menurut gw tersempurna yang pernah gw kenal. dan ini diakui oleh banyak orang. inilah saat dimana gw tau, hidup gw akan berubah, TOTAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kehilangan seorang ayah yang gw fikir gw bisa meluk dia saat dia menghembuskan nafas terakhirnya.yang gw pikir gw bisa denger kata kata "papa sayang ira" untuk terakhir kali nya. but God didn't allow me to had those moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan ya saat itu, flashback kehidupan gw bersama papa 16 tahun langsung terputar lagi semua di otak. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;gimana manjanya gw dulu. gimana ga bersyukurnya gw dulu. dan gimana papa sayang banget sama keluarganya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mencoba buat berfikir positif karena kehilangan, i got another flashback. satu malem, abis solat, gw doa, minta tolong sama Yang DiAtas supaya dibantuin jadi dewasa dan mandiri. beberapa bulan kemudian, Yang Maha Esa manggil papa. oh well, mungkin ini jawaban dari Yang DiAtas dan mungkin satu satunya cara supaya gw bisa dewasa. gw terima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan berhasil. gw ngerasain betapa berubahnya gw sekarang. gw ngerasa lebih bersyukur dan lebih punya rasa empati ke orang orang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emang sih ampe sekarang gw masi sering mikir "coba kalo papa masi disini...coba kalo papa ada...bla bla bla".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but Someone said to me that my dad's watching me now, and i know he's right. he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;satu pesan.&lt;br /&gt;bersyukur ya orang tuanya masih lengkap. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maaf atas ke-menye-an posting gw kali ini. kangennya ga ketahan banget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-858704949639487434</id><published>2010-05-07T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T06:04:35.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you probably dont need to read this</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i think i screw everything up. i feel like I'm in a really &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; mess right now. i say nothing but mumbles. i do nothing but sleep like a fat grandma. i feel nothing but useless. I TOTALLY HATE THIS SITUATION I GOT HERE! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HELP!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! i DO need help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i even made my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BESTfriend&lt;/span&gt; hates me! who am i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;EERGH&lt;/span&gt;! i need to find myself a psychiatrist! immediately! NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inhale....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exhale....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095832484504295337-858704949639487434?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/858704949639487434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=858704949639487434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/858704949639487434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/858704949639487434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-probably-dont-need-to-read-this.html' title='you probably dont need to read this'/><author><name>my blank pages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09317934490907932934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-7795615740027155022</id><published>2010-04-30T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T07:01:13.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so little time</title><content type='html'>pardon me. im in a very busy situation here. AS LEVEL EXAMINATION. yet again, i'll get murdered by papers. different with IGCSE, AS LEVEL is such a disaster! i mean it. well, i found my hair starts to suicide, they jump from my head to the floor, or shoulder, it IS high for a hair-_____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So! wish me luck, wont you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unconciously,&lt;br /&gt;ALMIRA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095832484504295337-7795615740027155022?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/7795615740027155022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=7795615740027155022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/7795615740027155022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/7795615740027155022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-little-time.html' title='so little time'/><author><name>my blank pages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09317934490907932934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-1040460916763539087</id><published>2010-02-15T02:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T07:49:16.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sometimes, in a really unpredictable time, i could think about some words. words that i really want to write it here, to the public. to let them know about what I feel. but just in snap, by a just a little disturbance, i forgot about it. sucks i know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, personally, really want to write a book. a book about what i feel. because nowadays i feel like nobody (NOBODY!) understand me. and now, i just realized that NOBODY will ever ever (EVER!) understand you, except yourself! and i think by writing, or typing about what i feel and make it into one book will make me , well, better. but pardon me, i am NOT  a good writer. I'm a terrible writer. but I'll let you guys know what i feel right now, what i want you guys to learn from me, and also why you shouldn't read my blog (kidding!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ........ *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;okay maybe putting numbers like having an answer sheet here is not a good idea. I'll start just with a paragraph. the smooth one. yes, that will be very very nice*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;okay. LIFE. EL-AI-EF-EE. maybe im just too young to talk about this. but HEY! *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;im turning 17 this year! &lt;/span&gt;* everybody have their own chance to talk about their opinion about their life!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets start. life for me is like a journey, bla bla bla blaaaahhh......................... lets think out of the box. life is a simple "walk". a reeaaallly simple one. why should we make it so damn complicated? let me listed those things that we need to have for this simple "walk" called LIFE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*lets start with that number thingy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;make sure you have your "legs" in a fit condition. make sure its strong enough to "bring" you everywhere you need to "go"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get your right clothes on! no, don't wear hot pants and tanks when you're going to "walk" through the "mountains". and no, don't wear leather jacket, woolen-long-warm pants when you're going to "walk" through the "deserts".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and the last but not least. keep your feet on the track, please. i remind you. go beyond the boundaries? not a good idea, thanks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;you guys got what i mean? well. lets me explain those lists to you&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;here we go again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;what i mean by legs are you mind, soul, body that will support your self to get through this life. if you have one of those things in a bad condition, take a break of life. get a vacation. so you could make it balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;what i mean by this sentence is to know where you are actually and make sure you adapted to that environment nicely. know where you are, know what should and shouldn't you say, know you dressed nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;another*&lt;/span&gt; what i mean by that sentence is, keep being yourself.keep on believing things on the way you think. keep on the good things. stay away from the bad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;yeap. just those things. just be your self. just take everything easy, enjoy. i believe you'll get the best in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and why do i talk about life once again?! mpppfff...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095832484504295337-1040460916763539087?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/1040460916763539087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=1040460916763539087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/1040460916763539087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/1040460916763539087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/2010/02/random-thoughts.html' title='random thoughts'/><author><name>my blank pages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09317934490907932934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-3747630809530522398</id><published>2010-01-31T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T06:13:20.342-08:00</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/S2WMA2a63GI/AAAAAAAAAU0/bzWgNHmtxp8/s1600-h/final+baju+belakang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/S2WMA2a63GI/AAAAAAAAAU0/bzWgNHmtxp8/s320/final+baju+belakang.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432902471728684130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im trying to move on&lt;br /&gt;i know i can&lt;br /&gt;but something&lt;br /&gt;really unexpected not even visible&lt;br /&gt;it comes&lt;br /&gt;and it shakes every step i take&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/7095832484504295337-3747630809530522398?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/S2WMA2a63GI/AAAAAAAAAU0/bzWgNHmtxp8/s72-c/final+baju+belakang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-2846678685455016987</id><published>2010-01-12T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T06:28:22.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please.move on.:')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095832484504295337-2846678685455016987?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/2846678685455016987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=2846678685455016987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/2846678685455016987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/2846678685455016987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/2010/01/please.html' title=''/><author><name>my blank pages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09317934490907932934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-5065894628935542464</id><published>2010-01-11T03:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T04:37:47.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>im talking to myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/S0sbYIB7KnI/AAAAAAAAAUs/1s4JQYVndwM/s1600-h/IMG_4672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/S0sbYIB7KnI/AAAAAAAAAUs/1s4JQYVndwM/s320/IMG_4672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425460277384260210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i'd like to compare life as a journey. yeah it IS a journey. but for me its more like a car journey. you have points of interest to be visited which are your goals There are lot of things to be passed for you to reach your destinations. it ain't easy.trust me. lots of traffic jams, drivers who drives you mad. and each represents things that will blocked your ways. the harder the obstacles are, the more graceful you will be when you reach you goals&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095832484504295337-5065894628935542464?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/5065894628935542464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=5065894628935542464' title='0 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-4335837072197331933</id><published>2009-11-10T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T05:20:17.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, dogs mark their area by their pee&lt;br /&gt;i mark my area by toothbrush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095832484504295337-4335837072197331933?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/4335837072197331933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=4335837072197331933' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/4335837072197331933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/4335837072197331933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/2009/11/well-dogs-mark-their-area-by-their-pee.html' title=''/><author><name>my blank pages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09317934490907932934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-5639156787899740625</id><published>2009-10-23T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T06:50:36.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i know i've got to let it go and just enjoy the show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lenka- The Show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/7095832484504295337-5639156787899740625?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/5639156787899740625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=5639156787899740625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/5639156787899740625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/5639156787899740625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-know-ive-got-to-let-it-go-and-just.html' title=''/><author><name>my blank pages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09317934490907932934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-3302341280487845822</id><published>2009-10-22T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T06:57:49.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss you but am tryin not to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mariah carey-bye bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095832484504295337-3302341280487845822?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/3302341280487845822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=3302341280487845822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/3302341280487845822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/3302341280487845822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/2009/10/miss-you-but-am-tryin-not-to-cry-mariah.html' title=''/><author><name>my blank 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mature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;to be much stronger than before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;just. in a different way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;i love you dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;as always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095832484504295337-4850660396742891405?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/4850660396742891405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-3416399172816183788</id><published>2009-10-16T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T08:30:55.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: courier new;"&gt;i love to fall asleep in a crowd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7095832484504295337-3416399172816183788?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-3415650832368642506</id><published>2009-10-15T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T05:32:43.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i hate me being so weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7095832484504295337-3415650832368642506?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/3415650832368642506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-7243605393040112078</id><published>2009-10-15T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T05:31:30.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;it gets harder everyday&lt;/span&gt;&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/7095832484504295337-7243605393040112078?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/7243605393040112078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-9058000183705272781</id><published>2009-10-14T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T04:34:51.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"  &gt;HAPPY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BDAY&lt;/span&gt; , dear ME ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095832484504295337-9058000183705272781?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/9058000183705272781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=9058000183705272781' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/9058000183705272781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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0);"&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; go out and change please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7095832484504295337-6400139123592370494?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/6400139123592370494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=6400139123592370494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/6400139123592370494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/6400139123592370494'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-5278917086367562429</id><published>2009-10-08T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T04:47:44.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH SHIT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095832484504295337-5278917086367562429?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/5278917086367562429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=5278917086367562429' title='0 Comments'/><link 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center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ITS LIKE PEOPLE COULD SEE ME &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;THROUGH&lt;/span&gt; THE GLASS&lt;/span&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095832484504295337-8923735273217170441?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/8923735273217170441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=8923735273217170441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/8923735273217170441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Me? I am made of DNA strains, Proteins, and else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095832484504295337-3502191602383045265?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/3502191602383045265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=3502191602383045265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/3502191602383045265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/3502191602383045265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-are-you-made-of-i-am-made-of-dna.html' title=''/><author><name>my blank pages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09317934490907932934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-8747023181123226459</id><published>2009-10-03T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T02:15:58.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;.My daddy hates me when i use &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-family: courier new;"&gt;heels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095832484504295337-8747023181123226459?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/8747023181123226459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=8747023181123226459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/8747023181123226459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/8747023181123226459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>my blank pages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09317934490907932934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-1954388566024026314</id><published>2009-10-02T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T19:58:47.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I usually type what am i thinking about at my phone and save it to the Draft. Its like a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;spontaneous&lt;/span&gt; thoughts. Fun!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095832484504295337-1954388566024026314?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/1954388566024026314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=1954388566024026314' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/1954388566024026314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/1954388566024026314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-usually-type-what-am-i-thinking-about.html' title=''/><author><name>my blank pages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09317934490907932934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-1475293884331988650</id><published>2009-10-02T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T19:55:28.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have thousands &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;questions&lt;/span&gt; in my mind. Instead of finding the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;answers&lt;/span&gt;, i try to seek another questions as well.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095832484504295337-1475293884331988650?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/1475293884331988650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=1475293884331988650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/1475293884331988650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/1475293884331988650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-have-thousands-questions-in-my-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>my blank pages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09317934490907932934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-6773706114712112812</id><published>2009-09-07T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T08:21:10.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>B.I.O.L.O.G.Y</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SqUaYFxYrDI/AAAAAAAAAUM/mquAdbbRbpQ/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SqUaYFxYrDI/AAAAAAAAAUM/mquAdbbRbpQ/s320/scan0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378734331132423218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well, say HELLo to my little big biology book. he's my lover. he got like 800 pages inside. with a colourful pages which reeaaaalllly helps me to study (except for snakes part) biology. also meet his partner in crime, Biology WorkBook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SqUgDVDJ3DI/AAAAAAAAAUU/kKnO80pkPx0/s1600-h/scan0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SqUgDVDJ3DI/AAAAAAAAAUU/kKnO80pkPx0/s320/scan0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378740571525995570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he's kinder than my little big biology book (LB3). he always ask me a lot of questions about life. that makes me a lil bit pissed off .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah why i make this post? besok gw UTS Biology gilaaaa. dan gw blm ada what they call appetite buat bljr. aaargh. and its late at night already. need help?!&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe i could use my friend methods to burn this two books and mix it with hot water or if u want, u could mix it with hot choco. nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, today i had my first mid term test. with TOEFL as the first test. well it appeared a lil bit out of what i expected. it was not hard. but it's JUST hard (copying Mr.E's quote of the year). and Physics appeared waaaaay different from what i expected either. Mr.Sapto (this handsome Physics teacher which also our HomeRoom Teacher) said that the chapter we have to study are Chap.4-Chap.6. BUT (with single"T") . the paper that the teacher gave us  were filled with Regular Physics that Pak Iding teach. we didnt even study from what Pak Iding teach. but thanks to Mr.Taufan he did gave us a lil clues (not an answers ,just the clues). it DID help us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, hope tomorrow's tests will be much better than todays'.&lt;br /&gt;great day guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095832484504295337-6773706114712112812?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/6773706114712112812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=6773706114712112812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/6773706114712112812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/6773706114712112812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/2009/09/biology.html' title='B.I.O.L.O.G.Y'/><author><name>my blank pages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09317934490907932934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SqUaYFxYrDI/AAAAAAAAAUM/mquAdbbRbpQ/s72-c/scan0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-5828129079227317160</id><published>2009-09-07T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T06:22:56.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cause there is no guarantee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;That this life is easy..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;When I look at you-Miley Cyrus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095832484504295337-5828129079227317160?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/5828129079227317160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=5828129079227317160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/5828129079227317160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/5828129079227317160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/2009/09/cause-there-is-no-guarantee-that-this.html' title=''/><author><name>my blank pages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09317934490907932934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-5716784596593732549</id><published>2009-09-01T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T03:12:47.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>C.H.E.M.I.S.T.R.Y</title><content type='html'>so. Today is not one of the best day ever. I dont know why but today's lessons at school really made my mood screwed. booyeah! all science lessons are in one day. Biology, Physics, Chemistry (ohyeah love of my life) and nonscience? Mathe. i was so dead at school today. Also, Tuesday is special. why? because we learn 5 lessons. well ,we only learn 4 lessons on Mon,Wed,Thurs,Fri. and for the lucky guess, no, its not chemistry for the 5th. its Physics. the 'new chemistry'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets define shemistry and why i dont like it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Chemistry&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Egyptian_language" title="Egyptian language"&gt;Egyptian&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kēme&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (chem), meaning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Classical_element" title="Classical element"&gt;"earth"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" id="cite_ref-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chemistry#cite_note-0"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;1&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;) is the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Science" title="Science"&gt;science&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; concerned with the composition, behavior, structure, and properties of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Matter" title="Matter"&gt;matter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, as well as the changes it undergoes during &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chemical_reaction" title="Chemical reaction"&gt;chemical reactions&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" id="cite_ref-1" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chemistry#cite_note-1"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;2&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Physical_science" title="Physical science" class="mw-redirect"&gt;physical science&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; for studies of various &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Atom" title="Atom"&gt;atoms&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Molecule" title="Molecule"&gt;molecules&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crystal" title="Crystal"&gt;crystals&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and other aggregates of matter whether in isolation or combination, which incorporates the concepts of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Energy" title="Energy"&gt;energy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Entropy" title="Entropy"&gt;entropy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; in relation to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spontaneous_reaction" title="Spontaneous reaction" class="mw-redirect"&gt;spontaneity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chemical_process" title="Chemical process"&gt;chemical processes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. Modern chemistry evolved out of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alchemy" title="Alchemy"&gt;alchemy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; following the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chemical_revolution" title="Chemical revolution" class="mw-redirect"&gt;chemical revolution&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (1773).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Disciplines within chemistry are traditionally grouped by the type of matter being studied or the kind of study. These include &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Inorganic_chemistry" title="Inorganic chemistry"&gt;inorganic chemistry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, the study of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Inorganic" title="Inorganic" class="mw-redirect"&gt;inorganic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; matter; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Organic_chemistry" title="Organic chemistry"&gt;organic chemistry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, the study of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Organic_compound" title="Organic compound"&gt;organic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; matter; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Biochemistry" title="Biochemistry"&gt;biochemistry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, the study of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chemical_substance" title="Chemical substance"&gt;substances&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; found in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Organisms" title="Organisms" class="mw-redirect"&gt;biological organisms&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Physical_chemistry" title="Physical chemistry"&gt;physical chemistry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Energy" title="Energy"&gt;energy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; related studies of chemical systems at macro, molecular and submolecular scales; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Analytical_chemistry" title="Analytical chemistry"&gt;analytical chemistry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, the analysis of material samples to gain an understanding of their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chemical_composition" title="Chemical composition" class="mw-redirect"&gt;chemical composition&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chemical_structure" title="Chemical structure"&gt;structure&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. Many more specialized disciplines have emerged in recent years, e.g. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Neurochemistry" title="Neurochemistry"&gt;neurochemistry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the chemical study of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nervous_system" title="Nervous system"&gt;nervous system&lt;/a&gt; (see &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chemistry#Subdisciplines"&gt;subdisciplines&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;"(source:Wikipedia)&lt;/p&gt;why i dont like it? oh comeon! look at those words upthere. i havent read it , i already have my headache attack (lebay). chemistry never be simple. like what i learned today at school was a chapter with the combination of math and physics and chemistry (biology absent). complicated enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i have a plan (a joke one) if my dad wont give me a permission to study graphic design, i'll take chemistry study at university. TEKNIK KIMIA. mampus. mending gw ambil sastra arab (ga juga sih). yeah. thats how i hate chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll laugh at my self if one day in the future i become a chemistry experts. HAHAHA big joke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095832484504295337-5716784596593732549?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/5716784596593732549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=5716784596593732549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/5716784596593732549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/5716784596593732549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/2009/09/chemistry.html' title='C.H.E.M.I.S.T.R.Y'/><author><name>my blank pages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09317934490907932934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-1958297984197282927</id><published>2009-08-29T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T23:37:08.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes, i really wanna go free and make my self more mature. sometimes, i really wanna go and get my dreams. But what should i do? im still my daddy's little girl. i still cry. cry a lot. i still have my mom shouted at me when i do wrong. how could i know if now im ready to go and get my dream? how could i know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i never ready to find my self alone and miss everybody who usually always beside me everyday, every second. i never ready to face the real world. i never ready to cry, cry because my own stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i never could open up my self. i really want to but nobody there to help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u ask what is this about? well, i cant answer. i just wanna write what i think now. im not crying, relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just one question appear on my mind late these days. "are you sure you ready for it, ira?" and i never get the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;high school things arent like what i expected back 2 years ago. i never thought of my future yet. but now, just like in a snap, i have to decide. when i have decide, i have to be sure. and the problem, i still dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teenagers things, yeah i know it is. i'll grab a bunch of book, i'll talk to thousands of people about my questions, conclusion?nobody answer. its all up to myself. hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no school teach you to be ready for the world. and i hate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate this time right here. when i dont even know what i wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to. i want to see the world. and ready or not, i have to be ready. and guess what? i will!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095832484504295337-1958297984197282927?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/1958297984197282927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=1958297984197282927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/1958297984197282927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/1958297984197282927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/2009/08/sometimes-i-really-wanna-go-free-and.html' title=''/><author><name>my blank pages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09317934490907932934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-6157862432179025805</id><published>2009-08-28T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T08:10:25.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i dont know what's the title of this post but i just wanna make it long enough to make you confuse which one is the post and which one is the title:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;-so,Ira,hows life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. life goes on just like the ordinary day. still breathing. still have to learn how "beautiful" chemistry is. and the good news is we're in Ramadhan month already. yeah, i admit that fasting is kinda torturing. but it makes my weigh decrease 2 kg. not so bad huuh? can't wait for the holiday!;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;-any new news?surprise us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have i told you that i have a new haircut? yeah i call this supershort one. because, yes it IS short for me. my mom and some of my friends told me that my new haircut's cute. but sometimes i feel like a news reader. yeah. cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SpfuXOXADTI/AAAAAAAAAT0/CQSpLWpkv0I/s1600-h/_MG_2513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SpfuXOXADTI/AAAAAAAAAT0/CQSpLWpkv0I/s320/_MG_2513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375026763048946994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yeah short huh? my mom forced me to cut it. no i didn't cry. but i love it. now i am able to mess my hair up!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;-its a nice one,btw. hows ur IGCSE result?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, my IGCSE results' fortunately not THAT bad. i was expecting that I'll get one "U" or even more for the scores. but it didn't appear like what i expected. 3 Cs, 1 D, and 1 E. and yes, E for chemistry and its not a surprise for me. FYI , score C here isn't that bad,either. My mom ,dad and my sist said that "ohmygod you got a lot of C.no B and A at all?" i hate that actually. C here are still a good score internationally. at least, i still could go to design school (amien for that). and yeah. thats all. request, please no more questions about IGCSE thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;-well,okay. so what do you do nowadays?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;humm.. i dont do a lot of things. i do fasting, studying. well i don't know , i feel like i just love to study later this day (chemistry included). but what a lame, i love to study when i already passed the IGCSE exam. where did the love-to-study thing go when i have my IGCSE exam? mpff -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;-i hear you have a lot of mumbles at chemistry. why is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, maybe i never wrote this at my blog but yes, i hate chemistry. i just dont know why. everytime i try to learn it, whoaaaaa i got a sleep-attack. ga bisa konsen intinya.  complicated huh? yeah. i dont think im a perfect match for Science class. i know. i am now in a science class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;-could see that. so, anything else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oohyeah. i feel so sleepy,btw. so, thanks for the questions. will talk to you later. goodnight. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095832484504295337-6157862432179025805?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/6157862432179025805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=6157862432179025805' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/6157862432179025805'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-6762586811453281621</id><published>2009-08-18T05:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T05:42:19.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.LIFE GOES TOO FAST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.could you slow it down for me?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095832484504295337-6762586811453281621?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-6666953973680879125</id><published>2009-08-13T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T07:09:53.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i love us :")</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SoQduQxn79I/AAAAAAAAATU/xHI8jSOQt38/s1600-h/_MG_1215.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/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SoQduQxn79I/AAAAAAAAATU/xHI8jSOQt38/s320/_MG_1215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369449336346767314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause i swear it's you&lt;br /&gt;I swear it's you&lt;br /&gt;I swear it's you that I've waited for&lt;br /&gt;I swear it's you&lt;br /&gt;I swear it's you&lt;br /&gt;I swear it's you that my heart beats for&lt;br /&gt;And it isn't gonna stop&lt;br /&gt;No it just won't stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(OneRepublic-Won't Stop)&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/7095832484504295337-6666953973680879125?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/6666953973680879125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=6666953973680879125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/6666953973680879125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jati diri?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095832484504295337-7782166175239403458?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/7782166175239403458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=7782166175239403458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/7782166175239403458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/7782166175239403458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/2009/08/jati-diri.html' title=''/><author><name>my blank pages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09317934490907932934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-7961586458169788552</id><published>2009-08-06T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T04:20:14.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kill kill time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well i found this at Thia's blog. sorry for repost this. just to kill time.teehee;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;01. Bought everyone in the bar/cafe a drink/food&lt;br /&gt;02. Swam with dolphins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;03. Climbed a mountain (Java &amp;amp; Sumatera)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;05. Been inside the Great Pyramid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;06. Held a tarantula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. Taken a candle light dinner with someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;08. Said "I love you" and meant it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;09. Hugged a tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;11. Visited Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;12. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;13. Stayed up all night long and saw the sun rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Seen the Northern Lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;15. Gone to a huge sports game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Walked the stairs to the top of the leaning Tower of Pisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;17. Grown and eaten your own vegetables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;18. Touched the snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Slept under the stars&lt;br /&gt;20. Changed a baby's diaper&lt;br /&gt;21. Taken a trip in a hot air balloon&lt;br /&gt;22. Watched a meteor shower&lt;br /&gt;23. Gotten celebration with champagne&lt;br /&gt;24. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;25. Looked up at the night sky through a telescope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;26. Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;27. Had a food fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Bet on a winning horse&lt;br /&gt;29. Asked a stranger out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30. Had a snowball fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;31. Screamed as loudly as you possibly can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;32. Held a lamb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Seen a total eclipse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;34. Ridden a roller coaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;35. Made a goal in a football game or a slam dunk in a basketball game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;36. Danced like a fool and didn't care who was looking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;37. Adopted an accent for an entire day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;38. Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Had two hard drives for your computer&lt;br /&gt;40. Visited all islands in Indonesia&lt;br /&gt;41. Taken care of someone who was drunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;42. Had amazing friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Danced with a stranger in a foreign country&lt;br /&gt;44. Watched whales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;45. Stolen a sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Taken a backpack trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;47. Taken a road-trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Gone rock climbing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;49. Taken a midnight walk on the beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;51. Visited Ireland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;52. Been heartbroken longer than you were actually in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;53. In a restaurant, sat at a stranger's table and had a meal with them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;54. Visited Japan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;55. Milked a cow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;56. Alphabetized your CDs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;57. Pretended to be a superhero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;58. Sung karaoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;59. Lounged around in bed all day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Played touch football&lt;br /&gt;61. Gone scuba diving&lt;br /&gt;62. Kissed in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;63. Played in the mud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;64. Played in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Gone to a drive-in theatre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;66. Visited thae Great Wall of China&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;67. Started a business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;68. Fallen in love and not had your heart broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;69. Toured ancient sites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;70. Taken a martial arts class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;71. Played DVD/video for more than 6 hours straight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Gotten married&lt;br /&gt;73. Been in a movie&lt;br /&gt;74. Crashed a party&lt;br /&gt;75. Gotten divorced&lt;br /&gt;76. Gone without food for 5 days&lt;br /&gt;77. Made cookies from scratch&lt;br /&gt;78. Won first prize in a costume contest&lt;br /&gt;79. Ridden a gondola in Venice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;80. Gotten a tattoo temporary or not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Rafted the Snake River&lt;br /&gt;82. Been on a television news program as an "expert"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;83. Gotten flowers from someone for no reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;84. Performed on stag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Been to Las Vegas&lt;br /&gt;86. Recorded music&lt;br /&gt;87. Eaten shark&lt;br /&gt;88. Kissed on the first date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;89. Gone to Thailand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Bought a house&lt;br /&gt;91. Been in a combat zone&lt;br /&gt;92. Buried one/both of your parents&lt;br /&gt;93. Been on a cruise ship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;94. Spoken more than one language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Performed in Rocky Horror&lt;br /&gt;96. Raised children&lt;br /&gt;97. Followed your favorite band/singer on tour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;98. Passed out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;100. Packed up and moved to another city to just start ove&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;102. Sang loudly in the car, and didn't stop when you knew someone was looking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;103. Had plastic surgery&lt;br /&gt;104. Survived an accident that you shouldn't have survived&lt;br /&gt;105. Wrote articles for a large publication&lt;br /&gt;106. Lost over 100 pounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;107. Held someone while they were having a flashback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;108. Piloted an airplane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;109. Touched a stingray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;110. Broken someone's heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;111. Helped an animal give birth&lt;br /&gt;112. Won money on a TV game show&lt;br /&gt;113. Broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;114. Gone on a photo safari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;115. Had a facial part pierced other than your ears&lt;br /&gt;116. Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol&lt;br /&gt;117. Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;118. Ridden a horse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;119. Had major surgery&lt;br /&gt;120. Had a snake as a pet&lt;br /&gt;121. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon&lt;br /&gt;122. Slept for 30 hours in a 48 hour period&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;123. Visited more foreign countries than Indonesian cities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;124. Visited all 7 continents&lt;br /&gt;125. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days&lt;br /&gt;126. Eaten kangaroo meat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;127. Eaten sushi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;128. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;129. Changed someone's mind about something you care deeply about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;130. Gone back to school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;131. Parasailing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;132. Touched a cockroach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;133. Eaten fried green tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;134. Read The Iliad and The Odyssey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;135. Selected one "important" author/book who you missed in school days, and read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;136. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;137. Skipped your school reunions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;138. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language&lt;br /&gt;139. Been elected to public office&lt;br /&gt;140. Written your own computer language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;141. Thought to yourself that you're living your dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;142. Had to put someone you love into hospital care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;143. Built your own PC from parts&lt;br /&gt;144. Sold your own artwork to someone who didn't know you&lt;br /&gt;145. Had a booth at a fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;146. Dyed your hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;147. Been a DJ&lt;br /&gt;148. Shaved your head&lt;br /&gt;149. Caused a car accident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;150. Saved someone's life&lt;/span&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/7095832484504295337-7961586458169788552?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/7961586458169788552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=7961586458169788552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/7961586458169788552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/7961586458169788552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/2009/08/well-i-found-this-at-thias-blog.html' title='kill kill time'/><author><name>my blank pages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09317934490907932934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-5152752621536164965</id><published>2009-08-06T03:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T03:25:42.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh baby! if you just know it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;karena dunia ini akan terus berputar&lt;br /&gt;dan aku akan terus termenung menapaki tanah&lt;br /&gt;mengajarkan diri ini bagaimana cara bernafas dengan benar&lt;br /&gt;dan bagaimana cara menangis dengan tidak mengeluarkan air mata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karena aku tidak dapat menyentuh matahari&lt;br /&gt;dan aku tidak dapat membelai bulan&lt;br /&gt;walau memang aku ingin sekali&lt;br /&gt;tak ada tangga yang mampu mengantarkan ku ke atas sana&lt;br /&gt;bisa kah kau carikan untukku?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karena setiap aku menilik&lt;br /&gt;jiwa itu selalu ada&lt;br /&gt;menulis ini pun rasanya teriris&lt;br /&gt;mengingat jiwa itu mendapat tekanan untuk pergi&lt;br /&gt;sedangkan aku tersemen di tempat ini&lt;br /&gt;tolong! jangan pergi&lt;br /&gt;aku meringis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karena aku tahu dunia ini terlalu hitam putih&lt;br /&gt;terlalu hitam?&lt;br /&gt;atau mungkin terlalu putih?&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/7095832484504295337-5152752621536164965?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/5152752621536164965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-1102736570880188816</id><published>2009-08-05T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T06:10:04.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just got back from tanjung lesung last sunday. and i adore that place freakingly. and ,sure, for you guys who want to know do my skin still look as bright as usual, the answer is "HELL NO". yeah because i got a sunburned especially at my shoulder. fool me, i used tank on the way to pulau peucang which means 3 hours under the sun. but just ignore the skin! we really had our fun there! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cottage that we spent a night at tanjung lesung was so cozy, we had our own private pool at the cottage and at the first night we play Marcopolo at the pool. and i got some blue bruised at my knees and it hurts ;D the next day we went to pulau peucang and we spent a night ,not at a cottage, but at a tent. a big one. its the first time for me to stay at a tent and i love it. except for the part that actually at the midnight there was a SNAKE (yes, S.N.A.K.E) circled our tent. and my teacher just told me and my friends today. yeah, what a BIG SURPRISE! maybe the snake knew that there's a girl at the tent who has an enormous phobia at it species. thanks God it didnt come into the tent and pass through me.im so dead if it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we did snorkeling ,which was so fun and a little walking at the forest. the sea water's still clear. and if you compare it with the water at ancol, it actually not the proper comparator. too far i guess. and yes, we dont see any one take a bath at the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though we got darkened after the thematic-project trip. we DO want to go back there. still need more time there. but please, NO SNAKE INVITED thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photos are coming right up. school's still hard HARD! and im still a freak at chemistry as usual. i'll tell you as soon as possible when i've got smarter at chemistry:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095832484504295337-1102736570880188816?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/1102736570880188816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=1102736570880188816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/1102736570880188816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/1102736570880188816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-got-back-from-tanjung-lesung-last.html' title=''/><author><name>my blank pages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09317934490907932934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-780049866853994447</id><published>2009-08-05T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T07:02:34.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we jump, we shout . and we owned the sea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SnmORBPvjcI/AAAAAAAAASs/OPXXnM6ESOE/s1600-h/IMG_1136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; 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type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-jump-we-shout-and-we-owned-sea.html' title='we jump, we shout . and we owned the sea'/><author><name>my blank pages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09317934490907932934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SnmORBPvjcI/AAAAAAAAASs/OPXXnM6ESOE/s72-c/IMG_1136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-1415138022971579808</id><published>2009-07-29T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T07:03:38.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kelamaan di bdg emg bikin nangis-.-</title><content type='html'>well. it's been a while i haven't post anything here at my blog. i were kinda busy for my beloved sisters wedding at bandung. all of my cousins and my aunts also my uncles came from medan. and also my brother. but tomorrow all of them are going to go back medan and melbourne. and im terrifyingly sad about it:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just afraid of the loneliness after they're all gone:"( yeah like being alone here at home is really not  a good news. no, there're no benefit for being alone. still, no freedom. still, a lot of rules. still, under pressure:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there're a bunch of days with a lot of wonderful ,extraordinary days with them that i dont want it to be over but they have to.and i hate it. HATE IT SO MUCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last sunday  when i went back to jakarta from bandung with gisya and erin i spent a half of the journey for crying bcause i think about things upthere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister's wedding was such a bless for my family.because all of us gathered in one place in one time. and i love that. we cried and we laughed. :") i'll miss that moment. cant wait for bang ukan's wedding.cant wait for the next joy. teehee:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SnBWgQsUJYI/AAAAAAAAARU/RLSqVLC0okc/s1600-h/DSC00086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SnBWgQsUJYI/AAAAAAAAARU/RLSqVLC0okc/s320/DSC00086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363882268434900354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cute huh?:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095832484504295337-1415138022971579808?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/1415138022971579808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=1415138022971579808' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/1415138022971579808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/1415138022971579808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/2009/07/kelamaan-di-bdg-emg-bikin-nangis.html' title='kelamaan di bdg emg bikin nangis-.-'/><author><name>my blank pages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09317934490907932934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SnBWgQsUJYI/AAAAAAAAARU/RLSqVLC0okc/s72-c/DSC00086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-4417506966704633850</id><published>2009-07-16T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T06:21:45.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah!</title><content type='html'>so, sodara sodara gw dr medan baru pada nyampe di jakarta. aaaa gw sneng baaaanget. spupu spupu gw yang kecil kecil, paman gw, bibi gw. ada kali tu ber10 lebih haha.&lt;br /&gt;pas mereka  nyampe kita jalan ke GI. well, i dont even feel ashame bcause they're from village. yeah. my mom and my dad didnt come from  &lt;span id="selected"&gt;a socialite or a rich family. we come from a village. so, we did have a great time togetheer!YAY! gw sndiri juga ikutan norak sbenernya hehe. di GI kita ngeliat dancing fountain bntr trus makan di Y&amp;amp;Y rame rame. yah walopun gw smpet ngerasa pusing. entah knp tiba tiba ilang gr gr ktawa ktawa sama spupu spupu gw. ga pernah ga ktawa deh ma mrk. they gave comments for every persons who dress in a weird way ,but thats what really made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skrg mrk smua udh pada di bdg. well, its a countdown to my sisters wedding. bener bener ga sabar deh. cant really wait for the croooooowd. abi erin and gisya are planning to attend the wedding. so i wont be alone:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, gw udh masuk sklh. wow. dpt kls baru aja gtuh. di kls 12 inter yang dlu. and i hate the chair! bikin pegel banget. dan pas hari rabu pulang jam stgh 4 aja dong. 3 jem fisika lagi. mnrt lo aje dah. dan mulai skrg ada ade kls yang nebeng gw namanya arman. mantan ade kls gw di DH. he's cuuute! haha ngefans gw ma dia. abi ama gisya juga jadi ikutan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaand.  i wish my baby, erin, who's sick right now, to get well soon! i miss ya darrrlaaa muah:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a great weekend you guys!&lt;br /&gt;peace out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095832484504295337-4417506966704633850?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/4417506966704633850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=4417506966704633850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/4417506966704633850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/4417506966704633850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/2009/07/yeah.html' title='yeah!'/><author><name>my blank pages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09317934490907932934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-5182841444767720835</id><published>2009-07-13T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T01:22:49.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hari ini hari senin ; benssyong ; sakit ; ARE A BIG DEAL!</title><content type='html'>demi apa hari ini udh masuk. (kalo kata fadhil "demikian dan seterusnya,ra") . namun dengan sangat menyesal (dan mungkin doa salah satu tmn gw-.-) gw ga masuk dikarenakan sakit. yak slmat ra! pusing, batuk, pilek, pegel, lemes, pusing lagi menemani gw slama beberapa hari ini. giliran mau masuk sekolah aja sakit!-.- well,yeah i miss school a lot. terutama temen temennya. dah hampir sebulan ga ketemu ya kangen lah ya pasti. gw pengen ngeliat siapa aja yang membesar selain gw hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lusa kemaren tepatnya malem Minggu. gw , kak icha, bang hendra, bang ukan dah kak maya berniat malem mingguan. yah alesan gw ke bokap sih menutup liburan;p kita ke PVJ .ngopi di Black Canyon.ngeksis, ngegahul, ngomongin org, nambah dosa, ngemil, au dah ngapain aja disitu yang pasti PVJ makin malem makin kaya antrian sembako. rame gilaaa. (makin rame makin nambah dosa) . di black canyon ampe jm 10an. dr situ kita bosen bingung mau kmn akhirnya bang ukan ngajak makan serabi di setiabudi .di dkt enhaii. and guess what. tmptnya rame gilaaaaaa. kita udh bingung yakan mau duduk dimana.eh ada meja yang cuma di tmpatin 2 org cowo. dgn beraninya bang hendra numpang dudul disitu dong.pas gw liat ga ada yg mencurigakan.oke fine. cowo yang satunya ganteng. -.- yang satunya yah you know. gw kira mereka normal. eh tiba tiba dtg yang satunya. NGELAMBAY yuuuuu,. dan mereka duduk di dkt bang ukan dan bang hendra yang PHOBIA sama benssyong. yak gw ga bisa brnti ktawa dr situ. how lucky they are;p nyampe rumah jm stgh 12. untuk pertama kalinya gw pulang malem cuma ga ditelponin sama bkp nykp .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan entah mengapa belakangan ini gw jadi susah tidur. insomnia. minimal gw tidur jm 12 dah. parah kan. abis pergi itu aja gw tdr jm stgh 2 bangun jam stgh 5. kejam memang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hari ini kerjaan gw cuma tidur, bangun, minum obat, tidur lagi, bangun, makan, minum obat,tidur. gimana gw ga gendut-.- tobat gw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well then.&lt;br /&gt;doakan kls 2 ini akan menjadi tahun yang lebih baik. ;p&lt;br /&gt;muah!&lt;br /&gt;AL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095832484504295337-5182841444767720835?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/5182841444767720835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=5182841444767720835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/5182841444767720835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/5182841444767720835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/2009/07/hari-ini-hari-senin-benssyong-sakit-are.html' title='hari ini hari senin ; benssyong ; sakit ; ARE A BIG DEAL!'/><author><name>my blank pages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09317934490907932934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-1232131861632353354</id><published>2009-07-09T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T05:18:21.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh!holiday</title><content type='html'>Demi apa ya liburan udh mau selese lagi. uurgh! ga mauuuu! gw udh cukup enjoy dengan kehidupan bandung dan temen temen gw dibandung . di banding gw mesti sendiri dijakarta kaya anak ilang. walaupun emang konsekuensinya gw dibandung ya itu, membesar-.- kalo boleh gw pindah kebandung gw mau!BANGET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah berpindah dari masalah bandung. sebentar lagi kaka gw nikahan. AND I CANT WAIT FOR IT! cie akhirnya gw punya kebaya. ada 3. warna merah, emas, sama emas ada pink softnya gtuh. aaargh i love those things. freakingly! walaupun gw tau kaka gw udh deg degan setengah mampus nungguin tuh nikahannya. yah jangan ampe aja nnti gw punya keponakan gw berubah profesi jadi pengasuh anak yakan-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well then, gw berdoa supaya nnti pas tgl 13 ga ada upacara. amiiin amiiin yaAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SlXXr67nSiI/AAAAAAAAAPs/w0NFZp5TQUM/s1600-h/4932_1184792103006_1324362144_497171_6531061_n.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/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SlXXr67nSiI/AAAAAAAAAPs/w0NFZp5TQUM/s320/4932_1184792103006_1324362144_497171_6531061_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356424481380715042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's my brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SlXYyMYucVI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Gn4jGmIi_W8/s1600-h/_MG_9521.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/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SlXYyMYucVI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Gn4jGmIi_W8/s320/_MG_9521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356425688657064274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kak Maya.Kak Icha.and that boy over there, Kak agung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SlXbi0CmP8I/AAAAAAAAAQE/712I3aI5FT8/s1600-h/_MG_9645.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/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SlXbi0CmP8I/AAAAAAAAAQE/712I3aI5FT8/s320/_MG_9645.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356428722958647234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yance.my Baby muah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SlXcyycusuI/AAAAAAAAAQM/SId7huHk2_w/s1600-h/_MG_9661.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/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SlXcyycusuI/AAAAAAAAAQM/SId7huHk2_w/s320/_MG_9661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356430096920916706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fadhil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SlXd2TvMNXI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Bbj8mGXJwW4/s1600-h/_MG_9673.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/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SlXd2TvMNXI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Bbj8mGXJwW4/s320/_MG_9673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356431256907953522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luthfi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SlXfBoAylgI/AAAAAAAAAQc/IcRB2tinDl4/s1600-h/_MG_9687.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/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SlXfBoAylgI/AAAAAAAAAQc/IcRB2tinDl4/s320/_MG_9687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356432550840669698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ayu.Dania&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095832484504295337-6116817033089588774?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/6116817033089588774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=6116817033089588774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/6116817033089588774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/6116817033089588774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/2009/07/still.html' title=''/><author><name>my blank 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style="font-style: normal;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;out of reach!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095832484504295337-4238259219186796084?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/4238259219186796084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=4238259219186796084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/4238259219186796084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="text-align: center;"&gt;what you need is just look back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and see what's the past looked like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then now you could learn that its not easy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to breathe the air&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and to walk in this life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;have you ever see the tears outside your window?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that the tears outside are even more painfull&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;your tears' just a little pinch in their hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;open your window and shout!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;please,cant you see that all these things are dying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and all you do is freeze in your feet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;move!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because your life isn't more precious than their lifes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if you dont even move your clean feet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095832484504295337-2751436806453048762?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/2751436806453048762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=2751436806453048762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/2751436806453048762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/2751436806453048762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/2009/06/look.html' title='look!'/><author><name>my blank pages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09317934490907932934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-92785485642229730</id><published>2009-06-30T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T02:12:36.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLA HELL-O HOLIDAY!</title><content type='html'>im on my vacation now. and as like my prediction, i'll spend my holiday at bandung. which mean i'll say goodbye to the internet for a while. i started my holiday at 15 of june. which i spent first by went to dufan with my beloved friends. yeah. we had a lotta fun! as me,a scary-pig,never have a braveness to ride an extreme ride.BUT, because all my friends LOVE those EXTREME RIDE, i force my self really hard so finally i ride halilintar (once) , kicir kicir (five times) , kora kora (sheesh!who created this thing?!) , arung jeram, and almost all ride there. i know. psycho. but really, i never feel so happy like that day ;) THANKS GUYS! MUAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, now im at jakarta. just to surf the internet and hang out with my old friends. 2 weeks at bandung really makes me feel like a polar bear who's hibernating haha im making a new great friends at bandung. so, bandung gets a lot better now. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the good news is bang ukan is here now. yaaaay!;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well thats all.&lt;br /&gt;have a great holiday mate!&lt;br /&gt;peace out&lt;br /&gt;al!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095832484504295337-92785485642229730?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/92785485642229730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=92785485642229730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/92785485642229730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/92785485642229730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/2009/06/hola-hell-o-holiday.html' title='HOLA HELL-O HOLIDAY!'/><author><name>my blank pages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09317934490907932934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-7601566899677189152</id><published>2009-06-11T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T06:34:47.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;its when i look back&lt;br /&gt;and all the things that i left behind is such an empty&lt;br /&gt;also,when i look forward&lt;br /&gt;i see all things turn blur&lt;br /&gt;and that's just when my steps are shaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to do something!&lt;br /&gt;so my steps aren't shaking anymore&lt;br /&gt;but there's nothing near me&lt;br /&gt;and thats just when my faith is fading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHMYGOD!&lt;br /&gt;im going to fall&lt;br /&gt;help!!&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/7095832484504295337-7601566899677189152?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/7601566899677189152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=7601566899677189152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/7601566899677189152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/7601566899677189152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-when-i-look-back-and-all-things.html' title=''/><author><name>my blank pages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09317934490907932934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-3500615601883281658</id><published>2009-06-10T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T06:30:39.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no, nothing</title><content type='html'>so, i dont know why but i prefer to post with english today.&lt;br /&gt;know what,friday will be the last day for IGCSE..sheesh, feel like just a moment ago i shouted and get upset because of those how-if-i-just-call-it-so-hard-exams for the opening..now,its gonna be over!! aaarwr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so,around this week, i found my self staring at all the fashion-blogs i found. (and yes) i feel like a geek (i just get an idea to change my blogname;p).. aaaargh! tell me when i could get those cool clothes ,shoes and bags and then tell me when could i shrink this big-body a bit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tryin to find some tank-tops.and i found one at Mango today.its colourful leopard pattern.and its freakingly cute (and the mose important thing,its not that pricey). and when i just wanna try that cute thing, my dad called and asked where am i and said he's at Sogo.and asked me and my mom to went there.URG! REALLY HAVE TO HAVE THAT TANK-TOP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i still try to find a nice oxford  shoes, a big sneakers , a nice boot, and a heels. ALSO, a cure scarfs. yes i know,im a big dreamer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i dont need bag because my mom just bought me a Longchamps Backpack, not actually a backpack. its too simple for it. its navy blue. and cute! teehee..thanks mom..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the next project for my fashion to-do-list are find those things up there , make this hair longer, and shrink this body..yeah ..whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOOOOOOOO (another so) , after chemistry Multiple Choice's over this friday, i plan to go eat with my friends after that i plan to go to bandung. i miss it a lot. weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well,have a great rest of the day,darl.&lt;br /&gt;peace out&lt;br /&gt;AL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095832484504295337-3500615601883281658?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/3500615601883281658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=3500615601883281658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/3500615601883281658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/3500615601883281658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-nothing.html' title='no, nothing'/><author><name>my blank pages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09317934490907932934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-6535120387692255155</id><published>2009-06-07T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T04:01:12.563-07:00</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SiuX9cfDzMI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/_lCYclEgT-A/s1600-h/_MG_8979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SiuX9cfDzMI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/_lCYclEgT-A/s320/_MG_8979.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344532464679505090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;the thing is...&lt;br /&gt;this little girl need friends&lt;br /&gt;well, to play in the playground&lt;br /&gt;to play that old doll&lt;br /&gt;to get sweat under the sun&lt;br /&gt;so, please....................&lt;br /&gt;she's nothing but just a new cry baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095832484504295337-6535120387692255155?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/6535120387692255155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=6535120387692255155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/6535120387692255155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/6535120387692255155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/2009/06/thing-is.html' title=''/><author><name>my blank pages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09317934490907932934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SiuX9cfDzMI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/_lCYclEgT-A/s72-c/_MG_8979.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-2324763815081788515</id><published>2009-06-07T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T03:29:22.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kecanduan solitaire-.-</title><content type='html'>iya gw kecanduan maen solitaire sekarang gara gara di hape gw skrg ada tuh maenan.klo shari ga maen aja tangan gw gatel. jelek banget yekan? solitaire pula-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jadi hari ini niat gw buat bljr biology kandas di tgh jalan .. gw jadi ga ada niat sama skali. biology. ohmaigat. mnrt lo. enek enek dah lo sono baca buku biologi gw yang brtnya 2 kg. gw timbang sndiri loh.&lt;br /&gt;sharian gw di dpn komp. ga jelas ngapain. yang pasti browsing sharian. mata gw udh lumayan jereng. tapi jerengnya lebih mnding drpd baca biologi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doain gw buat bsk ya..&lt;br /&gt;smg aja yang diAtas ngebantu gw..&lt;br /&gt;amiiin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for NXN..AYOOOOH SMANGAAAAT. abis bsk. sisa 2 ujian lagi.....!! inget libur...-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out.&lt;br /&gt;AL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095832484504295337-2324763815081788515?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/2324763815081788515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=2324763815081788515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/2324763815081788515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/2324763815081788515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/2009/06/kecanduan-solitaire.html' title='kecanduan solitaire-.-'/><author><name>my blank pages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09317934490907932934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-4671926699853826347</id><published>2009-06-05T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T19:03:11.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lagi pengen ngetik aja</title><content type='html'>hari ini sabtu dong. yihaa. gw norak sama hari sabtu skrg. soalnya mencari hari untuk lenjeh lenjeh susah bener yak. hari ini rencananya gw mau ke PIM ,ngegahul sama fadhil dan gitasya (haha ni anak berdua blm knalan sama skali).  kan ga lucu gw sabtu minggu lumuten di rumah. yah jalan dikit lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jadi kmrn itu ada IGCSE biology paper 1 (multiple choice). yeah alhamdulillah bisa sih. sialnya, masa ada soal disuruh pilih manusia (homo sapiens) tulisan benernya kaya apa. ada yg huruf nya kecil smua lah, ada yg Hnya doang yang gede. gw lupaaaa bnget. bego bener dah ah. trus pas akhir akhir gw udh kaya org gila. nyelesein tuh nomor aja gw mikir 15 menit (lebay sih). yah akhirnya gw milih yang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Homo sapiens &lt;/span&gt;dan sepertinya bener. (ya ga sih?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan, keadaan gw blkgn ini lagi ancur banget. batuk, pilek, pusing, ngerasa aga demam, ngantuuuuuk mulu dan gw ngerasa muka gw kaya bengkak smua. pas hari apa gituh masa gw tidur abis dr sklh tuh dari jm 11 ampe jam 5 sore. trus jam stgh 10 udh tidur lagi, emg kayanya gw perlu tidur banyak banyak dah. kcapean gr2 seminggu bolak balik bandung jakarta 3 kali-.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehmm&lt;br /&gt;sebenernya post gw ga penting sih ya&lt;br /&gt;lagi pengen ngetiki. gatel tangan gw&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;have a great saturday baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out&lt;br /&gt;AL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095832484504295337-4671926699853826347?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/4671926699853826347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=4671926699853826347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/4671926699853826347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/4671926699853826347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/2009/06/lagi-pengen-ngetik-aja.html' title='lagi pengen ngetik aja'/><author><name>my blank pages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09317934490907932934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-7123365134691160221</id><published>2009-06-03T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:14:31.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Facts About Me</title><content type='html'>1. Has her BIG phobia on SNAKES!!!!!! ( gitasya and erin even think that snakes are cute...-.-)&lt;br /&gt;2. Is a BIG SPENDER and still don't know how to spend her money as wise as possible. could barely hold her self to shop something that actually not really her NEED. so, help?&lt;br /&gt;3. is an art freak-er. well, she sees this world as a compound of art. and art have to be respected. and art will always be perfect!&lt;br /&gt;4.is a Lazy-pig... yeah she'll never figure out how to throw this lazy thing out. another,help?&lt;br /&gt;5.thinks that size doesn't matter. yeah because she has a problem on size either. diet is a DIE with a 't'. that's what Garfield said.&lt;br /&gt;6.a book eater. not actually eat it. but.. yeah..you know what i mean right.&lt;br /&gt;7.a big fan of the Beatles. its because the influence of her friends named tami and nabila.&lt;br /&gt;8.is a not-that-kind-of-an-'it'-girl.. she prefer to be called a nerd. and she likes it.&lt;br /&gt;9.is a DORK on chemistry (and physics... and also math...and also biology).english is the only thing she could survive in.&lt;br /&gt;10.is the last in series of my family. so her dad spoils her a lot. well,she doesnt like to be spoiled (well, okay sometime she likes it) , because her sist keeps telling her that she's a spoiler and that sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah..&lt;br /&gt;10 are more than enough. it did kill time . hihi..&lt;br /&gt;well.. in a few hours i'll face biology exam.&lt;br /&gt;and i still havent study a thing til now.&lt;br /&gt;yeah hell..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great friday dude&lt;br /&gt;peace out&lt;br /&gt;AL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095832484504295337-7123365134691160221?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/7123365134691160221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=7123365134691160221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/7123365134691160221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/7123365134691160221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/2009/06/random-facts-about-me.html' title='Random Facts About Me'/><author><name>my blank pages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09317934490907932934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-2469934568784941554</id><published>2009-05-20T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T08:32:11.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jai hoo!</title><content type='html'>gw udh nntn angels and demons buat yang kedua kalinya dong haha ajibb. iya jadi hari ini rencananya gw mau diungsikan di rumah gitasya berhubung om sa mau nganterin altis ke bengkel. ternyata pas udh akhir2 tutor fisikanjrit yang dilaksanakan kurang pagi itu si gisya diajak nntn sama abi sama mamanya abi. yah akhirnya gw juga ikutan.ga tau malu ya gw haha. kita juga ngajak erin eh ternyata erinnya mau ngambil darah ga tau buat apa. jam 10an kita ke rumah gitasya naik bajaj! yay akhirnya gw merasakan juga naik bajaj. asik yaaa. ketagihan deh.-.- iya trus nyampe rumah gisya gw bli bakmi pendi dulu buat makan siang trus makan di rumah gisya, abi makan indomie gisya makan telor ceplok yang hasilnya jadinya kaya telor dadar trus kata gisya baunya kaya karet -.- trus abis itu kita ke kamar gisya milihin baju buat dia, iya sialnya cuma gw satu satunya yang pake seragam yak selamat. trus abis itu jam 12an mamanya abi dateng trus jalan ke planet hollywood.eh pas di dkt benhil macet padahal udh jam 12.40 an gituh. ga dapet deh akhirnya kita ambil jam selanjutnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trus pas lagi di tengah macet mama nelpon. eh ternyata mama lagi jalan ke jakarta. untungnya boleh mau nntn. jadi ntr tuh yang ngejemput om wawan.jemput dirumah gisya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pas nyampe plahol kan jam 1an tuh.kita makan dlu (yang makan sih cuma mama abi,gw dan gisya DIPAKSA buat makan) di hoka hoka bento. udh kan tuh abis itu kita ke 21 nya. bli tiket trus main mobil2an trs main time crisis. trus erin nyusul kitaaaaa. ahahahaha iya katanya diambil darahnya sakit gituh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trus kita masuk ke studio 1. gw bawa perlengkapan pepsi+nachos (actually the nachos getting more delicious as the last nachos i tasted at 21 tasted so yuck!) trus udh tuh nntn. gw duduh di sblh erin sama abi. I ADORE THE MOVIE A LOT!!!!! iya emg lbih seru novelnya sih. cuma aaaaah pemeran Patrick nya GANTEEEENG. bukan ganteng sih mukanya gimanaaaaa gituh sama ada satu polisinya ganteng aaaah!!!i wonder how they could do the take because as i know vatican is so close-minded country. but 2 thumbs up!!! moga moga digital fortress sama deception point difilmin juga =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trus abis itu kita pulang. macet di jalan,. kita gila gilaan bukan gila gilaan juga sih,.ngegosipin abi sama max/arya/ ato (ehem) raup-an.hahaha iya jadi spnjang jalan ke rumah gisya kita ketawa tawa ampe skrg gw nyampe rumah gw pusing cape hahahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah well, abi gisya erin mamanya abi, thanks guys, i really enjoy today. as u guys always there when i need you all. MUAAAAAH.ILYSM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iya bsk gw libur sehari. jumat ESL listening. and after that we're free from tests til 1st of june.&lt;br /&gt;gw masih nyari ide bsk gw mau ngapain aja.&lt;br /&gt;sjauh ini sih gw mau: bikin graffiti the beatles, mindain data komp ke laptop, tidur, nyelesein novel pramoedya ananta toer yang baru gw bli (keren gila novelnya) sama mau lenjeh2.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaahh,,&lt;br /&gt;yeah i'll enjoy these days .&lt;br /&gt;i'll try=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out&lt;br /&gt;AL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095832484504295337-2469934568784941554?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/2469934568784941554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=2469934568784941554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/2469934568784941554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/2469934568784941554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/2009/05/jai-hoo.html' title='jai hoo!'/><author><name>my blank pages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09317934490907932934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-2941558632060426404</id><published>2009-05-18T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T06:58:50.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tragedi matematika</title><content type='html'>yihaa,.gw tadi siang jam 1.25-3.55 iye 2 jem 30 menit.lama yekaaaan. itu yg namanya leher gw udh kaya mau patah. udh banyak, lama lagi. mending gampang ini sih naujibileh susahnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iya jadi knp gw bilang tragedi soalnya dampak dr ulangan itu ga ilang ampe skrg. jadi 5 menit sebelum selese gw udh kluar dluan tuh. nyampe luar gw udh kaya org mabok. iye mabok sama math. gw nyampe luar terdiam, ngedengerin tmn2 gw yg pada ngebahas soal2 math tadi. gw ngambil ipod, duduk di dkt pintu kls, nangis. hemm aga ga worth it sih nangis gr2 math. cuma gw nyesek mamen susah beudh. jadi gr2 itu gw jadi bete, pgn mukul tembok (oke ini lebay). betenya masi ampe skrg. jadi smua org di rumah hampir gw cuekin . untungnya udh aga redaan dikit gr2 solat maghrib tadi. yah jadi gituh deh. ga bisa di bilang tragedi juga sih. cuma yah lumayan bikin gw ngerasa jadi manusia paling bego di muka bumi (kalo kata mute, apa dah ira.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hemm bsk biologi mamen.&lt;br /&gt;BIOLOGIIII.&lt;br /&gt;BIIIOOOOOOLOOOOOOOGIIIIIIII!&lt;br /&gt;MNRT LOOO?!&lt;br /&gt;iya susah&lt;br /&gt;yah ini gw mau bljr.&lt;br /&gt;doain yah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out&lt;br /&gt;AL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095832484504295337-2941558632060426404?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/2941558632060426404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=2941558632060426404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/2941558632060426404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/2941558632060426404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/2009/05/tragedi-matematika.html' title='tragedi matematika'/><author><name>my blank pages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09317934490907932934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-2439156877639903639</id><published>2009-05-16T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T18:18:35.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im single and freakingly happy!</title><content type='html'>jadi hari ini hari minggu. hell yeah mamen! bsk udh senen aja. so, from now on should i love sunday or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di postingan kali ini gw pgn menyebut kan list list smua hal yang blkgn ini lagi ada dipikiran gw.&lt;br /&gt;so,&lt;br /&gt;I, RECENTLY...:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;in love with a boy, he actually freakin me out for being so cute. tapi yah sprtinya dia udh punya gbtn lain.  ya udh lah ya. FYI, dia bukan anak jupan=)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;in love with ANGELS AND DEMONS. sebenernya gw udh baca bukunya tuh udh lamaaa banget. 2/3 taun yang lalu gituh. makanya gw udh lupa crtnya.but afterall, banyak crt yg dipotong yah? kok kayanya kurang gimanaaa gitu dibandingin novelnya.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;freak about The Beatles. pertama sih gara gara tami niii nularin ke gw -.- trs entah knp gw jadi dikelilingi oleh orang orang yang suka the beatles. masa kata bang ukan selera gw makin aneh sih gara2 suka sama The Beatles. hemm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;feel so lonely late this days. i dont know why. bahkan di hape gw pun skrg jadi jarang ada sms yang masuk. yeah guys, i feel like a new nerd in town right now. and it sucks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;getting thinner. HUAHAHAHAHAHA. becanda abis gw. tapi entah knp gw merasa seperti itu. bagi kalian yang telah melihat saya cuma ga merasakan perubahan dr size badan gw, harap beritahu. apadah gwe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ga pake bb lagi!! hell yeah akhirnya. gw merasakan kerugian dalam memakai blackberry. pertama, gw jadi ga konsen belajar kalo di sklh, slalu ada notifications dr fb, ato email. kedua, pulsanya kerasa banget dah. ketiga, ngerasa gahul gwee.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;found that facebook and another social site are no longer fun. ngeboseniiin gitu gitu doang. expect something more and different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;really miss my baby bro outhere. aaah bang ukan kapan sih lo balik. njrit gw kangen banget mamen!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;try to walk through my day as a new me, a nerd i mean. yeah whatsoever about that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;yah itu lah yang sdg ada di pikiran gw.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah men.&lt;br /&gt;gw emg lagi ngerasa berantakan banget belakangan ini.&lt;br /&gt;apakah ini dampak dari IGCSE?&lt;br /&gt;mungkin&lt;br /&gt;memang&lt;br /&gt;100% sangaaat mungkin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;udh ah&lt;br /&gt;mau sarapan dlu&lt;br /&gt;dadah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out&lt;br /&gt;AL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095832484504295337-2439156877639903639?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/2439156877639903639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=2439156877639903639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/2439156877639903639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/2439156877639903639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-single-and-freakingly-happy.html' title='im single and freakingly happy!'/><author><name>my blank pages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09317934490907932934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-1980453050150716230</id><published>2009-05-15T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T04:49:09.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:'(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YEAH! I AM SAD! I FEEL UPSET! SO DONT YOU CARE?!&lt;/span&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/7095832484504295337-1980453050150716230?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/1980453050150716230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=1980453050150716230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/1980453050150716230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/1980453050150716230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title=':&apos;('/><author><name>my blank pages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09317934490907932934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-7812798184116469309</id><published>2009-05-11T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T07:46:15.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IGCSE! again</title><content type='html'>iya dah, bsk gw udah IGCSE aja gituh. jadi hari ini gw nyampe di jakarta jam 11.jam 12 ke rumah mutia.jmput dia.trs ke sklh. tutor fisika. yeah akhirnya gw merasakan benefit dari tutor fisika -.- abis itu jenguk gitasya-beibi-hani-bani-bala-bala yang lagii terperangkap di siloam gr2 db. GWS YA GISYA SAYAAAANG=). yeah abis jenguk kita ngebucks (cieh gayanya) di lobby siloam.aga kurang ngajar memang ngebucks dirumahsakit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abis itu nyampe rumah jam 6.mandi, ganti baju, solat terus les ampe jam stengah 9. STRES GWEEEE! hemm. bsk fisika. paper 6. alternative to practical. emg sih cuma perlu mindain data.cuma bahasanya itu looooh. bisa ga sih di translate dulu ke bahasa indo klo ga batak gituh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gw lagi bner2 ga mood buat bljr skrg, kpl gw puyeng, ga napsu makan dr tadi pagi alhasil gw ga makan hr ini (ngemil sih ho oh), dan stress pula,.gimana pelajaran mau masuk coba. hemm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iya.blkgn ini gw lagi ada masalah sama bb gw. jadi males makenya. ribet mamen.-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last weekend at bandung was sooooo much fun. we have our sat-night at pvj. rame rame.ada kak ichang, bang fahmi, ade,mba maya,kak alfi, kak munif&amp;amp;istri. entah knp gw sng bgt.mungkin gr2 itu hari trkhir gw untuk bersenang2 sblm IGCSE.hemm. banyak foto2 lucu dan foto2 yang gw suka banget,.cuma kayanya gw ga bisa upload skrg,. ditunggu yah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lanjuuut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, hr minggu kmrn gw jalan sama kak ichang, bang fahmi dan bang hendra. makan mie kocok terajib yang pernah gw makan, bis itu karokean ahoy di pvj abis itu ngopi bntr. asik . karokeannya gila gilaan. gw nyanyiin boom boom pownya BEP. huaa i adore that song. trus gw nyanyi twist and shout nya the beatles.begonya ga ada yang tau lagu itu -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hemm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah sekian dlu deh&lt;br /&gt;gw lagi bingung mau ngapain&lt;br /&gt;mungkin baca buku fisika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gr8t day guys!&lt;br /&gt;AL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095832484504295337-7812798184116469309?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/7812798184116469309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=7812798184116469309' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/7812798184116469309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/7812798184116469309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/2009/05/igcse-again.html' title='IGCSE! again'/><author><name>my blank pages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09317934490907932934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-9171401911373504749</id><published>2009-05-08T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T20:44:07.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ga tau mau dikasi judul apa</title><content type='html'>So, here i am.making my way to bandung. Iye gw tau slasa udh IGCSE kok gw ke bndung. Yah dr pd gw stress dirumah ngerjain past papers.mnding gw ke bdg bukan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah jadi skrg gw lagi dimobil. Diluar ujan. Dan macet.ditambah lagu you're beautiful yg mengalun dr radio. Hemm. Somehow this situation could change my mood. I was at the gOod mood.but now, i feel somekind of .... Something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Udh ah.jadi melow abis.&lt;br /&gt;Yak jadi gw tadi abis tutor math.sama ma'am maria. Ngerjain prediction Qs. Nothing special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hemmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What'll you do if you have a crush on someone but this guy seems to be a flirt-er ? I feel like he's what i've been searching for. Kriik bahasanya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bingung mau nggmg apa lg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gw mncoba buat nikmatin prjalanan ini. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sambil dgrin lagu here,there,everywherenya the beatles. Reminds me of bandung:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great w'end y'all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muah&lt;br /&gt;AL•v•&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095832484504295337-9171401911373504749?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/9171401911373504749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=9171401911373504749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/9171401911373504749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/9171401911373504749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-here-i-am.html' title='ga tau mau dikasi judul apa'/><author><name>my blank pages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09317934490907932934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-4193875910244946732</id><published>2009-05-07T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T06:56:30.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>help! i need somebody!</title><content type='html'>gw kesepian belakangan ini. yeah kesepian abis mamen. mama papa kak icha di bandung. bang ukan di melbourne . how could this be any worse? -.-&lt;br /&gt;yeah like i said before. ini teh contrast pisan sama yang ke pangandaran kemaren.&lt;br /&gt;i cried yesterday, i mean a lot.&lt;br /&gt;i just need somebody nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;these things-the IGCSE, being so alone, and the fact that i always compare my self to other- really make me feel bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paling males klo nympe rumah dr sklh trus naik ke kamar , diem,  and the only thing i could hear is nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ada ga enk ama enknya sih sndirian dirumah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enknya ya bebas lo mau ngapain aja silahkan, klo bljr mah tng tng aja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ga enknya ya itu tadi. sepi banget.dan klo ga ada kerjaan ga tau mau ngapain. paling main internet ato ga maen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hemmm&lt;br /&gt;bingung mau nulis apa..&lt;br /&gt;well then&lt;br /&gt;see ya!&lt;br /&gt;AL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s sblm tutor bio tadi sore gw makan bakso, cabenya 4 sendok penuh,. hasilnya? angelina jolie kalah =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095832484504295337-4193875910244946732?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/4193875910244946732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=4193875910244946732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/4193875910244946732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/4193875910244946732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/2009/05/help-i-need-somebody.html' title='help! i need somebody!'/><author><name>my blank pages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09317934490907932934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-6740381590206859299</id><published>2009-05-04T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T05:04:05.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ohmaigat!senen lagi. sekolah lagi</title><content type='html'>heyyyhooooooooo. akhirnya gw kembali lagi didpn komputer. dan dikarenakan gw udh mumet sama bahasa inggris disklh marilah kita kmbali ke bahasa indonesia yang baik dan benar menurut ejaannya-__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jadi, hari ini sekolah. yeah. men. gw aja ga percaya klo hr itu udah senen aja. senen=upacara=rambut lepek=keringetan="anjrit ni pidato panjang abis". pas dirumah gw udh berdoa. Tuhan, tolong dong ujan tiba tiba. sekali iniiiii aja. cuma ternyata Yang Diatas tidak setuju dengan permohonan bego gw itu. ngiiiik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dan mumpung gw lagi ga ada kerjaan, gw pgn cerita tentang "one of the best days i've ever had in my liiiiiiiiiiife" atau diindonesiain "salah satu hari terbaik dihidup gw".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jadi minggu lalu, tepatnya hari senen, nyokap gw ke jakarta sama gw (bolos dong) dr bandung soalnya hari minggunya kemaleman pulang dari acara simpedes (ada samsons! krik krik). nyampe di jakarta kita langsung ke hotel athlete century soalnya nyokap gw dan temen temennya nginep disitu gara2 ada turnamen bowling bersama di plaza senayan. dalam pikiran gw, GAYA YE IBU IBU SKRG MAEN BOWLING. nyokap gw sih cuma jadi penyemangat -.-&lt;br /&gt;trus abis dr century kita ke ps. makan dan nmnin latian bowling. ada kali tuh stengah abad latiannya. lama b3udH. saking lamanya gw ditawarin maen dan dilatih sama ada lah itu platih dari bandung namanya mas yogi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maen 5 game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nilai tertinggi 99&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nilai terendah 25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mampus bego abis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;biasanya gw maen bowling gw sisa lempar doang. dan gw baru tau ternyata bowling ada pemanasannya juga grooook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah kita skip ampe hari slasa malem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jadi slasa malem nyokap nelpon, nyuruh gw nginep di century sambil bawa seragam buat bsk. ajib yekan gw ke sekolah dari hotel. kesannya gimanaaaa gitu. mungkin dikira mas mas hotelnya gw ngungsi gara2 rumah gw kebanjiran-.-nyokap bilang sih gara2 ga ada temen tidur. pas gw disana, tidurnya ber 4 dong sama tmn2 nyokap. sama aja yekan krik.pagi2 gw ke sekolah pake sragam (yaiyalah).trus malemnya gw disuru nginep lagi. bedanya ini bareng sama bu turi (tukang urut langganan mama , the best mamen) . sama kaya kmrn , paginya gw kesekolah lagi (kamis).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rencananya kan jumat bolos tuh buat pre wedd kaka gw ( meen udh pre wedd aja dia), nah kamis sore tuh gw ktmuan ama nyokap ama bu turi, langsung ke bandung. nyampe bandung jam stengah 9an. gw kira ke pangandarannya (lokasi kak icha prewedd) bsk pagi, ternyata langsung dong. mau mati ga. ga sih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brgkt jam stengah 10 nyampe jam 2 pagi. jalannan sepi, om dadang nyetir udh kaya pembalap ep-1 (f1 maksudnya). nyampe sana gw satu kamar sama tnte beti dan bu turi , connecting door sama kak icha sama mba maya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disinilah the best days of my life gw berawal. gw bingung sih mau ngejelasinnya. soalnya klo gw jlsin ga bakal seru. im a bad story-teller to be honest;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bsknya liat kak icha sama bang fahmi foto pre wedd di pinggri pantai megang balon warna warni. gw bawa SLR tuh. pengen foto2 juga gw. tapi dengan kebegoan gw. gw ga bawa memory cardnya, ketinggalan di card reader. beli tuh. dapet. pas dinyalain............ batrenya abis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...krik...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huff. sabar gela gw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah gw liat fotonya. njrit lucu abis! jadi ada tim forografernya gitu, ada om munif, kak alfi, dan 3 org lainnya. gw ngiler ama kameranya -.-akhirnya gw gunain fish eye gw (amin gw bawa).&lt;br /&gt;abis dr pantai, makan siang trus ke pasir putih . pake prahu. aaah gw suka ama pantainya. asik banget. banyak monyetnya, dan ibu ibu berjilbab tmn mama berhasil dikerjain ama monyet monyet itu.hahahahahahahahahahahahaha ehem jahat pisan teh si ira. smpt ngerendem kaki (dan hampir ngerendem bb+ipod gw juga) di pantai sama mba maya.ngobrol ngobrol ngalor ngidul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bsknya foto di tmpt kaya pemancingan tradisional gitu. klo diliat sih jelek buat foto, cuman mamen, gw salut sama mas munif, fotonya kuereeeeeen b3udH. kak icha pake baju bridal, she looked freakingly beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abis itu kita makan siang dkt pantai batu karas (kalo ga salah , i forget the line of the story) nah di restorannya itu abis makan kita naik speed boat, sama papa mama om mbuy, yg lainnya naik getek hahaha. gw ngeliat papa ktawa ama senyum terus tuh rasanya&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; SENENG BANGET!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;abis itu kita ke batu karasnya. kita berenaaaang, di pantai. aaaaakhrnyaaaaaa. itu yang nyebur tuh gw,kaka icha, mama, papa, om mbuy, tante beti, om ade, om munif, sama kak alfi. nyettt itu asik banget, yang namanya IGCSE itu ilang dr pikiran gw. abis itu bilas di toilet restoran .trus abis mandi kata mama masa ada uler di luar tadi. gila klo gw ngeliat gw bisa pingsan bediri kali (since i have my freak phobia on that things!). trus balik ke hotel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malemnya kita api unggun-an di pinggir pantai, aaaaah i love this part, bintangnya banyak bangeeeeeeeeeeeeet + ada pnyanyi yg kaya dijimbaran gitu yang pake kecrek kecrek sama gitar sama gendang + api unggun + dinner + manusia manusia yang saya cintai .romantis paraaaaah. trus disini, ada frame yang foto bareng2. di foto itu tangan gw segede monas-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bsknya kita foto2 bareng2 lagi. mama papa kak icha bang fahmi bang hendra om mbuy tante beti sama om iyen. di pantai gitu ada karangnya (dr htel ke pantai gw naik pespa dong) lucuuuuu, trus gw foto brdua sama kak icha, which we posed like we're in a photo box. and there's these photo, jadi crtnya itu prewedd papa mama, gw kak icha sama bang fahminya tuh yang bingung gitu, hhhhaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, bang ukan ga ikut. aaaaaaaaaah knp sih lo harus kuliah di melbourne nan jauh ituuuu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trus abis itu, ini hari minggu ya, which is hari trkhir, kita siap2 . jalan ke bandung. trus makan siang di banjar, trus take the last picts di sawah2 gituh, percaya ga percaya, dengan monyetnyam GW NGELIAT ULER AJA GITUH LAGI NGELIAK LIUK MENJIJIKAN DI SUNGAI WARNA ITEM,KECIL NYEBELIN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trus kita ke sawah satunya lagi, terjal, dan gw jatoh aja gituh, untungnya ga kelumpur. trs abis itu pulang deh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyampe bandung gw siap2 trus langsung ke jakarta sama bang fahmi sama om wawan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaah nyampe rumah, gw tiduran, dan ga percaya klo gw udh di jakarta. gw pgn nangis. sepiiii. kontras banget sama 3 hari yang rame asik banget itu. kapan ya bisa gituh lagi? :'''''''''''(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, doain buat IGCSE gw ya. that thing really freakin me out, gw lagi males malesnya, sdgkan ulangannya minggu dpn. ajib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaah im waiting for a message!!!!!!! :))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out&lt;br /&gt;AL~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095832484504295337-6740381590206859299?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/6740381590206859299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=6740381590206859299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/6740381590206859299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/6740381590206859299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/2009/05/ohmaigatsenen-lagi-sekolah-lagi.html' title='ohmaigat!senen lagi. sekolah lagi'/><author><name>my blank pages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09317934490907932934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-4652693954900715745</id><published>2009-04-25T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T05:06:03.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Satu Hal</title><content type='html'>Kenapa manusia sekarang mendambakan kesempurnaan?&lt;br /&gt;Saya tidak munafik&lt;br /&gt;Saya sendiri ingin menjadi sempurna&lt;br /&gt;Siapa yang tidak?&lt;br /&gt;Tapi manusia sekarang menjadi lebih licik,&lt;br /&gt;Hanya untuk sepotong kata&lt;br /&gt;Kesempurnaan&lt;br /&gt;Apakah pantas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, semua orang tau tidak ada yang bisa sempurna&lt;br /&gt;Mendekati pun tidak akan ada&lt;br /&gt;Namun mengapa pengorbanan demi kesempurnaan itu terus dilanjutkan?&lt;br /&gt;Aneh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bagi saya, kesempurnaan itu hanya untuk sesuatu yang tidak nyata &lt;br /&gt;Yang even impossible untuk diwujudkan&lt;br /&gt;Lihat saja manusia terpopuler dijagat raya ini&lt;br /&gt;Saya yakin apa yang kita lihat itu bukan dia yang sesungguhnya&lt;br /&gt;Mereka masih menangis juga bukan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu hal yang pasti&lt;br /&gt;Dunia ini sempurna untuk hidup&lt;br /&gt;Namun isinya tidak akan pernah sempurna&lt;br /&gt;So, don't try to be perfect&lt;br /&gt;Perfection is ridiculous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*entah kenapa otak gw lagi stuck dengan perfection.ck*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095832484504295337-4652693954900715745?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/4652693954900715745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=4652693954900715745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/4652693954900715745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/4652693954900715745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/2009/04/kenapa-manusia-sekarang-mendambakan.html' title='Satu Hal'/><author><name>my blank pages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09317934490907932934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-8488996577376968960</id><published>2009-04-20T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T08:48:24.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"why we are so unbeliavable fucked up?"</title><content type='html'>i got that quote from radityadika's blog.well i love the words. ' why we are so unbeliavable fucked up'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i just wanna wishing good luck to  all of my fellas out there . well who now facing the UAN and soon , IGCSE. i know i know. i've written a lot of IGCSE words here. but what could i do. its driving me nuts here. -.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to ENXAIN,for the ESL Oral Test tomorrow, i know we could do this. all we have to do is believin your self, yegaa? (padahal gw sndiri masi keringet dingin).yang bikin ribet sih rules nya. no fillers, no repetition, no laughing.-.- after this. we'll "only" facing the last storm, the real IGCSE. after that we'll have fun huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------(could we just forget about it?)------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i found this gold oxford shoes at plaza senayan and in just one snap, i fall in love with that shoes (weirdo). i even found my self daydream about it.unfortunately my mother was in a bad mood. so she didnt let me bought it :''(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my old-bad-habit comes back. i love to graffiti-ing later this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here're some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SeyHajk5sVI/AAAAAAAAAMc/5KEkOQfvZ6c/s1600-h/scan0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; 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float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SeySpGiW2gI/AAAAAAAAANk/xdnDOlXNF-Y/s320/scan0010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326793694099462658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. its a mess huh? i love to draw nowadays. maybe because i could easily express my feelings.when i do blog walking, i see other people draw. and i feel that im suck at art. but as i said in my previous post, art will always be good right.the "born to shop" is such a disaster. look at the yellow. haha and the one next to it is also a mess. yeah i did a lot of mess here.but i love it! the "lucky..." you know this words huh? its from jmraz.ft.coco "lucky". this song has it owns&lt;br /&gt;after all.memory for me. don't have to explain it any further.i wrote it down at my agenda which now transform into my drawing book=)the scary oict , is actually the result of my face scanned. it included my neilgaiman book, and my fish-eye,and mybb=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the " when you just need someone". i draw it when im so upset with one person. and when i feel so freakingly lonely, i put a stress on the "need". i don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all. i draw all of these graffiti on my own. its original. no copying . =) im i know im not a good drawer but all of this things are more than enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one more thing,&lt;br /&gt;im so in love with one boy.&lt;br /&gt;not handsome,not clever, but there's one thing that attracted me. aaaah! you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hit some hot choco sure do me good now&lt;br /&gt;sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Al:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095832484504295337-8488996577376968960?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/8488996577376968960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=8488996577376968960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/8488996577376968960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/8488996577376968960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-we-are-so-unbeliavable-fucked-up.html' title='&quot;why we are so unbeliavable fucked up?&quot;'/><author><name>my blank pages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09317934490907932934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SeyHajk5sVI/AAAAAAAAAMc/5KEkOQfvZ6c/s72-c/scan0006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-7575977762363333063</id><published>2009-04-14T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T17:40:30.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah.i am</title><content type='html'>I'm not okay. I'm in pain :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095832484504295337-7575977762363333063?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/7575977762363333063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=7575977762363333063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/7575977762363333063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/7575977762363333063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/2009/04/yeahi-am.html' title='yeah.i am'/><author><name>my blank pages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09317934490907932934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-3825141378608488409</id><published>2009-04-08T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T03:28:39.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>could i?</title><content type='html'>i just couldn't fight this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;while you like someone so much&lt;br /&gt;too much until you couldn't fight his appearance in you head&lt;br /&gt;what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;could i call it love?&lt;br /&gt;cause what i know,love is much bigger than this&lt;br /&gt;but he keeps appeared in my head&lt;br /&gt;everyday!&lt;br /&gt;no lie.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes,it does hurt&lt;br /&gt;the fact that he's far away&lt;br /&gt;not so far away&lt;br /&gt;but it IS far (see i dont even understand what i wrote here)&lt;br /&gt;and the fact that&lt;br /&gt;he's too good for me and&lt;br /&gt;there's no way he will see me as someone that ..attractive?so-his-type girl?&lt;br /&gt;urrrrgh!&lt;br /&gt;could i call it love?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095832484504295337-3825141378608488409?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/3825141378608488409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=3825141378608488409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/3825141378608488409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/3825141378608488409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/2009/04/could-i.html' title='could i?'/><author><name>my blank pages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09317934490907932934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-2725443512345351894</id><published>2009-04-05T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T05:30:48.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>breath the air</title><content type='html'>Pfiuh. Yeah i've got a lil bit stressed out around this months. Why? IGCSE is about to facing my face fella,duh? I'm kinda freaking out here ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my sist moved out (not permanently actually) to bandung, i've been alone at jakarta. And it feels sucks meen!  I hate to be alone. Especially when I'm in this king of situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i miss bandung a lot!  I miss my friends, my home,  my sist my parents . Like, last friday (030409) i asked my self to go to bandung.and at the last lesson of the day, i can't hold the feeling to see my freakingly-missable bandung, so ma'an ratna almost shout at my name around 3 times, as i remember, bacause i can't focus my head to the topic and when i arrived at bandung (finally) i could barely breath(lebay).i feel terribly happy!! And the next day i met my friends and today i was a fishermen! Haha yeah we went fishing at ciparay.my dad has friend there who have their own fishing pool.cool huh. (I wonder if i have one and put all the deadliest water-things there). Me and my dad weren't a good fisher at all! Haha and there's this fish, a GIANT (believe me , its MASSIVE) fish. I don't know what is it called in english.Yah klo di indonesia in tuh ikan lele.is so big so you can compare it with my hand (which is big). My mom want that fish so bad .and there's this man who jumped to the pool and he did dive ! Yuks huh?. FYI, fadhil and luthfi also came to this fishing party shoud i say. Its totally fun!! But i hope my bro came along.:''( i miss him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news! He'll come ti jakarta this june! You have no idea how i miss him. Could barely wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here i am at the car.making my way to jakarta.i am sad. Actually my mom offered me to be absent tomorrow.but I'm afraid to be absent again bcause of igcse:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.hope tomorrow morning will be raining:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i love to breath the air now:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095832484504295337-2725443512345351894?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/2725443512345351894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=2725443512345351894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/2725443512345351894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/2725443512345351894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/2009/04/breath-air.html' title='breath the air'/><author><name>my blank pages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09317934490907932934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-6883245848924802001</id><published>2009-03-10T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T06:33:41.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>demonstration of boredom</title><content type='html'>Since i have nothing to do now,Here's a thing to talk about today:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of questions appears in my mind.and sometimes the most disturbing question is "why can't you be more like 'em,ira?". Believe it or not, I ask that question to my self many many times. Maybe some people see me as a person who really love her self and think that I never compare my self with other when actually I do. Well,I am human,duh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to be compared with someone,actually.but strange, I compared me my self. I,sometimes,see myself as a person who is strong,happy,wonder womanlike.but when I see those person who is better than me (no hurt feeling) I feel like an idiot who try to stand out of the crowd.you know how's that feel ,don't you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of time I try to strengthen my self by thinking "they have what you don't have.but you HAVE what they DON'T have!face it girl!". Logically its true huh? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to dressed based on my mood.so sometimes I wear short dress and it goes with my tidy short bob-styled hair which is girly and another time I wear shorts with boys shirts and it goes with a mess hair. which is a Lil bit boyish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here, one day I go to the mall with my sister. And I see one girl (or more).they look so beautiful 'til I feel I'm so ugly. They have long hair and a lil bit curly ( I beg you,God to give me that hair!) And their body ,yeah you know, the opposite of mine. I cry inside and ask the question to my self "why cant you be like 'em ira?" . i hate those time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally realized that everybody have their own unique way for their life.so do i. and everyone,no exception, have their own lack and excess.  so why should i be jealous of their appearance? just be your self.bcause maybe ,by your unique way to live your self, you could be popular, or even better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.got my point?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095832484504295337-6883245848924802001?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/6883245848924802001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=6883245848924802001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/6883245848924802001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/6883245848924802001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/2009/03/demonstration-of-boredom.html' title='demonstration of boredom'/><author><name>my blank pages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09317934490907932934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-4330109460131948438</id><published>2009-03-02T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T05:18:56.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i do</title><content type='html'>i just love you! i just adore you! i just like you!  A LOT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095832484504295337-4330109460131948438?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/4330109460131948438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=4330109460131948438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/4330109460131948438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/4330109460131948438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-do.html' title='i do'/><author><name>my blank pages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09317934490907932934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-871541970832605635</id><published>2009-03-02T02:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T03:43:51.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gw lagi UTS dong. yeah i HATE exams.especially when i have to do the core part.luckily,today i had my first day of mid term test which was started with indonesian exam.i dont know why but i felt like i have to say thanks a lot to miss maria (my JHS teacher who was teaching me indonesian).a lot of things that she teach me at the past made me easier here at the present. i dont mean to be arrogant or something, but i didnt really need a lot of time to do the exam today.and surprisingly,i could do my physics! well not all,but not bad at all.hope i could get a good score there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. gotta learn some papers here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw.im taken now.hahahaha gotcha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out&lt;br /&gt;ira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095832484504295337-871541970832605635?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/871541970832605635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=871541970832605635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/871541970832605635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/871541970832605635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/2009/03/gw-lagi-uts-dong.html' title=''/><author><name>my blank pages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09317934490907932934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-8245311372526061774</id><published>2009-02-21T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T07:13:07.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tadaaa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whoooaa.gw bahkan hampir lupa klo gw punya blog.hahaha so sorry.i've got so stressful this few weeks.IGCSE is coming to town.whoop whoop&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i still cant believe it.ohmygod!im so not ready for this.esp for that lesson called PHYSICS thanks for isaac newton,and his friends bla bla bla.at the first time.me abi gisya erin giu were going to take physics at oct-nov period but when mr sapto (the coolest teacher on the planet *PLEASE*) explained about it.we changed our mind. so this semester,for me,will be the most pathetic semester for me (IGCSE duh?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides that.i kinda enjoy my time at school now.ignore the lessons things.i mean we laugh more,we play more,we fight more *?* and we love each other more.haha and about the lessons!gee!i mess it up.esp in chemistry.urrg dont wanna talk about school anymore.reminds me of IGCSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i was searching for my old photos 2 weeks ago. and i realized how i miss my past times. when i didnt even think about how people think about me,hows my dress look like,how fat was i,and didnt scream 'shit!' when i forgot to wear a lipgloss.HAHAHA :') dont you ever think how complicated our life now? we worry when we run out of clothes to wear bcause we dont want to wear the same clothes.we worry whe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;n we have our bad hair day bcause we afraid no one will be interested at us.and we worry if we dont have a date in saturday night because our friends will think that we are a nerd.funny huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SaAY1I7TaOI/AAAAAAAAALU/aYsTZ1_noyA/s1600-h/scan0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SaAY1I7TaOI/AAAAAAAAALU/aYsTZ1_noyA/s320/scan0005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305267662250797282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i love to take a warm-water shower nowadays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear dear dear,&lt;br /&gt;ira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095832484504295337-8245311372526061774?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/8245311372526061774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-2627589731264736299</id><published>2009-01-17T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T00:10:17.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i got homework!</title><content type='html'>Well. okay. thanks for the homework,thia (you could hit her blog on the link beside).&lt;br /&gt;thia gave me a homework.&lt;br /&gt;what i have to do is answer the question that she gave me with pictures from google. grace!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The age of my next birthday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SXLKzuqqwjI/AAAAAAAAAI0/U6U972b-V24/s1600-h/tag+tag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SXLKzuqqwjI/AAAAAAAAAI0/U6U972b-V24/s320/tag+tag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292515502162887218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i badly cant wait for my next bday!which means 1 year left to my sweet 17.=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A place I'd like to travel:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SXLM-uHb4iI/AAAAAAAAAI8/vS9RTIy-eRE/s1600-h/taj-mahal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SXLM-uHb4iI/AAAAAAAAAI8/vS9RTIy-eRE/s320/taj-mahal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292517890016928290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;India! adores it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Fav Place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SXLPf2sSfLI/AAAAAAAAAJE/HQQ4jQwJaJo/s1600-h/blah.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SXLPf2sSfLI/AAAAAAAAAJE/HQQ4jQwJaJo/s320/blah.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292520658277924018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a warm room. i could spend  a day there. and it'll be better with a nice kitchen plus the food and novels and tv!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fave food:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SXLRHVhFYbI/AAAAAAAAAJM/lEHS369K_Rg/s1600-h/2006032502710601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 304px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SXLRHVhFYbI/AAAAAAAAAJM/lEHS369K_Rg/s320/2006032502710601.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292522436078952882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;home made food! nyum nyum! (does this photo look like one? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fave thing (for now):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SXLhiMIpsPI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5fUU1OLZcTs/s1600-h/_MG_3578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SXLhiMIpsPI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5fUU1OLZcTs/s320/_MG_3578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292540489603068146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me! and it'll last forever. *zz apa sih gw*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fave Color:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SXLVL1xfjQI/AAAAAAAAAJc/FZZwVm4u0vo/s1600-h/colourful_cake2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SXLVL1xfjQI/AAAAAAAAAJc/FZZwVm4u0vo/s320/colourful_cake2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292526911503699202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love all colours! is that answering the Q?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place of Birth:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SXLWDt7s37I/AAAAAAAAAJk/OCmk0HgiaRw/s1600-h/pangkalpinang-map-juni07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SXLWDt7s37I/AAAAAAAAAJk/OCmk0HgiaRw/s320/pangkalpinang-map-juni07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292527871471706034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pangkal pinang! cuma numpang lahir doang. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;City I ever lived in:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SXLX30bdvJI/AAAAAAAAAJs/RsIgqo0CU3k/s1600-h/jakarta_by_night_-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SXLX30bdvJI/AAAAAAAAAJs/RsIgqo0CU3k/s320/jakarta_by_night_-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292529866080369810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jakarta? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nickname I had:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SXLZwLi-bfI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/30KpP6HwnwE/s1600-h/dugong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SXLZwLi-bfI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/30KpP6HwnwE/s320/dugong.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292531933870190066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dugong. do i look like one? and should i be proud or what? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College major:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SXLbwXTWbLI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/C5XyVGuy7fI/s1600-h/IMG_0250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SXLbwXTWbLI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/C5XyVGuy7fI/s320/IMG_0250.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292534136049134770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;street art @ melbourne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name of my love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SXLddp4GY2I/AAAAAAAAAKE/1T58ZmExuLs/s1600-h/daren-kagasoff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SXLddp4GY2I/AAAAAAAAAKE/1T58ZmExuLs/s320/daren-kagasoff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292536013640852322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Darren kagasoff! uurrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad habit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SXLewac9BXI/AAAAAAAAAKU/a4BLDg22od0/s1600-h/421px-Koala_sleeping-edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SXLewac9BXI/AAAAAAAAAKU/a4BLDg22od0/s320/421px-Koala_sleeping-edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292537435429602674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i sleep a lot and recognize my self as a koala which transform to human. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hobby:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SXLfxjiE-7I/AAAAAAAAAKc/28xPRtbDMMc/s1600-h/laughing-negro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SXLfxjiE-7I/AAAAAAAAAKc/28xPRtbDMMc/s320/laughing-negro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292538554558512050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i laugh like i breath. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishlist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SXLUO9XdTUI/AAAAAAAAAJU/UxhHIs97vMk/s1600-h/srouselv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 233px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SXLUO9XdTUI/AAAAAAAAAJU/UxhHIs97vMk/s320/srouselv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292525865569963330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LV's tribute to stephen sprouse .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SXLieixVm6I/AAAAAAAAAKs/2RGhXI_F53Q/s1600-h/mini_cooper_jcw_1_x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SXLieixVm6I/AAAAAAAAAKs/2RGhXI_F53Q/s320/mini_cooper_jcw_1_x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292541526471449506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mini cooper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SXLjYTB6xsI/AAAAAAAAAK0/B2sJB4FXNxs/s1600-h/anna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SXLjYTB6xsI/AAAAAAAAAK0/B2sJB4FXNxs/s320/anna.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292542518678439618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oxford shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah finally i finished my homework!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'll giv e this homework to : sasa, tami, mutia and kak jazman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095832484504295337-2627589731264736299?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/2627589731264736299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=2627589731264736299' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/2627589731264736299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/2627589731264736299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-got-homework.html' title='i got homework!'/><author><name>my blank pages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09317934490907932934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SXLKzuqqwjI/AAAAAAAAAI0/U6U972b-V24/s72-c/tag+tag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-1901570006625595066</id><published>2009-01-14T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T07:26:36.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whooaa. udah lama ga ngisi blog. well. blame the holidays and the new rule which really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;sacrificed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;us,as student and teenagers.ALL STUDENTS HAVE TO BE AT SCHOOL BEFORE 6.30. the bell rings at 6.30 sharp. The aim for it is to prevent the traffic jam which in the government belief its the school-kids fault. how dare! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. like we all feel. now we're on our rainy seasons. cold huh? i love the cold but i hate the flood. jee. cant those people who call them self as government fix these things. it really kills time. i really need to go to school earlier so i couldnt get into the traffic jam. what are they doing for the flood? built pile planking over and over. so i could guess in the next 10 years (or less) the pile planking (or,dam) would be about as tall as Monas (or could be worse,eiffel tower). do something more long lasting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough for those things, i guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i just hit my facebook like about 5 minutes ago and found some questions on the "notes". let me try to answer the Qs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Firstly, describe the current you in 5 words:&lt;br /&gt;damn talkative&lt;br /&gt;good sense of humor (i guess)&lt;br /&gt;friendly&lt;br /&gt;a crybaby&lt;br /&gt;moody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things you love about life&lt;br /&gt;the way life making me laugh,cry,scream,so on&lt;br /&gt;my family&lt;br /&gt;my friends&lt;br /&gt;my self&lt;br /&gt;and my world--well, i love all the things about life  no exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 famous people you'd love to meet&lt;br /&gt;barrack obama&lt;br /&gt;chanel iman--i love the way she dressed&lt;br /&gt;hayden christensen&lt;br /&gt;neil gaiman&lt;br /&gt;and mary-kate and ashley olsen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 movies you love&lt;br /&gt;sound of music (ofcourse)&lt;br /&gt;wall-e&lt;br /&gt;twilight&lt;br /&gt;God must be crazy&lt;br /&gt;devils wear prada&lt;br /&gt;(its so hard for me to choose because for me, movies=art=no good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 professions you'd love to have&lt;br /&gt;World-class-standart fashion designer&lt;br /&gt;president of indonesia (haha!)&lt;br /&gt;Teacher&lt;br /&gt;Model at pariis&lt;br /&gt;housewife (would be fun!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 best authors&lt;br /&gt;Neil gaiman!&lt;br /&gt;stephenie meyer&lt;br /&gt;dan brown!&lt;br /&gt;angie sage&lt;br /&gt;j.k. rowling (stunning imagination)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 inspirations&lt;br /&gt;my dad and my mom&lt;br /&gt;my siblings&lt;br /&gt;my friends&lt;br /&gt;my self&lt;br /&gt;my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 favorite stuff&lt;br /&gt;phones and iPods&lt;br /&gt;shoes and heels&lt;br /&gt;BAGS!&lt;br /&gt;my pillow&lt;br /&gt;my white car! muah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things you hate&lt;br /&gt;SNAKES!&lt;br /&gt;LIZARDS!&lt;br /&gt;LIAR!&lt;br /&gt;EXAMS!&lt;br /&gt;BAD HAIR DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 favorite places&lt;br /&gt;Indonesia (no,im serious!)&lt;br /&gt;Swiss&lt;br /&gt;Paris&lt;br /&gt;Los angeles&lt;br /&gt;melbourne&lt;br /&gt;shang hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 girls/guys you are currently liking&lt;br /&gt;hayden christensen&lt;br /&gt;robert pattinson (who doesnt?)&lt;br /&gt;nick jonas (why are you so cute?)&lt;br /&gt;daren kagasoff&lt;br /&gt;jackson rathbone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 favorite people to chat with&lt;br /&gt;erinong&lt;br /&gt;gisya&lt;br /&gt;abi!&lt;br /&gt;bang ukan!&lt;br /&gt;and...so on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things you wanna improve more about yourself&lt;br /&gt;wiser than i've ever been.&lt;br /&gt;less consumptive&lt;br /&gt;be a lil bit 'girly' -.-&lt;br /&gt;be more mature ofcourse&lt;br /&gt;and.......blah! have no idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things you would take to a deserted island&lt;br /&gt;a big box of water&lt;br /&gt;summer clothes and sunglasses and hats and swim suit&lt;br /&gt;my beloved friends and families&lt;br /&gt;sunblock and a lot of creamy stuff&lt;br /&gt;aaaand my dogs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 places you wanna visit&lt;br /&gt;outer space&lt;br /&gt;south africa&lt;br /&gt;las vegas&lt;br /&gt;paris (men, i never get bored by this city and the shopping thing)&lt;br /&gt;papua (no kidding)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things you really want&lt;br /&gt;my own library at my house. the comfortable one of course&lt;br /&gt;Gucci's tattoo heart bag edition!&lt;br /&gt;happiness&lt;br /&gt;blah&lt;br /&gt;blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 songs make you cry most&lt;br /&gt;always be my baby-david cook (yeah im a cry baby)&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;broken strings-james morrisson ft. nelly furtado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 people you love most&lt;br /&gt;mom&lt;br /&gt;dad&lt;br /&gt;my sist&lt;br /&gt;my bro&lt;br /&gt;my self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 dreams in the future&lt;br /&gt;something better than today&lt;br /&gt;something that'll change my life&lt;br /&gt;something that's stunning and amazing&lt;br /&gt;and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. thats all. i know it really didnt mean a thing,. just to kill the time. ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;im kinda lost an idea for what should i write about.&lt;br /&gt;my days in this new year isnt really that bad. but still not as good as i hope. still have a lot of ,yeah, homework. and got a lil bit problems with my health. but its not a real big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welll. need to wake up early  tomorrow. so..&lt;br /&gt;night vrybody. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&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/7095832484504295337-1901570006625595066?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/1901570006625595066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=1901570006625595066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/1901570006625595066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/1901570006625595066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/2009/01/whooaa.html' title=''/><author><name>my blank pages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09317934490907932934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-6848987636046785894</id><published>2008-12-25T04:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T04:15:43.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLOW SUNSHINE! HELLOW MELBOURNE!</title><content type='html'>heyh. uda lama ga ne post. well i wrote this post @ malaysian int'l airport . we're hitting a big BOWL of noodle. and it tasted not bad. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tomorrow i'll arrived at melbourne (26/12/08). and having a plan to meet federick (ehem). well, as a friend okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we went to melbourne with malaysian airlines and yeah, the funny things is we have to go to malaysia first than we  go to melbourne. artinya gw bakal lewat atas jakarta pas ke melbourne.  zz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;buang buang energi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what i and my siblings plus my dad and mom do now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-dad eats his Big noodle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-kak icha reads TEENvogue magazine &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Mom talks about the airplane out there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-bang ukan grabs some Burger king. he's a garbage can for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-while me, posts this post. zz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'll miss all of my friends and someone (ehem) outhere while im on my vacation.tetep gw bakal buka facebook.hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wish you guys have a GREAT HOLIDAY! and muaah!~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with LOTTA love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ira &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S: gw bakal nge post pas pulang dengan foto fotonya.haha. i bring my SLR ofcourse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095832484504295337-6848987636046785894?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/6848987636046785894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=6848987636046785894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/6848987636046785894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/6848987636046785894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/2008/12/hellow-sunshine-hellow-melbourne.html' title='HELLOW SUNSHINE! HELLOW MELBOURNE!'/><author><name>my blank pages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09317934490907932934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-747136960190514958</id><published>2008-12-12T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T07:04:14.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>saturday fever! (ME TIME.xp)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;weekend.yeah here we go again.these whole week was such a great week for me. know why? cause nothing a lot to do at school. yeah.maybe just some remedials and then, when u've finished the remedials, u're free to go home&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Like yesterday,which i mean friday and thursday, i went home at 11. can u do that at DH? haha.yeah.no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom ,dan and my bro had just come back from spore. and, yeah, they brought me some things.2 garfield's comics and one bookmark. just in time i need a bookmark for my breaking dawn novel. oh yeah. kak icha starts to read nem moon now. and she reads the english v,one. yeah. what a good news.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im out of words now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets talk about me!!yay. (i dont know why i really love my self.*oke emank narsis*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was born at pangkalpinang , 14th of october 1993 (which has known by the international day of EATING. zz -.-) . im 100% having bataknese blood in my blood vessel. but A LOT of people recognize me as chinese or sundanese or even javanese. yeah. its because i dont have that 'bataknese' line at my face. im a moslem (yeah at this part, a lot of people recognize me as  christian or a catholic). im the last in series at my family. my daddy spoils me a lot (im being honest,okay). sometimes i bring joy to my family but sometimes im a disaster.&lt;br /&gt;im soooo indiscreet. thats why my family rarely believin some electronic things to me (even it will come to me too,at the final)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heart all of things that are colourful and unique. i have my phobia on&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; SNAKES&lt;/span&gt; (i ever thrown my biology book away because it has snakes picts on it), lizard, something slimy and their friends. i adores &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;edward cullen&lt;/span&gt; (like another girls do) not robert pattinson,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jasper cullen&lt;/span&gt; ,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; hayden kristensen&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;johny depp&lt;/span&gt; . for me they're so DAMN HOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a great family of my own. so supportive dad and mom, really entertaining siblings. i live separately with my mom and dad. they live at bandung . they usually have their weekand at jakarta.but if they're so busy.its my time to go there. my brother live at melbourne . and my sister live here,at jakarta, with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i study at 78 int'l shs now. have my name writen as ALMIRA TEMANTA GINTING SUKA at the absent paper as the number 3 student after adamas and ilham. i have a lot of great friends there. they're so making me laughing every day. i joined volleyball club and also have a lot of great seniors and friends there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was study at Dian Harapan Junior high. near my house. had a lot of amazing friends also there. had great scores ( yeah i do have bad scores now :'( ) . i really miss my JHS friends. but i know now they're having more amazing friends ,like i do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love coffee (really addictive), novels, comics, cartoons (im still a kid,okay), fashion, make up, photography, math, chocolate, rock, pop, metals, blog, facebook, friendster,dvds, ipod,mac,and lot more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sleep a lot. so now. its time for me to have my night nap. xp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night everybody.&lt;br /&gt;great w'end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095832484504295337-747136960190514958?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/747136960190514958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=747136960190514958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/747136960190514958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/747136960190514958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/2008/12/saturday-fever-me-timexp.html' title='saturday fever! (ME TIME.xp)'/><author><name>my blank pages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09317934490907932934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-2082986857675027776</id><published>2008-12-05T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T08:05:01.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>soooooo in LOVE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'VE WATCHED TWILIGHT!!!! wasnt that a good news? no?! too bad.! because it's the best movie i've ever watched! meeeen,. Esp. EDWARD CULLEN.! he's so BADLY HOT! i thought the movie wont be as good as the novel. but i got it all WRONG. the movie was so stunning,and WOOOOW! i couldnt stopped my self to scream ' anjrit,abiiii.edwardnya ganteng bangeeet.duuuuuh.parah parah ganteng gilaaaa'. *yeah.nora*. surprisingly abi did the same thing. i thought all she gonna say was 'yeah i know' but she screamed 'iraaaa.ganteng bangeeeet.paraaaah'.yeah. me = abi = in love with EDWARD CULLEN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so lucky kristen stewart . she kissed the MOST WANTED MAN ON EARTH NOW, she hugged him, she almost had all of her time of the movie take with him. meeenn. if i were her, i'll reaaaaallly begging stephenie meyer to make the new moon's film ASAP! yeah. you know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i like most from this movie is the director of the movie really made this movie like what i was thinking when i read the book. Alice, jacob black, the prom, the school canteen, bella's truck, the beach,and friends. the movie made me fallin love with EDWARD CULLEN. his gorgeous and pale face, his sharp eyes (these both made edward looked so VAMPIRE) his WOW-lookin and fashion-taste and the way he said every single words to bella was really melting my heart. dude, if EDWARD and THE CULLENS really exist. they will be the most famous family in the whole world (and the other planets).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so out of words now. the movie's REALLY GOOD. no lies. really.&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for new moon.&lt;br /&gt;and cant wait to continue reading breaking dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, wont write another posts for about 4 days. im going to go to bandung tomorrow. mom had her operation yesterday, and i DO put my worries on her. hope her okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and 2 more things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dad canceled our plan to melbourne because mom's sick and had her operation (like i said) . kinda disappointed with this.but.what else i could do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bang ukan will come this sunday from melbourne. at least i could see him again. haha. so miss him actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gotta go guys. happy WEEKEND (rule on weekend=no BAD MOOD!) and.......nittie nite!&lt;br /&gt;cup cup muah~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095832484504295337-2082986857675027776?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/2082986857675027776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=2082986857675027776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/2082986857675027776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/2082986857675027776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/2008/12/soooooo-in-love.html' title='soooooo in LOVE.'/><author><name>my blank pages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09317934490907932934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-8301047700685897753</id><published>2008-12-04T02:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T04:11:49.434-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talk about days'/><title type='text'>one more day. YEAH ONE MORE DAAAAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;successfully, I've passed through the 4th day of my Mid-test . it was BIOLOGY and art. as you know. i hate BIOLOGY so-yes-that-bad! i don't know why.maybe because my biology lessons now are SO much different with my biology lessons when i was at my junior high.mr hario teach us with his language which i call 'xpert-english'. yeah. it IS hard enough for me. in the other hand, today's biology test Qs was made by mam rahmi . for the first time i heard that mam rahmi will make the Qs, don't know why i thought ' okay. its gonna be as easy as mam prima's Qs'. because mam rahmi use that REAL-ENGLISH not an XPERT-ENGLISH like mr hario do.but what i got this morning was 2 pieces of papers with a lot of Qs in (yeah you've guess it,right?) an XPERT-ENGLISH! damn!  got my eyes burst . *lebay* finally, what i could do,was just leave it . let God work. halaaaah.hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way. im surprisingly happy now.  guess what? after i've tried and i've tried to find my girlfriends who like BFMV (bullet for my valentine), i found YURI! at last. actually i know that she's a BFMV addict. but as i remember she ever told me that she couldnt go to that concert because of her exam. but about 5 minutes ago she greeted me at MSN and asked me out for the concert. she told me that the BFMV concert will be held at senayan (as usual) 4 th of feb 2009. and amazingly the ticket isnt so pricey. so. YEAH IM SO INTO THAT CONCERT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was exploring my picts in this comp. and i found my homestay photos. and i realized how i miss them so DAMN bad. those memories. it reminded me when we shopped at times square NY, slept at the bus when we waited to be arrived at PORTERVILLE, and got shouted by KAK WANTI because we disobeyed the schedule.&lt;br /&gt;hiks. yuri vania evelyn windy arline anita cella sylvani audi federick ade maztra ivan kevin rifky rizky bagus reiner tepa kak wanti selly, my host fam, glenah glade and CORAL! MISS YOU GUYS SOOOOOO BAD! :') its hard for us to have a gathering now.because some of them are overseas now. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. gotta go yaaaa. i will have civics and religion for tomorrow. yeah i know. sooo bad. hik.&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck then.&lt;br /&gt;cup cup muah.&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/7095832484504295337-8301047700685897753?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/8301047700685897753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=8301047700685897753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/8301047700685897753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/8301047700685897753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-more-day-yeah-one-more-daaaay.html' title='one more day. YEAH ONE MORE DAAAAY!'/><author><name>my blank pages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09317934490907932934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-8784754922681910759</id><published>2008-12-02T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T05:36:48.522-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talk about days'/><title type='text'>EXAM! meeeen. so uurrrgghh.</title><content type='html'>sometimes. i really happy when my mid-test exams are about to come.attention! it's SOMETIMES, okay?not every time, because when mid-test come, HOLIDAY will follow it ,right?&lt;br /&gt;But when ,which i mean NOW, i face these EXAM things, i'm sooo wanting to OVER THESE THINGS out. why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;because on the first day of the mid-test , those computer's Qs were sooo ridiculous for me . half in Bahasa and half in english. and actually he (which i mean my computer teacher) never tought us a thing (he did.really).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;because on the 2nd day of the mid test. which i had my math (yeah, 4 hours for math. sounds OUCH huh?) test, it seemed like the last day of my life had come. actually just for the 1st part. and thanks to mam prima she gave us such a easy Qs. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;because on the 3rd day of the mid test (TOMORROW!) . i'll have the *backsound please.jeng jeNG JENG!* &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;CHEMISTRY &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;CHEMISTRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;CHEMISTRY &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CHEMISTRY &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CHEMISTRY&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;exam! GOOSH!! PLEASE lemme receive one of ur miracle to get a good score in chemist w/o studyin *keep dreamin,ra*. because the more im tryin to 'SO-INTO-IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;', the less i understand (kaya lagu indie arie dah). hupf. HELP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH! my apologize if one of you , readers, (or maybe all of you), dont understand what did i write up there. its my moment-of-nuts. xp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta go. CHEMISTRY! COMIIINNN'!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095832484504295337-8784754922681910759?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/8784754922681910759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=8784754922681910759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/8784754922681910759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/8784754922681910759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/2008/12/exam-meeeen-so-uurrrgghh.html' title='EXAM! meeeen. so uurrrgghh.'/><author><name>my blank pages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09317934490907932934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-3994781974016477367</id><published>2008-11-16T02:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T06:19:26.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday oh how to say.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;happy sunday everyone!!! congratulate ur self if u got both saturday and sunday off. because, lucky me, i just got sunday (which is the day i wrote this)  for my weekend. huff. i pick today as my rest-day. i've been work so hard this whole week. one of my so-tiring-activities was  circulated invitation to schools .one of them was Tarsisius 1 at harmoni. me ,abi, alot and silvia walked (by our feet ofcourse)  from GAJAH MADA to HARMONI. it was a rainy day. and thanks God, traffic jam appeared EVERYWHERE! -.- and yesterday i just got news that they dont participate at our competition. goosh. did they know how hard we try to get to their school? :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i read book called 'the girls book-how to be best at everything' today. it's from bang ukan. he sent it to me this January. and i read one of the tips they wrote in this book. and its so true funny (for me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HOW TO EXPLAIN WHY YOU ARE&lt;br /&gt;LATE FOR SCHOOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's always a good idea to have a few excuses up your sleeve should you ever be late for school (through no fault of your own of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" i came all the way to school before i realized i still had my pyjamas on, and had to go home and change."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" when i got here my teacher wasnt in the classroom.so i went out looking for her"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" i was abducted by aliens for experimental purposes. i have been gone for fifty years, but fortunately in Earth time it was only an hour"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i invented a time machine that took me forward to my exam result. i saw that i get straight As, so i thought i might as well tke things easy from now on"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" i was helping Litte Bo Peep find her sheep"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i squeezed the toothpaste too hard, and spent all morning getting back in the tube."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My parents lost the keys to my cage"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"im afraid i cant tell you why im late. the Government has sworn me to secrecy"&lt;br /&gt;(good one,huh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"im not late..everyone else is early"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i had a dream and i was top of the class. so i didnt bother getting out of bed"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;funny huh? i want to use one of them if i late one day. haha.will they work?&lt;br /&gt;by the way. i just edited and copied photos from my N81 and SLR. niatnya sih mau gw upload ke sini.cuma kayanya komp gw mulai ngantuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way guys.i just got news that tomorrow my volley team will have the competition. huaa. so nervous here.  sumpah tangan gw dingin.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dah ah. mau tidur. bsk dispe dr jam k2 loh.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/7095832484504295337-3994781974016477367?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/3994781974016477367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=3994781974016477367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/3994781974016477367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/3994781974016477367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/2008/11/sunday-oh-how-to-say.html' title='sunday oh how to say.'/><author><name>my blank pages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09317934490907932934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-1682521047641717761</id><published>2008-11-14T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T06:59:33.670-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talk about days'/><title type='text'>ultramen!!!!</title><content type='html'>im back.im back. im baaaack. ffiuh. been so long i havent even wrote a single letter in my blog. a lot of things happened . but by the way, im so exhausted nowadays. especially for the school part. i almost made my school as my home.haha. arrived at home at 8 and the next day i went back to school again at 5.45. sounds terrible huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way,here are the things that happened in this 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i got my chemistry test last Tuesday. and when i read the questions, i felt like the world stopped rotating. meeeen, i'd cry if i could. the thing is,i dont even understand the materials. my teacher ,mr.Taufan, teach us like we're REAAALY in a rush. Plus those students beside me,they kept asking asking and asking until i lost (not the real lost okay).i beg mr.taufan to gave us the test the next day, and guess what, he said 1 sentence which is, for me, its reaaaalllyyy WISE. he said 'in  life, sometimes there'll be things that u cant escape from' (yah kurang lebih klo di inggrisin gitu lha.). and i was totally speechless and let God work.:'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. my volley club at school is preparing for INVOLT ! (invitasi bola voli tujuh delapan)and im so excited! me, as the publicity part member, doin something that a lil bit making me busy. circulated the invitation to some schools. fun huh? meet new people that i dont even know. haha. but my family,  (not my family actually, just my so-yes-bossy sister and my so-yes-overprotected dad) like angry to me. why? sorry i just deleted it from my brain. :) we tried to find donator who want to help us just by a bit of money and sponsor who want to help us by money and usefull things. men, swear, its FUN! haha (nora deh gwee). tomorrow will be the technical meeting. and monday will be the opening ceremony. and on that whole week i'll have a&lt;br /&gt;dispensation from the last lesson . so YAY!xp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Rihanna delayed her concert in JAKARTA! i was so disappointed by this news. know what, its because that bombers execution ! a lot of bomb threat appears. yeah. travel warning. huff. but, i heard from the radio, she delayed her concert until january 2009. hope its true. i really want to see her concert,. MUST SEE CONCERT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. i fell from the motorcycle when i ride along with ALOT  from the ATM near my school. yeah. its because another motorcycle in front of us put on brake suddenly. plus we're on a high speed. so. now i've got a contusion on my knee. OUCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. the last! i'll have biology quiz and test next week. and IT SUCH A NIGHTMARE FOR ME!!! ARRR. hopefully, i wont turn crazy. xp. wish me luck guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its late at night and i have to designed something here. i dont even get any idea. HEELP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cup cup muah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095832484504295337-1682521047641717761?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/1682521047641717761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=1682521047641717761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/1682521047641717761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/1682521047641717761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/2008/11/ultramen.html' title='ultramen!!!!'/><author><name>my blank pages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09317934490907932934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-5483319373652786400</id><published>2008-10-24T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T05:22:01.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>zzz</title><content type='html'>huaaaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;lanjuuutt upload foto yaaaah.hehe&lt;br /&gt;here they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;school rocks!&lt;/span&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/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SQGpr4UktlI/AAAAAAAAADc/PJPYjAkLaUw/s1600-h/IMG_2053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SQGpr4UktlI/AAAAAAAAADc/PJPYjAkLaUw/s320/IMG_2053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260672411063596626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our mess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SQGqAj1SMnI/AAAAAAAAADk/F68YQtSolpk/s1600-h/IMG_2048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SQGqAj1SMnI/AAAAAAAAADk/F68YQtSolpk/s320/IMG_2048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260672766340903538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;fun!yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SQGqSp0-AwI/AAAAAAAAADs/my61I-EhfC4/s1600-h/IMG_2045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SQGqSp0-AwI/AAAAAAAAADs/my61I-EhfC4/s320/IMG_2045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260673077187838722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;these are the three musketers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SQGqykn0IyI/AAAAAAAAAD0/VZLh_Izi3RI/s1600-h/IMG_2011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SQGqykn0IyI/AAAAAAAAAD0/VZLh_Izi3RI/s320/IMG_2011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260673625546302242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;soulmate&lt;/span&gt; means 'i dont wanna let u sad'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SQGrP4iG3CI/AAAAAAAAAD8/96JzXO0LThQ/s1600-h/IMG_1999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 114px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SQGrP4iG3CI/AAAAAAAAAD8/96JzXO0LThQ/s320/IMG_1999.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260674129107278882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;im invisible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SQGrxToiMKI/AAAAAAAAAEE/vQVDKth97D4/s1600-h/IMG_1996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SQGrxToiMKI/AAAAAAAAAEE/vQVDKth97D4/s320/IMG_1996.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260674703317676194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a year together to remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SQGsExbzwSI/AAAAAAAAAEM/GpZkm0U4irQ/s1600-h/IMG_1941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SQGsExbzwSI/AAAAAAAAAEM/GpZkm0U4irQ/s320/IMG_1941.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260675037734879522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sunshine oh so bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SQGshcOPuRI/AAAAAAAAAEU/RxNTNMg4VUo/s1600-h/IMG_1937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SQGshcOPuRI/AAAAAAAAAEU/RxNTNMg4VUo/s320/IMG_1937.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260675530257053970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'what does she think about?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SQGtI8gABvI/AAAAAAAAAEc/EOdgd4NIi3s/s1600-h/IMG_1933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SQGtI8gABvI/AAAAAAAAAEc/EOdgd4NIi3s/s320/IMG_1933.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260676208936355570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;kodok and the mess.*piss dee:)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SQGtwwDMiHI/AAAAAAAAAEk/anCiBIY5yeE/s1600-h/IMG_1924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SQGtwwDMiHI/AAAAAAAAAEk/anCiBIY5yeE/s320/IMG_1924.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260676892789082226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beauty brings her round-o-pizza and the drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one of the day when they needed me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SQGuQqZxZqI/AAAAAAAAAEs/LRLNeVAqqsM/s1600-h/IMG_1866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SQGuQqZxZqI/AAAAAAAAAEs/LRLNeVAqqsM/s320/IMG_1866.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260677441028974242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;no.u both don't look the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SQGuyF94RTI/AAAAAAAAAE0/XSVwWBNLYvc/s1600-h/IMG_1839.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/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SQGuyF94RTI/AAAAAAAAAE0/XSVwWBNLYvc/s320/IMG_1839.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260678015363859762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lets eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SQGvaO6lakI/AAAAAAAAAE8/XKnlDlHQmXg/s1600-h/IMG_1819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SQGvaO6lakI/AAAAAAAAAE8/XKnlDlHQmXg/s320/IMG_1819.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260678704960727618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i give u my peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SQGwsVjndkI/AAAAAAAAAFE/M1deev7Ja7w/s1600-h/IMG_1734.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/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SQGwsVjndkI/AAAAAAAAAFE/M1deev7Ja7w/s320/IMG_1734.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260680115492714050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;omygosh.i've been followed by the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SQGyB1jOeXI/AAAAAAAAAFM/b_y3Hs5jQBw/s1600-h/IMG_1706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SQGyB1jOeXI/AAAAAAAAAFM/b_y3Hs5jQBw/s320/IMG_1706.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260681584369891698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;heart them:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SQGy1WDpd9I/AAAAAAAAAFU/UcL47A3y9yE/s1600-h/IMG_1702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SQGy1WDpd9I/AAAAAAAAAFU/UcL47A3y9yE/s320/IMG_1702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260682469269141458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;one sweet day .:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;people who always search 4 me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SQGzghTZwkI/AAAAAAAAAFc/r3tBgUhMjuo/s1600-h/IMG_1647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SQGzghTZwkI/AAAAAAAAAFc/r3tBgUhMjuo/s320/IMG_1647.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260683211022385730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wow! thats us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SQG0MIGblOI/AAAAAAAAAFk/y8iPrNAntLE/s1600-h/IMG_1622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SQG0MIGblOI/AAAAAAAAAFk/y8iPrNAntLE/s320/IMG_1622.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260683960171336930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;even mario bros loves javachip.hurray!haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SQG1eOOMvXI/AAAAAAAAAFs/SdMyAf9Obdg/s1600-h/IMG_1488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SQG1eOOMvXI/AAAAAAAAAFs/SdMyAf9Obdg/s320/IMG_1488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260685370563804530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;there goes the light again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SQG3_FEbQDI/AAAAAAAAAF8/scJgBLhda_Q/s1600-h/IMG_1383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SQG3_FEbQDI/AAAAAAAAAF8/scJgBLhda_Q/s320/IMG_1383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260688134065831986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lipstick.yeah.no.lipbalm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SQG5vAHzjtI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jfqEVIFLCoI/s1600-h/IMG_1320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SQG5vAHzjtI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jfqEVIFLCoI/s320/IMG_1320.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260690056883179218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;looking.with eyes.and gesture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095832484504295337-5483319373652786400?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/5483319373652786400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=5483319373652786400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/5483319373652786400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/5483319373652786400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/2008/10/zzz.html' title='zzz'/><author><name>my blank pages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09317934490907932934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SQGpr4UktlI/AAAAAAAAADc/PJPYjAkLaUw/s72-c/IMG_2053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-2878033613566064285</id><published>2008-10-23T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T07:27:03.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah!</title><content type='html'>wiii.has been so long i havent post a single post yet.haha. meeen. nowadays class at school are sooooooo boring. i dont even have a desire to study.:)&lt;br /&gt;i have a loooottt of stories to tell. but it's late at night.mau posting foto aja ah..here are the photos i've captured on my 2-weeks-sooo-boring-at-bandung holiday.&lt;br /&gt;check these out.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SQCGer6Z52I/AAAAAAAAAC8/_RLbVq_R_vU/s1600-h/IMG_1253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SQCGer6Z52I/AAAAAAAAAC8/_RLbVq_R_vU/s320/IMG_1253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260352226510628706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;makan ga yaaa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SQCG9tD3ezI/AAAAAAAAADE/UCAAlOxtprM/s1600-h/IMG_1288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SQCG9tD3ezI/AAAAAAAAADE/UCAAlOxtprM/s320/IMG_1288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260352759394695986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yeah.im soooo addicted with that bad-bad thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SQCHTKl8m3I/AAAAAAAAADM/wV1TQQNQsj4/s1600-h/IMG_1303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SQCHTKl8m3I/AAAAAAAAADM/wV1TQQNQsj4/s320/IMG_1303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260353128099519346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SQCHmyD3qpI/AAAAAAAAADU/f8AB2kPnTpA/s1600-h/IMG_1304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SQCHmyD3qpI/AAAAAAAAADU/f8AB2kPnTpA/s320/IMG_1304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260353465111521938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;unawkwardly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;arrr.inet gw errroooorrr... bsk lanjutin lagi de.oc?cup cup muah smuaaaa.:)&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/7095832484504295337-2878033613566064285?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/2878033613566064285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=2878033613566064285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/2878033613566064285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/2878033613566064285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/2008/10/yeah.html' title='yeah!'/><author><name>my blank pages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09317934490907932934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SQCGer6Z52I/AAAAAAAAAC8/_RLbVq_R_vU/s72-c/IMG_1253.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-6065709917276284330</id><published>2008-09-23T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T01:34:44.141-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talk about days'/><title type='text'>disaat gw gak ada kerjaan</title><content type='html'>hari pertama libur.meeeeeeeeennn..mau pingsan gw.bosen abis.tapi ternyata temen2 ku yang lain jga merasakan hal yang sama.nyokap dah pulank dr td malem.cuma belom jalan2 ni ke bandung.padahal gw da janji ma phadilidil luthfi yani n ayu buat bubar. gak jadi de. hik hik :'( maaf ya smuaaa yang di bandung.besok pasti jadi kooo. skalian nntn laskar plangi yaaaa.;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 hal yang masi ngestuck di kpala gw. BIOLOGY EXAM YANG PARAH MAMPUS KAYA CECURUT TIKUS KAMBING SUSAHNYA!gw dapet 45 PARAAAH!HUH..saya benci sir hario.mau nangisssssss...pertama ngeliat soalnya aja gw dah mau joget.malah dikasi waktu satu soal 1 menit lagi.dikira otak gw ada kamus b ing na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dah.&lt;br /&gt;tenang ra..&lt;br /&gt;tarik napas...&lt;br /&gt;tahaaan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buang.&lt;br /&gt;fiiiuuhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dah lanjut,.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;satu pertanyaan mengiang dikepala gw. gw ngapain stelah ini? huh. bingung bingung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o iyaa..berita menyenangkaaan.. SLR gw dah bener.hahahahahahaha.. pengen mancing de (lho?).akhirnya oh akhirnya,..&lt;br /&gt;gw taunya dari supir gw yang waktu itu lagi di jalan ke jakarta nganterin es potong buat buka bareng ank2 voli.gw telp dr rumah...gw tanya knapa gak di bawa skalian. dn jawaban dia adalah. 'gak ada perintah,neng (ia gw dipanggil neng di bandung.huh)'.duuuu ni om terlalu taat ma atasan ato gimana ya.hahahahaah..tapi om supir gw yang satu ini is the best yoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dah ah..pgn ngutak ngutik komp.&lt;br /&gt;nunggu mpe nyokap pulank.&lt;br /&gt;trus ke bandung deee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI slama d bandung gw gak bisa ol.menyedihkan.memang.huh.:'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE GREAT HOLIDAYS VRYBODYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met lebaaran juga yaaa..   minal aidzin walfaidzin..&lt;br /&gt;maap klo ira ada salah.&lt;br /&gt;yang disengaja maupun gak.&lt;br /&gt;yang nyebelin ato gak (stau gw ksalahan slalu nyebelin dah.hehe)&lt;br /&gt;yang pake telor maupun gak (lo kira indomi.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y dah ah..&lt;br /&gt;daaaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUP CUP MUAAAAHH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095832484504295337-6065709917276284330?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/6065709917276284330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=6065709917276284330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/6065709917276284330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/6065709917276284330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/2008/09/disaat-gw-gak-ada-kerjaan.html' title='disaat gw gak ada kerjaan'/><author><name>my blank pages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09317934490907932934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-4809979268311226577</id><published>2008-09-20T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T01:35:18.634-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kegilaan kami'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bout&apos; my imagination.:)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talk about days'/><title type='text'>saat gw ngantuk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;dan gw pun baru bangun hari ini jam stengah 1. heelll yeah.. dan juga gw gak bangun pas saur.tapi tetep puasaaa dooonk. tapi masiii ngantuk gweeeeee..kebo abis dah ni orang.&lt;br /&gt;mau crita tentang betapa capenya gw kemareen dan kemarennya lagiii...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jumat (19.09.08) terjadi ulangan math yang meeeeeeeeen susah abiissssss. gw ngerjain nya udah pasrah aja gituh. dah males mikir. dapet bagus yah alhamdulillah jelek yah ngibrit gw (lho?). setidaknya pas jumat.pelajaran yang bner2 mengiang dikepala gw tuh cuma math. ulangan gak bljar men.haha..&lt;br /&gt;jumat pulank jam 12.dan ada bukpus bareng sklh jam 4.artinya,gw harus pulank dulu. pas pulank ,tidur slama 1 jem (lumayan lha) n nyiapin apa aja yang perlu gw bawa. trus kerumah &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NURUL MEUTIA SALSABILLA&lt;/span&gt; . disana ada 3 orang yang menurut gw salah satu penyebab gw lebi  gila sekarang. ad &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TAMI&lt;/span&gt; dan &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CIGI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kita gila2an dulu.ngeliat fs garnet band (booo!) dan fto2. pas mau berangkat, nyokapnya mutee nyuru kita solat mulu.. baiknyah diaa.:)  mau mengingatkan orang2 sesat ini untuk solat. hahahah..;)&lt;br /&gt;pas nyampe skolah dah pada ngumpul dah tuh ank2 inter.and guess what.10 inter menjadi satu satunya yang kls 10 diantara kls 12 nya. seraaaam. yah gw cuma mau crita btapa enk nya ayam goreng yang disediakan wktu itu.makasiii abiii untuk rekomen nyaa.haha.. dan juga btapa senanknya gw ngeliat muka muthe sng begitu gembira karna AYAH.hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pas dah pulank kita beres2 . gw, abi,erin,gitasya,dara (orang2 ini akan nginep di rumah gw) nungguin tamii sampe dijemput. kita pun ketwa2 gak jelas dan foto2 di dpn papan SMA 78&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SNZoWXSzIjI/AAAAAAAAACM/cp9XxE7Bdqc/s1600-h/1_165185450l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SNZoWXSzIjI/AAAAAAAAACM/cp9XxE7Bdqc/s320/1_165185450l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248497149166166578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mukanya muteee.hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SNZotsPxRfI/AAAAAAAAACU/9Su5AH0-ZI0/s1600-h/1_512958838l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SNZotsPxRfI/AAAAAAAAACU/9Su5AH0-ZI0/s320/1_512958838l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248497549927597554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mukanya ancur2 smuaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SNZo_8mGcLI/AAAAAAAAACc/eIyvqFPcLhc/s1600-h/1_535258669l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SNZo_8mGcLI/AAAAAAAAACc/eIyvqFPcLhc/s320/1_535258669l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248497863553872050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;haha..muteee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;cukup dengan aib-nya..bis itu,pas tami dah dijemput, perpisahannya aja tu lamaaaaaaaa banget,brisik pula,..haha..keren daaah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kita pun pulank.nyampe rumah pada laper (cuma gw dara ma erin c) .akhirnya makan di makanan jepang deket rumah gw. beuh.kenyang men.haha.&lt;br /&gt;nyampe rumah lagi (jalan kaki) ,kita belom tidur,kita masi OL,ketawa2,gila2an,tembak2an,sihir2an (halah). jam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; kita bru tidur.sebelom tidur ,ank2 bukannya crita yang lucu2,yang indah2 supaya mimpi indah gituh.ini malah crita yang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;serem2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. HX. akhirnya gw paksain buat tidur. yang tidur di tmpt tidur tuh gw ma abi,and yang di bawah itu dara erin dan gitasya. jam 3 kita bngun.buat saur.wlopun yang saur cuma gw n dara,yang laen juga jadi korban.hahaha...kita dibangunin oleh&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; ALARM DARA YANG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; SUPER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;GEDE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;trus kita bo2 lagi.dan bangun jam 8 pagi.kebo memang.haha. trus kita mandi dll, akhirnya gita dan erin dijemput dluan.hx. tersisa lha gw abi dan manusia bersensor (dara). kita bikin pudink,krupuk,lalapan,dan cabe dari jam 11 mpe jam 4.buat bukpus voli.sbenernya c kita harusnya dateng jam 2.tapi, hehehehe, tlat. bisnya banyak banget bahan2nya.tapi hasilnyaaaaa, BANYAK YANG BILANK ENAK LOOO.. hahahaahah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pas alumni2 dah dateng , MC mulai berbicara, yaitu&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dan&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;DEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.mereka merupakan MC dadakan,saudara2.hahahaha.. keselnya,kan ada sambutan dari ketua panitia kan, dan apakah lo tau siapa yang di tunjuk? gw ,saudara2, GW! hx..dengan gemeteran gw maju n ngomong seadanya, alhasil gw agak diketawain.maluuuuuuu.hx.malah ada tmn kaka gw.nyebelin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masuk de ke acara makan2.kita makan dengan lahap.brutal.tak knal malu.halah.trutama alot.hahahahahahahahahahaha.sate ngambil 6 biji.padahal yang diitung cuma 3 biji per orang.gubrak.&lt;br /&gt;pas udahan.kita ngbrol2,ktwa2,foto100x (banyak banget fto2nya masalahnya.tapi bukan d gw fotonya,hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh si kancrut dateng. kakak alumni gw yang sukaaaa banget ngejek gw. rencananya dia mau nyobain pudink bautan gw abi n dara,.eh pudinknya abis. jadi de gw di tagihin mpe skarang.hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;setelah kita bergila2. akhirnya gw pulank juga dengan mengantar kak melis,kak fuji,kak selly dan dara.heheheheh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gw nyampe rumah jam stengah 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi gw gak bakal ngelupain hari itu. IT WAS FREAKINGLY AMAZINGLY FUN! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buat kakak2 n voli angkatan 13, makasiii yaaaaaaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hari ini gw cuma jalan ke PS. cape meeeeeen! huuuff.bsk sklh.padaahal rabu udh lbur.capee deeee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dah ah.ngantuk..daaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*going to sink.lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095832484504295337-4809979268311226577?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/4809979268311226577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=4809979268311226577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/4809979268311226577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/4809979268311226577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/2008/09/saat-gw-ngantuk.html' title='saat gw ngantuk'/><author><name>my blank pages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09317934490907932934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SNZoWXSzIjI/AAAAAAAAACM/cp9XxE7Bdqc/s72-c/1_165185450l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-1746517981031329458</id><published>2008-09-17T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T08:16:54.910-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bout&apos; my imagination.:)'/><title type='text'>keinginan ku..hahaha..</title><content type='html'>beuh.tak terasa meeen.waktu tuh cepet juga yah.gak lama lagi umur gw berkurang.dan berubah menjadi 15 taon.tapi kayanya masi childish2 aja..huuufff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw,gw mau bikin list apa aja kado yang gw pengen buat ultah gw nnti..huaaaahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;here they are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;xtra ordinary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;punya negara sendiri.dan gw kasi nama &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NO2G (dibaca:notuji.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  yang berarti kepanjangan dari Negara untuk Orang Orang Gila. bukan Gila yang sakit jiwa gtu.tapi lo tau lha gila yang gw maksud. Jenis kado:IMPOSSIBLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;dikasi mobil,motor,ma apartemen nya &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BETMEN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.men.keren2 banget tuh punyanya betmen.pa lagi motornya beuh.coba tuh motor gw kembangin jadi usaha ojek.pasti laku meeen.haha..jenis kado:IMPOSSIBLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;dijodoin ma &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CORBIN BLEU&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.haha.meeen..manusia manis itu..haha..mpe gw tua juga kagak mungkin.jenis kado:IMPOSSIBLE,meeen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;kenyataan klo ternyata paman gw itu &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OBAMA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;klo gak, kakek jauh gw itu si &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;AL GORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;hahaha..men.,bahagia gweee..yang pasti,jenis kado:IMPOSSIBLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;dan yang paling gw pengen. punya kehidupan kaya di film &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PRINCESS DIARIES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;wooo..hidup gw bahagia men.bokap gw dateng,n bilank 'ra sebenernya,kita keturunan ratu inggris.' hahaha..gw pingsan....&gt;&gt;yang passti jangan mpe jadi versi yang ini. bokap dateng,n bilank 'ra sebenernya kita keturunan keraton'..huaaaaa...gw ngibrit..gilee,sanggulan gw tiap ari,..haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;tuh buat bagian xtra ordinary..lanjutannya nnti yah..yang pasti klo ni blog gw isiin ma apa yna gw pengen ,bisa bisa penuh.haha..&lt;br /&gt;piss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dah ah,.dah malem.besok gw mau perang sama ngantuk buat bangun saur.kemaren aja memerlukan 4 alarm (3 orang,1 alarm hape) buat bangunin gw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagghh;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;smoga besok gak kaya hari ini...x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095832484504295337-1746517981031329458?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/1746517981031329458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=1746517981031329458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/1746517981031329458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095832484504295337-3306901549117001517?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/3306901549117001517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=3306901549117001517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/3306901549117001517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/3306901549117001517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>my blank pages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09317934490907932934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-7234011800711264260</id><published>2008-09-13T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T08:44:50.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hidup karena fto..</title><content type='html'>cuma mau ngupload ftoo niiii...buat ank2 ENXAIN yang mau ambil ajah yhaaa..gw ru ngedit fto2 lo pada..au d klo jelek..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SMvcpspn3GI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eWqD6Z8Zcuc/s1600-h/1_541578129l+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SMvcpspn3GI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eWqD6Z8Zcuc/s320/1_541578129l+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245528799921560674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gaullzzz bet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SMvdEwqU9UI/AAAAAAAAAB8/4XjsgVwWCtU/s1600-h/1_558954938l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SMvdEwqU9UI/AAAAAAAAAB8/4XjsgVwWCtU/s320/1_558954938l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245529264854725954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SMvd_QCKT9I/AAAAAAAAACE/7V1kxJ6joIw/s1600-h/1_821114891l+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SMvd_QCKT9I/AAAAAAAAACE/7V1kxJ6joIw/s320/1_821114891l+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245530269708603346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ira cinta mereka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slanjtnya nanti yaaa..;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095832484504295337-7234011800711264260?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/7234011800711264260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=7234011800711264260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/7234011800711264260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/7234011800711264260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/2008/09/hidup-karena-fto.html' title='hidup karena fto..'/><author><name>my blank pages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09317934490907932934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SMvcpspn3GI/AAAAAAAAAB0/eWqD6Z8Zcuc/s72-c/1_541578129l+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-7050048179440208378</id><published>2008-09-12T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T08:28:13.738-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kegilaan kami'/><title type='text'>kamis 'kliwon'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TENTANG KAMIS GILA-DAN-KLIWON KEMAREN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ceritanya.kamis kmrn temen temen gw yang ternyata gilanya dah stadium akhir itu ke rumah gw.nama nama pengidap penyakit gila stadium akhir itu adalah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;ALOT! orang gila pertama yang menyebarkan penyakit gila stadium akhir. dia juga yang menyebabkan kamis gw yang kemaren itu menjadi kliwon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ABI! ade nya orang gila pertama.cuma yang ini lebih jinak. dia sakit gilanya lebi mending 1 levt,kakak nya.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MUTE!ni ank bukan gila.cuma terlalu bombastis fanttastis lebay na. sbagai contoh nnti gw critain.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ALIF! orang teralim yang ikut ke rumah gw a.k.a dia mengidap penyakit pra-gila stadium satu.BELOM parah.tapi MUNGKIN AKAN menjadi parah. saat smuanya bergila gila ria di rumah gw.dia hanya maen gitar dan nyanyi2.cuma cukup menghibur.and i was happy he was there.x)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;GITASYA! mukanya c alim.cumaaaa.ternyata OH ternyata dia mengidap penyakit gila bin lebay stadium 2 men.actually she IS cute.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;DARA! FYI nomor 1-5 itu adalah anggota 10-inter.nah dara ini entah menclok dari mana dia dateng *je je je jeeeeeng* sebagai satu satunya ank non-inter.BUT MEN SHE IS CRAZY MEEEEEN. dia pembawa suasana.cuma tombol ON di badan dia tuh berupa sensor.klo dia diajak ngmg sensornya nyala.jadi dia bakal ngomooooooong mulu.n beware.gak ada tombol off.haha..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;jadi, pada hari itu dari 4 pelajaran cuma 1 guru yg masuk.yaitu pak suparyadi sahabat komputer. sebelum plajaran pak yadi,itu kosonk.jadi dengan tiba2 kita bikin rencana ke hum gw.y udh.gw tlp transporter (ciieh transporter) buat bawa trek segede gambreng gw supaya orang2 tersebut masuk.ternyata om gw bawa sedan mini skali.karena badan kita segede2 bajaj smua.jadi lha alif,alot dan mute mengalah.mereka naik taksi ke rumah gw.n pasti gw nyampe duluan.pas mereka nympe ternyata OH ternyata biiaiianya 50 rb men.WOW bukan.y eyalah cengakareng kan pasarnya mcet.akhirnya kita menjalankan misi kita yg pertama.BUAT PUDINK.emank agak iblis buat MUTE dan ALIF karena mereka puasa.gw abi n gita ke hero buat bli makanan n bahan pudink and KFC.dengan lembut gemulai indah mempesonanya kita makan d depan mereka.hell meen.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pas dah mau pulank ternyata supir gw pergi.padahal MUTEE mau EF.stress gw..akhirnya supir gw janji pulank jm 6.kita oun buka puasa d rumah gw.bikin pudink lagi yang pasti..n guess what smua pudink yg kita bikin hari itu alot yang bikin. ENAK MEN. moga2 gak kecampur keringet dia.huex.trus kita bli bahan lagi kan tuh bahan nya.kali ini rame2.ABI KAMBUH!lari sana sini.teriak sana sini.mecahin barang.ngerampok (ok itu lebay).MOGA2 GAK ADA CCTV.bis tu,singkatnya,kita menggila,membrutal,GAK DENG,kita buka puasa bareng bagai kluarga bahagia.,makanan smua diembat ma alot. dan akhirnya waktu pulank.dianter pake trek segede gambreng gw. urutan tmpt duduk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;paling depan:ALIF&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bertiga di tengah ,mulai dari yang kiri:ALOT,ABI,MUTEE.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bertiga di belakang,mulai dari kiri:IRA,DARA,GITASYA.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;gw ceritain BEST PARTNYA aja d.ngantuk men..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DI LAMPU MERAH...&lt;br /&gt;ALOT..&lt;br /&gt;MANUSIA GILA STADIUM AKHIR.&lt;br /&gt;NGEBUKA SUNROOF..&lt;br /&gt;DAN BERSAMA ADIKNYA.&lt;br /&gt;DENGAN LEMAH GEMULAINYA.&lt;br /&gt;MEREKA NAIK KE SUNROOF.&lt;br /&gt;DAN..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TERIAK2....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuh gak cuma skali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;BERKALI KALI..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BERKALI KALI..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BERKALI KALI..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BERKALI KALI..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BERKALI KALI..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*biarkan kalimat itu mengiang terus dikepala lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YANG KEDUA YANG TERGILA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEREKA NAIK KE SUNROOF..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DI DEKET &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;KOPAJA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAYANGIN MEN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi...gw gak pernah sesenenk waktu kamis kemaren.&lt;br /&gt;mereka bener2 malaikat men buat gw. (najiss MALAIKAT.alot malaikat?ya olo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o iyaaa...udah di resmiin..RUMAH GW JADI &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;BASECAMP&lt;/span&gt; INTER YAAA.HAHAHAHA..X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*buat mereka yg ikut kamis kmrn...makasi bgth yh.love ya oll..mmmwah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*buat yg gak ikut.MINGGU DPN.KAMIS TANGGAL 18 SEPT.MAU BIKIN PUDINK LAGI LOOO..HAHA.DI RUMAH IRA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dah ah..ngantuk men..daa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i wonder what will happen tomorrow..humm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095832484504295337-7050048179440208378?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/7050048179440208378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=7050048179440208378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/7050048179440208378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/7050048179440208378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/2008/09/kamis-kliwon.html' title='kamis &apos;kliwon&apos;'/><author><name>my blank pages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09317934490907932934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-8806425446088076464</id><published>2008-09-10T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T07:58:20.217-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talk about days'/><title type='text'>those exams DO driving me crazy...x)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;about those exams:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;knp ulangan tuh gak pernah gampang? slaluuu aj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;a nyusahin. mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;nggu lalu gw ulangan kimia ma fisikaaa. and you know what? susaaaaaah meeeeen.. pgn rasanya gw&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;lari lari sambil jog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;et&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; gara terlalu gila karna sbuah kertas berisi angka angka yang menyusahkan.tapi klo dipikir pikir ge, maybe someday, thing that will make us miss our senior high school time is the exam.hiks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tentang jalanan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tadi pagi gw bangun kesiangan.dan gara gara itu jalanan yang gw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; lewatin ternyata udah rame. kenapa ya jalanan jakarta gak pernah aman? td aja ada tabrakan (amit2). jadi bikin braveness gw buat nyetir tuh ciiut..any suggestion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tentang tami bawa kamera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gara gara tami bawa kamera-super-gede-nya.tingkat kenarsisan kelas gw bertam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;bah. sampaii hal yang gak penting pun difoto.haha.here are some photos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SMfcGNtUyKI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Pb8x4d6XTbk/s1600-h/1_174870707l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SMfcGNtUyKI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Pb8x4d6XTbk/s320/1_174870707l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244402290413324450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                               &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;here we are. sitting on the floor.by:tamikanpesut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SMfdoXyNCYI/AAAAAAAAABM/a0sFkz4q0bg/s1600-h/haaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SMfdoXyNCYI/AAAAAAAAABM/a0sFkz4q0bg/s320/haaa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244403976745322882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;our spot.by:tamikanpesut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SMfeT9J8FkI/AAAAAAAAABU/wJDnXceOpZ0/s1600-h/1_815880174l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SMfeT9J8FkI/AAAAAAAAABU/wJDnXceOpZ0/s320/1_815880174l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244404725511362114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;choosing.by:tamikanpesut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.there we were. haha. yg lain na menyusul yaaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;hoooaaamnn..ngantuk buuu..bo2 yaah..btw,tugas lum nyari ge..argg..:'(&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/7095832484504295337-8806425446088076464?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/8806425446088076464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=8806425446088076464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/8806425446088076464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/8806425446088076464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/2008/09/those-exams-do-driving-me-crazyx.html' title='those exams DO driving me crazy...x)'/><author><name>my blank pages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09317934490907932934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SMfcGNtUyKI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Pb8x4d6XTbk/s72-c/1_174870707l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7095832484504295337.post-3306156937866689646</id><published>2008-09-09T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T06:09:27.829-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talk about days'/><title type='text'>walaaa..;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*walllaaa.*&lt;/span&gt; at last. this lack-of-technology (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gaptek maksudnyee&lt;/span&gt;) girl have her own blog.&lt;br /&gt;i always amaze when i saw other people's blog. so, i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; decided to make my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tntg ira dan sekitarnya&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.karena ini blog pertamanya ira.let me introduce you to some of my freaky-crazy-but-angelicly-kind friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tammikanpesut&lt;/span&gt; :orang pertama yang muncul dipikiran gw. tmn gw yg atu ini unik bgt. she's john lennon's and the beatles' #1 fans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marmutia:&lt;/span&gt;she loves to laugh. dipanggil na &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mutee&lt;/span&gt;. dia sla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;lu bikin keadaan sunyi jadi bombastis fantastis. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abi&lt;/span&gt; aka &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ijem&lt;/span&gt;:my chairmate. anknya baeee bgt. paling demen buangin sampah. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SMfFnDClRnI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CuCh--s3c_0/s1600-h/1_450535082l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 186px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SMfFnDClRnI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CuCh--s3c_0/s320/1_450535082l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244377565717939826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                       &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tamikanpesut and marmutia . by:irakanbelut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SMfGsTeLdGI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LfF3hhR3UfU/s1600-h/1_386705181l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SMfGsTeLdGI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LfF3hhR3UfU/s320/1_386705181l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244378755539629154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; abi *yang di pinggir kiri* menggila.by:irakanbelut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mereka itu 3 orang yg mendominasi di pikiran gw belkangan ini. ketawa ma mereka tuh bisa bikin rahang gw pegel (pernah ngerasain?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmn2 gw yang lain yang kemungkinan bakal gw tulis di blog gw slanjutanya : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;erin, gita, gitasya, cigi!, hani, hana, yeshi, alif, ilham, giu&lt;/span&gt;, dan ank2 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ENXAI&lt;/span&gt;N lainnya. plus&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; rere, icil, ony, tephie,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cecil&lt;/span&gt;, dan ank2 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dh&lt;/span&gt; lainnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.it's late at night. cant wait to hug my pillow.haha. nite smuaaah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*btw, bsk ada apa yh? huuff...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7095832484504295337-3306156937866689646?l=gubrakduak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/feeds/3306156937866689646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7095832484504295337&amp;postID=3306156937866689646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/3306156937866689646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7095832484504295337/posts/default/3306156937866689646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gubrakduak.blogspot.com/2008/09/walaaa.html' title='walaaa..;)'/><author><name>my blank pages</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09317934490907932934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/THC9Uq-g9MI/AAAAAAAAAWM/NChiU8-OzXI/S220/_MG_9512.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AQSF9SlDfGs/SMfFnDClRnI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CuCh--s3c_0/s72-c/1_450535082l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
